Lists. Freeze Pops. Sleep.

Hello There.
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I love routine.
I love goals.
I love being productive.
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I wish I had more routine.
I wish I had more goals.
I wish I were more productive.
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I love routine, just being able to know exactly what needs to be done and when it needs to be done sets my mind at ease.
I very much dislike not having enough to do to make a concrete schedule. That has been my summer so far. Having bits of things here and there but not really enough to make out a To-Do list for each day.
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I work much better with a list. I love lists. Check lists. Grocery Lists. To-Do Lists. Lists of names. Lists of chores. Lists of school work.
Lists.
Life is better because of lists.
Life is also better because of freeze pops. Andrew bought a pack of 100 small freeze pops last week. We consumed them in an amount of time that is quite embarrassing.
But they were so good. yes.
Life was better with a cool packet of colored ice.
Yummy.
Right now it is 11:28 on a Thursday evening.
I am sitting in bed with the lights off.
Over my summer vacation I got into the bad habit of staying up until 12:00pm and now I am sad to say I am still in that habit.
So here I am writing a blog post when I would love to be dreaming.
yes. I wish I was dreaming about writing a blog post.
hmmm.
Maybe I will dream about writing a blog post!
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Well then, I suppose I will post this now. Then shut my laptop down. Then try to sleep.
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This has been fun.
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Chow.

So. Remember that one time. That one time that I wrote that blog post about how music is such a powerful thing....
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...as in yesterdays post. haha...
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...I would like to state something more about that. "that" being the statement that music is a powerful thing...
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...I just recently watched the movie "No Reservations" starring Catherine Zeta-Jones and Aaron Eckhart. In that movie Aaron Eckharts character "Nick" played opera while he cooked. After finishing that movie I decided to listen to some Italian arias to see how I really felt about opera...
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....is seems like such a given thing to pass off as far too extreme, far too loud, and far too nonsensical to even bother listening to...
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but as I listened to La Boheme: Si, Mi Chiamano Mimi by IIeana Cotrubas and & John Pritchard and Norma: Casta Diva by James Levine, National Philharmonic Orchestra & Renata Scotto....
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...I realized how amazing of a thing opera is!...
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...I would be considered a very safe person, I'm not adventurous or daring. I like to generally stay around things I am familiar with...for example, I rarely, if ever, order anything new when I go to restaurants and usually don't get involved in anything remotely sport-like because I have never played sports...
this doesn't seem like a terribly horrible thing does it?...
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....I don't think it's a bad thing. most of the time...but I have come to realize over the past few months that I shouldn't be so stubborn as to not try new things. new things that are quite harmless, just new...
...I pass things off as silly or unimportant too quickly...I want to learn how to consider something and possibly try something before I pass it off as something I wouldn't like...
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....that statement scares me...
...next thing you know I'm gonna be the one skydiving and trying some weird fish concoction at a restaurant...
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...ha, or not...
...I'm still a bit too wary of both of those things...
...but from now on I am going to try to really consider things and try things before swearing them off as something I would never do...
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...and that all to say that I have begun to listen to Opera Arias...
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...well...
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....it's a start.

.the photographer.

i imagine...

do you ever imagine.
imagine how something will be.
imagine how something will end. imagine about someone you hope to meet. imagine what they would be like.
i imagine.
when i imagine, i get lost.
lost in how much i want something incredible to happen.
lost in what i hope to become one day.
and who i hope to meet.
and then i stop imagining and open my eyes.
i won't say i'm disappointed in what i then realize, that which is reality. its just never quite as thrilling as what i'm imagining. it seems like an obvious fact. imaginations are generally much more thrilling then reality, hence its something that should be considered and understand before even beginning to imagine, but nevertheless its still a hard fact to grasp...

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...music helps me imagine. music is like the pathway to my imagination, it feeds it and encourages it. i think this is a problem. at least sometimes. i wish music would always invoke true emotions, (and yes I do understand that it does at times), but i think it more so invokes feelings that coincide with what the song is imparting. take for instance a mixed cd, full of songs from every different genre and era, every different mood and emotion. if one were to listen through that entire cd, straight through, i believe that they would feel so many different emotions in such a short amount of time that they would end up feeling fickle and confused. this is a reason, i imagine, most people stick to one genre, one general emotion, or at least one genre that will convey every emotion in its own unique way. music is a powerful thing. and a misleading thing...

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...i can so quickly get caught up in the passion of a song, in the emotion of a aria, in the fervor of a piano piece....and then, there it is again. reality...

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...maybe its because i'm still so young, young in life, young in christ, young in emotions, young.
i understand reality, i understand the need and the reward of hard work, i cherish the moments after some conflict has been resolved and i would never, ever wish to lose that....

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....i just wish that my imaginations weren't so far from reality...

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...hmmm, but then would they be imaginations at all?...

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...i believe i will strive to learn how to ponder. perhaps it is the balance of thinking and imaginations.


i wonder what you think.

i wonder.

hmmm..."wonderings."



.the photographer.