_{I know what they want, and I know they don't want me to stay.}

I've realized more things lately than I have in quite awhile. Like the fact that I can't decide on how to feel about looking back at something I've written personally and seeing how immature it really was, or how much I really appreciate having somebody to talk to through the night. The former is something I have a hard time looking at optimistically, or in the way some people do that shows them that they've grown. Why do I resent doing so? Because it shows me more about the low things I was once satisfied with, and how I've become selective over time. Everybody does that. We become more refined and intelligent, and we naturally grow in a way that leaves our thoughts different than before. It makes me personally feel indecisive, which isn't so much of an easy task to accomplish. Old thoughts crumble under new ones, sound ideas get torn apart. At the very same time, it's quite the compliment. It's difficult to think about it in any present form.

Linked adjectives: condescending, frustrating, and pleasant. _{(The latter...is quite simply the latter. <3)}

I'm writing again. I don't know how what I have in mind is going to come out, but it's actually for somebody, and something I'm really looking forward to doing. Aside from that, =kangar0-o and I are supposedly collaborating on something soon. I'm really looking forward to that as well, and already hoping I'm not a creative block or more of a hassle than anything else. Might take a bit, though. I'm also collecting up newspaper for blackout poetry, which isn't very well known, but I'd like to give it a try. Here's a video on how it got started, and a local newspaper that decided to hold a contest devoted to it: [link]

I've started my guitar lessons, and everything is going smoothly. I was assigned a little homework, most of which I've gotten down. I believe my teacher will have some music put together for me by this next Wednesday. So exciting. With the help of ~Ashlings (well, more like with the help of her translation skills), I've decided to name my guitar Ceneri. I wanted something a little more classy sounding, but it was kind of too sexy to pass up a pretty good name in my opinion, and it has a nice feel to it. It's actually Italian for "ashes". I'm very pleased.

I have many movies to see still, but I'm off to a good start. Haven't watched a single bad one yet, and I hope I can continue on that way.

_{Pas ou pas cap?}