Stories

I wonder again and again how people become good enough at writing or telling their stories to get published.  I often think that there are a number of events that have occurred in my life that I would love to share.  But the fact of the matter is this: my vocabulary is somewhat small, I am not a great writer, and I often remember details in a way that is really difficult for me to put into words.  Have I mentioned this before?  I want to be a writer someday.  I am using this blog as practice. 

There is a funny thing that I do.  I journal.  That is not the funny part.  When I read my journals over after some time, I find them to be completely immature for about 90% of the time and the rest of the time, I think that my entries are true brilliance.  Maybe I am just biased and it is all a bunch of bullshit.  That is likely.  

I come up with stories in my mind though, stories which are so true, but at time I can exaggerate them just a little bit and I think-is this really my life?!  How did I get here?  There are times when I feel like I am walking through my own life like a zombie and I have ended up in places (most of them good) wondering how I've gotten to that point.  Anyway...here I am, rambling again.  So, I suppose this is goodnight. 

Discombobulated.

Perhaps my blog titles will always only be one word. Maybe that will be my way to enhance my vocabulary a little bit.  

Anyway, I am feeling so discombobulated right now. So much that I feel physically sick.  Now, I know this could be slightly related to the fact that I had the "double Johnny" at America's (or maybe The World's) Largest Brat Fest today.  But I know its more than that. I've got a lot going through my mind right now and I can't make it stop.  So my solution is to make lists.  Lists make me sane. Lists, lists, lists. 

Right now I am drafting my first one. If this turns out to be self-therapy...I'll post it on here. 

Tunes

What I think right now is that my blog is not particularly compelling...but I'm working on that.  I realized tonight that I am a distracted writer at this point in my life--and thank goodness, because that realization means I can work on it.  Baby-steps. 

I'm wondering about tunes...not show-tunes or something silly like that though.  Instead, what does the music we listen to say about us.  Specifically, what do the playlists that I've created say about me??  I would have to argue that most of the playlists that I have created relate to me in a specific time or place or have to do with the relationship that I have with whom-ever I've created them for.  I used to create playlists for running, for my teammates, for my roommates, and just for friends.  Most recently though, I created one for a friend and I didn't realize until afterwards, how all of the songs came together.  

Hotel Song, Regina Spektor

All My Days, Alexi Murdoch

Such Great Heights, Iron & Wine

Sing for You, Tracy Chapman

The Littlest Birds, The Be Good Tanyas

The Underdog, Spoon

Common Reaction, Uh Huh Her

Gray or Blue, Jaymay

Better, Regina Spektor

Such Great Heights, The Postal Service

Bag of Hammers, Thao

Lady, Regina Spektor

How Lucky We Are, Meiko

Just a Ride, Jem

On the Radio, Regina Spektor

Love You More, Alexi Murdoch

Little Little Little, An Horse

Hi, PSAPP

Ooh La, The Kooks

Where Does the Good Go, Tegan and Sara

War On Sound, Moonbabies

Wait, Get Set Go

There's a Girl, The Ditty Bops

Tell Me What To Do, Jim Noir

Running on Sunshine, Jesus Jackson

Portions for Foxes, Rilo Kiley

notice, Gomez

Make Right With You, Luke Temple

Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well, Mike Doughty

Life in Disguise, The Slip

La Familia, Mirah

How We Operate, Gomez

Gone Daddy Gone, Gnarls Barkley

Dirty Mind, The Pipettes

Cosy In the Rocket, Psapp

Come To Me, Koop

Again & Again,The Bird And The Bee

Little Lungs, An Horse

Okay, that's that. (obviously I am all about making lists)  My attention span, as I said before, is quite short.  So perhaps I'll come back to this tomorrow...or later. 

Whirlwind

If nothing else, the year 2009 has been a whirlwind for me. I can vividly remembering the passing of 2008 and I look back now with absolutely no regrets. And in this 24th year of my life, one of the goals I've recently come up with is to read 24 books this year.  Yes, this is ambitious, I know...especially considering May has almost completely come and gone and I'm right now wrapping up with book #5.  I think it is five? (i will list them later to make sure my count is right)  Anyway, that leaves me with 19 books to go...meaning in the next 7 months I am going to need to read at least 2 books a month.  YIKES!  So I've been making a mental list of good reads. I am not limiting myself to any one particular genre. Instead, I am going to find an interesting array of books to satisfy this goal. 

So far...here is my list:

1. Rubyfruit Jungle, Rita Mae Brown

2. Written on the Body, Jeanette Winterson

3. Tipping the Velvet, Sarah Waters

4. Shy Girl, Elizabeth Stark

5. She's Not There, Jennifer Finney Boylan

There you have it.