[one hundred, eighty-four]
seven/eight? I don't know..
[I can't do anything to do with multiple choice. I can't do anything that requires relative specifics and tricky, hardly different but marginally are questions. I'm doing a course online right now, and I feel like if I don't really work hard on it I'm going to fail. AND IT IS HISTORY OF MUSIC POP CULTURE. It's because it asked me the difference in a song if it was folk revival or folk, ....... Is Bob Dylan specifically folk revival or folk? Or is he both? In the event that he is both, why put two different folk's, and why why why why do that to me, when I am terrible at specific specifics, and can't get around the fact that I feel like such a failure because I can't get over a seventy in any of these quizzes.
Stay tuned for an update with my second attempt!
Jess :]
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
construction, man, it's the deal
[one hundred, eighty-three[
six/eight
Blue is the colour of my true love's hair in the morning, when we rise, in the morning, when we rise, that's the time, that's the time, I love the best.
I would like to say that since I have to write a whole bunch of these, and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be, consider this me trying to come to grips with my writing blcck that is unfortunately hitting like a hurricane right now on my brain, hurricane of the brain, hurricane brain. It's a solid (or, in fear of a corny pun, wrecking) image. I have decided to just write a whole bunch of this that is what I think at the time, should I rant a bit, should I show appreciation? Can I just talk?
This is my blog, damnit. I'll just talk.
So I'm actually reading my music homework right now but I gave up on writing notes because it's about Woodstock festival in sixty nine, and therefore we're finally in my neck of the woods. Today I was at work, and I am in love with the kids I work with, and I am inspired to get out of bed everyday from them. It's like I was a kid and stuck with them all day, I will never complain about work. Except for possibly fridays, in which I spend with just the two boys I work with, because they're cool and all but man they can't even compete with the kids.
I am exhausted.
cheers,
Jess :]
six/eight
Blue is the colour of my true love's hair in the morning, when we rise, in the morning, when we rise, that's the time, that's the time, I love the best.
I would like to say that since I have to write a whole bunch of these, and I'm not sure where I'm supposed to be, consider this me trying to come to grips with my writing blcck that is unfortunately hitting like a hurricane right now on my brain, hurricane of the brain, hurricane brain. It's a solid (or, in fear of a corny pun, wrecking) image. I have decided to just write a whole bunch of this that is what I think at the time, should I rant a bit, should I show appreciation? Can I just talk?
This is my blog, damnit. I'll just talk.
So I'm actually reading my music homework right now but I gave up on writing notes because it's about Woodstock festival in sixty nine, and therefore we're finally in my neck of the woods. Today I was at work, and I am in love with the kids I work with, and I am inspired to get out of bed everyday from them. It's like I was a kid and stuck with them all day, I will never complain about work. Except for possibly fridays, in which I spend with just the two boys I work with, because they're cool and all but man they can't even compete with the kids.
I am exhausted.
cheers,
Jess :]
excuse me while i kiss the sky
[one hundred, eighty two]
five/eight
Please please me oh foxy lady,
pleased to meet you hope you guess my cream
you have to think through innovations, as if there really was no wheel, people once never thought that milk was a thing. sugarpie honey bunch,
heaven is in your mind
There is a thing about jazz solo's that truly make no sense and almost mimic traffic to me. Traffic is unspecified, it is stuck together with scotch tape and is bumpy like rocks or gravel. Jazz solo's of really any sort other than bass bothers me.
Think about Cream's song 'I feel free,' the bass, the soft singing, man, I don't know why I'm so into this music right now. If you dig something psychadellically tripped, either... Jimi Hendrix's first album 'Jimi Hendrix Experience' oooooor the door's mainly the song 'love her madly' are my favourites, just because they're solid. If you want to take a jump into the folk scene that I love, Donovan is an essential. ESSENTIAL. I am in love with Donovan, marriage.
I want to be drowned in my music, I want to sink into the layers of encompassing tender love and passion that is the lines and licks, the acoustically acclaimed radicalism of the sixties through the nineties. I want this a lot.
take care,
Jess :]
five/eight
Please please me oh foxy lady,
pleased to meet you hope you guess my cream
you have to think through innovations, as if there really was no wheel, people once never thought that milk was a thing. sugarpie honey bunch,
heaven is in your mind
There is a thing about jazz solo's that truly make no sense and almost mimic traffic to me. Traffic is unspecified, it is stuck together with scotch tape and is bumpy like rocks or gravel. Jazz solo's of really any sort other than bass bothers me.
Think about Cream's song 'I feel free,' the bass, the soft singing, man, I don't know why I'm so into this music right now. If you dig something psychadellically tripped, either... Jimi Hendrix's first album 'Jimi Hendrix Experience' oooooor the door's mainly the song 'love her madly' are my favourites, just because they're solid. If you want to take a jump into the folk scene that I love, Donovan is an essential. ESSENTIAL. I am in love with Donovan, marriage.
I want to be drowned in my music, I want to sink into the layers of encompassing tender love and passion that is the lines and licks, the acoustically acclaimed radicalism of the sixties through the nineties. I want this a lot.
take care,
Jess :]
Sunday, July 3, 2011
crush me like a wave on shore
[one hundred, eighty-one]
four/seven
It seems like it's halfway but I'm going to write four tomorrow so it technically is relaly halfway tomorrow, maybe I'll be done tomorrow, maybe I'll research well tomorrow, I want to do well on this essay, I love background noise which is why I miss my itunes, I love my ipod but it's like that friend that you love to hate, I can't sleep with it in my ears and sometimes I hate it, sometimes I'm not honest with anyone not even myself, youtube is a combination of a million users it is the modern social network not facebook, men with the ability to grow hair is the sexiest thing there has ever been, i want to go sailing, if Paris was closer I'd visit everyday, my brother is watching a movie and it sounds cute because he's in his room, I want to have a bonfire with all of my best friends because I love them, I miss school, if there's paper and moleskin or just paper in general with a blue pen I will write on it or draw flowers, I once got my hand stuck inbetween two chair poles and I cried until someone got me out, I'm terrified of being carried, i need a new anklet, carpets are nice but hardwood is better, learn to cook or don't be a cocky jerk, I think that everyone needs to really understand the love of showers, I try to be funny but I'm not so I laugh at my own jokes, he smiles and i smile and I don't feel bad, ever. I think that people in poverty need the money more than my legality via alcohol does, I love dresses but I look bad in them, my eyes are different colours, if it were an ipod it would be a shuffle, I wish more people cared about other people, take a break once in a while because it's more productive, I can't remember the last time I had a really really good sleep, breakfast is my favourite meal of the day but I hardly eat it, I never sing in my big girl voice, my friends are the best, I complain and I'm impatient but I make up for it when I snort when I laugh, I want to go and laugh on the beach and drink pink lemonade.
love,
Jess :]
four/seven
It seems like it's halfway but I'm going to write four tomorrow so it technically is relaly halfway tomorrow, maybe I'll be done tomorrow, maybe I'll research well tomorrow, I want to do well on this essay, I love background noise which is why I miss my itunes, I love my ipod but it's like that friend that you love to hate, I can't sleep with it in my ears and sometimes I hate it, sometimes I'm not honest with anyone not even myself, youtube is a combination of a million users it is the modern social network not facebook, men with the ability to grow hair is the sexiest thing there has ever been, i want to go sailing, if Paris was closer I'd visit everyday, my brother is watching a movie and it sounds cute because he's in his room, I want to have a bonfire with all of my best friends because I love them, I miss school, if there's paper and moleskin or just paper in general with a blue pen I will write on it or draw flowers, I once got my hand stuck inbetween two chair poles and I cried until someone got me out, I'm terrified of being carried, i need a new anklet, carpets are nice but hardwood is better, learn to cook or don't be a cocky jerk, I think that everyone needs to really understand the love of showers, I try to be funny but I'm not so I laugh at my own jokes, he smiles and i smile and I don't feel bad, ever. I think that people in poverty need the money more than my legality via alcohol does, I love dresses but I look bad in them, my eyes are different colours, if it were an ipod it would be a shuffle, I wish more people cared about other people, take a break once in a while because it's more productive, I can't remember the last time I had a really really good sleep, breakfast is my favourite meal of the day but I hardly eat it, I never sing in my big girl voice, my friends are the best, I complain and I'm impatient but I make up for it when I snort when I laugh, I want to go and laugh on the beach and drink pink lemonade.
love,
Jess :]
honey it's okay really, but don't call me anything but
[one hundred, eighty]
BABY
three/seven
If you're sick of my sunshine then take a look back
because behind is black and white
and I look for you in technicolour
I fight for you as patriots fight for their father
take my hand why don't you have you had enough already
because tomorrow it will be bright
run from the sun
again again, close your eyes from that one
sun
if there's something to do with honey
bring it up out loud and dark
it is impossibly indirectly over the top and completely basically
over the way by the way through the way
if there's something, honey
bring it up in the dark,
the vague indefinitely ambiguity of the unseen
the unseen
the times where there's only one thing in the dark, and that is the moon that shines
and the moon that doesn't shine, it is grey and small
and bright but dull, tar on the road the streets covered in gravel, shark bitten faces,
there was a whole lot of dark down there, so let it fly
let the whole thing be,
let the whole thing be.
focus: absolutely shit all, I love when poems grow out of nowhere in my head.
Jess :]
BABY
three/seven
If you're sick of my sunshine then take a look back
because behind is black and white
and I look for you in technicolour
I fight for you as patriots fight for their father
take my hand why don't you have you had enough already
because tomorrow it will be bright
run from the sun
again again, close your eyes from that one
sun
if there's something to do with honey
bring it up out loud and dark
it is impossibly indirectly over the top and completely basically
over the way by the way through the way
if there's something, honey
bring it up in the dark,
the vague indefinitely ambiguity of the unseen
the unseen
the times where there's only one thing in the dark, and that is the moon that shines
and the moon that doesn't shine, it is grey and small
and bright but dull, tar on the road the streets covered in gravel, shark bitten faces,
there was a whole lot of dark down there, so let it fly
let the whole thing be,
let the whole thing be.
focus: absolutely shit all, I love when poems grow out of nowhere in my head.
Jess :]
what can I say, the boy loves plaid
[one hundred, seventy-nine]
two/seven
And so I thought that I was happy before, you know, when lots of people were around me and I was sort of busy everyday. It was a dream summer, looming summer job, relatively nice people to hang around with, sleeping in until whenever, keeping busy with soft reading, tanning, drinking, nights out, so many things that would make a whole bunch of people jealous.
Then I began to work, then I really got down to business, but there was just a thing, just one little thing. Happiness doesn't come with a price tag. It doesn't come with a playlist or a skeleton to go off of. Happiness comes with a little goody-bag full of awesome, and to be perfectly honest, it is the best party to attend, ever.
I am happy, all, and the thing is, is that I'm not worried about it going away, I'm not worried about it being silly or stupid or frustrating. I'm worried about not being good enough, but I'm becoming confident. I'm becoming the person that I knew a while ago. I missed ya, old friend.
I hope you all are happy, and if not I'll share my goody-bag, I'll give you some gizmos and candy, maybe a windmill on a stick that when you blow on it it spins with all of its colours and falir. Take a little bit from me, I'll whisper happy to you, anyday, anyway.
Take care,
Jess:]
two/seven
And so I thought that I was happy before, you know, when lots of people were around me and I was sort of busy everyday. It was a dream summer, looming summer job, relatively nice people to hang around with, sleeping in until whenever, keeping busy with soft reading, tanning, drinking, nights out, so many things that would make a whole bunch of people jealous.
Then I began to work, then I really got down to business, but there was just a thing, just one little thing. Happiness doesn't come with a price tag. It doesn't come with a playlist or a skeleton to go off of. Happiness comes with a little goody-bag full of awesome, and to be perfectly honest, it is the best party to attend, ever.
I am happy, all, and the thing is, is that I'm not worried about it going away, I'm not worried about it being silly or stupid or frustrating. I'm worried about not being good enough, but I'm becoming confident. I'm becoming the person that I knew a while ago. I missed ya, old friend.
I hope you all are happy, and if not I'll share my goody-bag, I'll give you some gizmos and candy, maybe a windmill on a stick that when you blow on it it spins with all of its colours and falir. Take a little bit from me, I'll whisper happy to you, anyday, anyway.
Take care,
Jess:]
frustrations
[one hundred, seventy-eight]
one/seven
If you haven't noticed, I've been having computer problems. My hard drive turned out to be fried, and with a midterm this weekend it was really unfortunate, and therefore I was unbelievably depressed to find that all of my files were unsalvageable. I would like to take the rest of this blog as a moment of silence for all of my hard work, dedication, effort, hours and hours of work, pictures, memories, love, and devotion put into those files.
But I wouldn't worry too much about it, I finished my midterm, and now I've got some blogs to catch up on!
Jess :]
one/seven
If you haven't noticed, I've been having computer problems. My hard drive turned out to be fried, and with a midterm this weekend it was really unfortunate, and therefore I was unbelievably depressed to find that all of my files were unsalvageable. I would like to take the rest of this blog as a moment of silence for all of my hard work, dedication, effort, hours and hours of work, pictures, memories, love, and devotion put into those files.
But I wouldn't worry too much about it, I finished my midterm, and now I've got some blogs to catch up on!
Jess :]
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