Life as a Science

So, I finished the song i was writing.
Well, sorta.
The lyrics are done.
Still sorting out the melody....wish I had a guitar. And knew how to play it.

Trying to work out the second one now...have the general idea and some of the lyrics...but it's taking a harder time to get down on paper. The first one felt almost like it was writing itself. It's like south africa just jumped into my ear and started scratching itself out on my grey matter.

Wish I had more time to work on these. But right now, it's back to the essays. Much less personal, incredibly less poetic, and entirely less fun.
posted by sordaria @ 10:26 AM

Not sure what I want to write about tonight.
Not work or rowing or whatever....that's boring and ..meh.

I'm just ansy. And I need to sleep...and sometimes writing here helps me sort things out so I can sleep.
However, what I really want to write about is not something I can actually put down here -- I promised myself a long time ago not to be overly personal on this thing because I just suck at being cryptic. So, I can't say.

But at least I'm acknowledging it. In my own head, anyway. It's there. And I like it. Although it's not good for me. I know that....but I still like it. It's like chocolate that way. It's sweet, and wonderful and you can have cravings for it..and in my case, anyway, you can't get enough of it. And you know it's bad for you.....but at the moment it makes you so genuinely happy, that the future doesn't really seem to matter.
It's very simple...there's not much to it...but the mere fact that it happens makes me smile. And for now, that's enough.

And on that random note, off to bed.
Rowing at 7am.
My hands will never forgive me. The blisters are growing. ..whimper..
posted by sordaria @ 7:29 PM

Girls, you shoulda been with me last night.
It was the closest I've been to home since I came to oxford.

I went into Oxford to hear a mate's band play their first gig. It was in the basement of a small bar, smokey, darkish, t-shirts, jeans, beer, guitars, vocals, drums, old tables and rickety chairs, people knowing almost everyone in the bar as well as the band....it was like being back at CBTGs or The Attic.

Made me a little homesick.

:)
posted by sordaria @ 6:00 AM

Ever get overwhelmed at someone's kindness towards you? Even when they're one of your closest friends...sometimes you forget that they are there to have your back when you really need it. And when they show their colours like that, even in something very simple, you reel from the knowledge that you're not alone here...that you've made a connection with someone who is guaranteed to help you when you need them. It's not that you doubted they would..it's just that their unsoliticed offer to help catches you off guard, and you're so grateful for their kindness...you kinda get blown away.
It was really so little that you actually did...but those few words of guidance and help carried such a weight...because of the reason behind them. Because that's what friends do, I guess. Anyway, thank you.
posted by sordaria @ 6:28 AM

Just back from too weeks in South Africa. I can't think how to write about it now, because it was the most amazing, incredible experience....so, I'll leave it for now and have a think on it. More about that later.

The wonderful Sara Murray has graced me with her prescence, and last night we had, of course, the most random night ever. Stear clear of guys with plastic planes and 'no admittance signs' at bars. That's all I have to say.

Oh, and 'Tim Deluxe'...who are you? I'm curious about random comments. :)

Okay...time to start the clean-up process. My room smells like alcohol. urgh.
posted by sordaria @ 6:55 AM