Tired Week
This is my tired week. I have devoted it to negligence of my sleeping duties to my body. The band concert last night was two and a half hours, which is more than enough to fatigue me beyond functionality. I can't wait for these last two days of school to be over.
Amay, I, oh so desparately, want to act. lol. I'm all about the action and getting things done, but I often feel that waiting until I can give it my 110% is the best idea. What if the past gives you a knot in your stomach when you think about it? Remebering it forever wouldn't be the hottest thing, but if you didn't remember it then you could potentially make the same mistake again. noooo...not doublethink.
If I forgot the past and it was not written down it would be as though it never happened. I mean, maybe it didn't ever happen. If somebody erases all record of the World Wars and doesn't pass the knowledge to any children then, in 125 years, the two World Wars will not be remembered. Not only won't they be remembered, but they will never have happened. For those living at that time, those two great wars will not be part of the past.
Who is to say that one year ago, I did not have the greatest time of my life, go to Hawaii with somebody I love, spend a week there and then come home. I mean, if I took no photos and then somebody convinced me it was just a dream, then it never happened. But it did. So maybe your dreams are things that did happen but you made yourself forget them, or register them as subconcious anomalies. However, stuff I regret did happen and people remember it and I wrote some of it down so it will forever be a part of me.
Lately, I've been practically crying with how good a book 1984 is. I'm on page 200 where Goldstein relates his manifesto and it is just tear-jerkingly awesome: like a great funk beat. I'm almost done my Christmas shopping and hope to finish it up this weekend. That's all for now. Oh yah, I also happened to write another sonnet. I may put it in my next post if people want to read it.
Amay, I, oh so desparately, want to act. lol. I'm all about the action and getting things done, but I often feel that waiting until I can give it my 110% is the best idea. What if the past gives you a knot in your stomach when you think about it? Remebering it forever wouldn't be the hottest thing, but if you didn't remember it then you could potentially make the same mistake again. noooo...not doublethink.
If I forgot the past and it was not written down it would be as though it never happened. I mean, maybe it didn't ever happen. If somebody erases all record of the World Wars and doesn't pass the knowledge to any children then, in 125 years, the two World Wars will not be remembered. Not only won't they be remembered, but they will never have happened. For those living at that time, those two great wars will not be part of the past.
Who is to say that one year ago, I did not have the greatest time of my life, go to Hawaii with somebody I love, spend a week there and then come home. I mean, if I took no photos and then somebody convinced me it was just a dream, then it never happened. But it did. So maybe your dreams are things that did happen but you made yourself forget them, or register them as subconcious anomalies. However, stuff I regret did happen and people remember it and I wrote some of it down so it will forever be a part of me.
Lately, I've been practically crying with how good a book 1984 is. I'm on page 200 where Goldstein relates his manifesto and it is just tear-jerkingly awesome: like a great funk beat. I'm almost done my Christmas shopping and hope to finish it up this weekend. That's all for now. Oh yah, I also happened to write another sonnet. I may put it in my next post if people want to read it.
3 Comments:
1984 is just awesome, especially the part where he is reading from the book. That would be a lot of records to erase though.
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K, at 1:32 a.m.
oh, it makes me want to read it now! Ah, Brad, I hope everything works out well for you! You deserve it.
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VivaLaPinto, at 8:32 a.m.
I'd like to see it :)
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barbara_mary, at 9:39 a.m.
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