U The Unicorn

So my french teacher changed the date that we're going to see a movie (Euro. Film Festival). Instead of seeing Mauvaise Foi (Bad Faith) today, we're going to see U (U the Unicorn) on Tuesday! Woot! Oh well more later on bye!!!

Music makes me lose control...

I am officially a music addict... I can't live without it...

When I walk the corridors of school I'm singing (embarrassing I know but...).

At home it's blasting from the computer speakers.

Anywhere else my earphones are in my ears.

I'm also becoming a bit of an audiophile... I refuse to listen to low quality sound... and for Christmas I was thinking of getting some good over ear headphones but then I found my Dad's Sennheiser HD-497's.

But now I can't stop... When I should be studying... music.... reading... music... anything productive....nah- music. Actually right now I have Message in A Bottle playing... ok now Little House by The Fray.

I don't know why... I guess music seems like an easy high for me... not that I know a real high hehe I'm only 14 jeez but you probably get me...

The whole brain stimulating pattern thing really works for me too. When I listen to music it's really ever casual listening. I'm always focussed on picking out the different instruments:

The Drum pattern

Guitar Lead

Piano if any

or Synth Patterns

Vocal Harmonies

I love isolating each one in my mind... especially separating vocal harmonies into individual melodies! I just go nuts! That's why I like full sounding music like Coldplay, The Fray and other stuff like that with lots of patterns to decipher. Well just more random thoughts for your enjoyment and contemplation :)

Never Enough

Why are my parents never content with the amount of work I do... I topped the form in Physics and Biology last year!! The form!! And all they have to say is that I'm spending too much time on recreation like listening to music and watching House MD. Really? Some parents would kill to have their kids do as academically well as I do and yet all mine do is complain, complain, complain. I'm not being conceited so I'm sorry if that last statement seemed that way but it's necessary to get my point across. I mean I took their advice for a bit and I did about an hour of Chemistry studies tonight and what happens? My Dad knocks on my bedroom door. I open... immediately I protect myself," I did studies so don't jump on my case!!"

"How much studies."

So I say,"Some."

Then he starts going on about how I can't just study when I feel like it and I need to make a time table for studying on a schedule and I'm standing here listening and refraining myself from ripping my hair out, screaming and jumping off the balcony (We were pretty close to it actually XD).

Ok so I know that they think I have more potential and they say these things in my best interest but why can't they stop being so selfish!! Ok that last part probably needs some explanation... I say they're selfish because it would give them pleasure to see me do even better. They want to unlock my full potential. And they want to guarantee me a great future.

Now why can't they leave those things up to me!!! Let me decide how much I want success!

Now if you're older than me this post is going to seem full of childish thoughts and the stupid rants of the average 14 year old. But it's a lot deeper than you think. Imagine coming second in exams and you're parents say," That's good! But how much did the other guy beat you by?" *Crash*

It's never enough! Ah well I'm probably gonna look back on this when I have kids and say that I was stubborn and ignorant but that's only because I'll have lost the understanding and feeling of being a teenager. *Sigh* oh well enough venting for tonight. I actually feel a lot better now...

Random Thoughts

I HATE waking up... It's such a horrible experience, especially when you have to wake up at 5:30am and you can't go to sleep before 12:00pm. And I don't mean wont I mean can't. Even if I go to bed at 9:00 I'll stay awake until 12:00. But so what right?... They say on average you should get 6-8 hours of sleep and I get a half-hour below the lower boundary. Well I would kill for that half-hour extra! I don't know... I guess I feel okay after I've got up and showered but the act of waking up is extremely demanding of one's willpower. I like to think of my self as being a strong willed person for forcing myself awake... then the feeling fades when I realize that after all the self promises the night before... I still hadn't done my homework...

The night is my time too I guess... I can stay up 'till 3:00 am for no other reason than the thought that if I go to sleep then I'd be wasting time. Yup I'm the dark mysterious type ladies... XD just kidding! Yeh anyone else feel the same...? Probably not huh?

Ok I need to develop a talent... So I play piano averagely but averagely doesn't cut it...

I think I should write... just anything... stories, poems, songs... whatever. I mean, I don't know if I'm any good at it but it's something right? And it doesn't take much to develop the technique... just read a lot and develop my own writing style. I've cut back quite alot on my reading though but I can probably get that started again...

My Flickr

Oh and btw... I have a Flickr account so if people wanna see my random photography take a looks - http://www.flickr.com/photos/levioftrinidad/ u can skip the 1st page its random drawings of a lunatic - wonder who? hmmm...

WASA'p

Ahhh so let's see... no homework, laptop full of music, nice comfy bed... Today was gonna' be nice. Wrong! As soon as Mom got me from school she broke the horrific news... WASA (Water and Sewage Authority) was doing some work in Glenco near my home and it was gridlock up to the Foreshore (pretty darn far for all who don't know the areas. I would estimate but I suck at that so...). So we ate at Elerslie Plaza in Maraval and went to Pricemart in Movie Towne to meet my Dad who had just got out of Carenage (suburbs where I live - and Dad was supposed to be at work at like 10 am - now it's like 6 pm). That's where traffic had backed up from... Well to cut a long story short... we tried to get home... in traffic for an hour or more... parked up and began to walk home (this time I'm with Dad; Mom had already made it through to home). So yeah we stop at Subway - Dad buys a footlong Melt on Parmesan Oregano Bread (who really cares) and we call Mom to pick us up :D We walked quite a bit... had to get pass the road works so... oh and now its like 8 pm... walking the streets of Carenage in the dark of night (well we have street lights but) yeh so I guess my Mom has to take Dad to pick up his car tomorrow XD

Yup fun... Well that's all haha boredom... Bye xXxx (My British cousin's friends who are boys use *kisses* so why can't I)

I should probably write something

Hey fellow bloggers and my few followers... Um so I guess I haven't written in a while. Just been busy I guess and well lazy... So let's see. What's new...

1. I cut my finger today with a chef's knife while chopping garlic (onions were burning my eyes and then *slip*)

2. Hmm listening to some new music... although most of it is old like:

The Noisettes

Green Day

Gorillaz

Arctic Monkeys

and I'm loving Deed I Do by Diana Krall

3. Got addicted to House M.D. so I'm pretty sure I wanna' do medicine now... I'm basing the rest of my life on a television show.

4. And I wrote this essay for school... the only reason I'm putting it up here is 'cuz I typed it so I can just copy and paste XD:

Nathan collapsed onto his bed in their tiny Brooklyn apartment. Frankly, Nathan hated it there. He missed Washington and the woods behind their house. He missed his mother and despised the thought that she was buried so many miles away. And he couldn’t understand why his father had taken the job offer in New York. They had just returned from Washington that evening, from visiting friends and his mother’s grave, and the events of the day were still fresh in Nathan’s mind. But Lying on the bed, his eyelids grew heavy and he could feel himself slipping quickly into his deeper subconscious.

The icy wind swept the warmth from Nathan’s skin and instantly he knew where he was. He was in the woods of Washington at night, wandering as he often did after dark. As he quietly sauntered between gnarled trees and over knotted roots he let the familiar sounds penetrate his ears. The harmony of crickets was accompanied by the whistling wind as the trees conducted this most beautiful orchestra with their tan, leafy batons. The frogs joined this chorus as Nathan approached the gargling creek and as he slipped his bare, brown feet into the swirling waters, he sighed with pleasant surprise at the warmth which the water had stolen from the previous day. In the dim light of the moon he could faintly see the white of the water as it made its way over rocks and stones and he could hear the lapping of the water upon the banks. After what felt like a couple minutes of bliss, Nathan forded the creek and began to follow the well known path to a clearing where he used to spend hours at a time, thinking, listening and at times doing nothing but breathing with a clear mind.

Looking upwards, Nathan observed the thinning foliage as he walked, and when there was nothing but the pale moon and seemingly delicately placed stars above him, he looked down and out into the clearing, and he froze. Standing not three feet before him, facing away, was a figure he recognised instantly. As she turned towards Nathan, her thin lips parted in a warm, loving smile, he could do nothing but faintly mutter the word, “Mom.” She nodded in reply all the while with her pearly white teeth exposed in a broad grin. She was oddly easily visibly in the weak moonlight and Nathan noticed every detail about her from the sparkle in her hazel eyes to the flawlessness in her sun-kissed skin. Her auburn hair was the same length as the last time he had seen her and it flowed gracefully down her neck to the middle of her back which was covered by the glowing, white summer gown she was wearing.

She began to stretch her hand out towards his face and Nathan closed his eyes in anticipation. But nothing came; no touch, no warmth and when Nathan opened his eyes in confusion, he was staring up at the white gypsum ceiling of his bedroom. And as the confusion began to fade, the sadness began to grow and the tears began to flow, and they flowed like they would never end.

Again I need to work on endings but overall I think it's okay... at least compared to other's I've read.... Not being arrogant or anything but... Well that's it for today...