3.10.2008

Blogging Once Again

It's another one of those days at school. Pretty normal. Pretty dull. Ready and waiting to get back home to my bed, my guitar, my food, my life. But all the while knowing that I won't be back until around 8:30 tonight. Seems like forever. Technically it's another four and a half hours.

But i'm back here again. Here in front of one the many computers I could have chosen at this school. And i'm back at this blog.

I've started listening to John Mayer again and i've stumbled upon a few interviews. One of them being done by Rolling Stone Magazine. We don't even need to read articles/interviews anymore. We can listen to them via podcast.

I have a point.
I swear.

During the interview he talked about songwriters. Real songwriters. Like himself. And he said that any person can say they write songs, but when you ask to hear one of them and they reply, "they're unfinished" or "I haven't finished them yet" then what kind of songwriter does that make you? Well, it doesn't make you one. A songwriter writes songs. Leave the unfinished art to those german romanticists in the 1800's.

I started this blog and I intend to keep it updated. It's not like anyone reads this. But I feel like unfinished business is a problem that can be solved. Unfortunately, blogs are constant, ongoing projects that never really have an end until you delete it out of world wide web history. So until then, It's just a matter of facing this blog and saying, "YOU WILL NOT DEFEAT ME!"

I guess i'm in a phase of my life where i'd like to see things through from beginning to the end. Whether it be projects, essays, papers, songs, dances, movies, conversations, friendships, etc... I'd like to see things full circle. In some ways it's a little bit OCD-ish, but i'm looking at it from a broader view.

I don't want to be the girl with a notebook of unfinished songs. I want to be the girl who made something happen. Someone who started a mini revolution in this crazy world that i'm living in. Population 1.

So there.

That's all I have to say about that.

Till next time--
Littlewings.

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