Dear readers,
A few months ago, Eaven White started up a new blog for herself. I didn't really understand why she did it. I thought her old blog was just fine! I liked her old blog!
Now I understand. Sometimes your blog loses its savor, and you gotta start over again.
That and blog titles for this blog take way too much effort.
And so I invite you to my new blog, my new pseudonym, my new identity. Soren Cantus will still exist (and may even blog from time to time here), but there's a new girl in town. Her name is Apricot Jones.
Welcome to the secret life and times of Apricot: http://thesecretlifeandtimesofapricot.blogspot.com/
(Read from the beginning. It makes so much more sense.)
Until next time, adios faithful readers!
All my love,
Soren Cantus
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
My Friends, My Friends
Don't ask me
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sit no more
Remember how last post I was hooked on Jekyll&Hyde? Well, now it's Les Miserables. I've actually never heard Les Miserables before Saturday. No joke. And then I watched the 25th Anniversary (the one with Nick Jonas) online, and I fell in LOVE. I love Eponine! I might have loved Cosette if she'd had a personality!
And right now my favorite song is Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. And it makes me want to cry every time.
Ah, the joy of the theater!
--Soren, out
What your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will sit no more
Remember how last post I was hooked on Jekyll&Hyde? Well, now it's Les Miserables. I've actually never heard Les Miserables before Saturday. No joke. And then I watched the 25th Anniversary (the one with Nick Jonas) online, and I fell in LOVE. I love Eponine! I might have loved Cosette if she'd had a personality!
And right now my favorite song is Empty Chairs at Empty Tables. And it makes me want to cry every time.
Ah, the joy of the theater!
--Soren, out
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Keep Holding On
This is my theme song for reading Inheritance. No, seriously. I'm 100 pages in and nothing is happening!
NaNoWriMo died. Alas. I got behind, and it snowballed, and trying to catch up with NaNo made me behind in my homework, which isn't good. Like, at all.
I'm hooked on Jekyll and Hyde, the musical. The music is so addicting!
--Soren, out.
NaNoWriMo died. Alas. I got behind, and it snowballed, and trying to catch up with NaNo made me behind in my homework, which isn't good. Like, at all.
I'm hooked on Jekyll and Hyde, the musical. The music is so addicting!
--Soren, out.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Can Anybody Find Me...?
It's that time again: NaNoWriMo!
If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, it's short for "National Novel Writing Month". And guess who's doing it this year? Me!
Disclaimer: If I go MIA, don't worry. I'm just selling my soul in hopes of accomplishing my dream of becoming a world-renowned author.
Right now, I'm up way too late procrastinating finishing my project, because frankly I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, I won't wake up in time for class tomorrow. Because I slept through my first class yesterday. And I was late to my class today. I can't pull all-nighters like I'm used to. And now my second wind is kicking in, which means I have to drive to do something. Maybe I'll do dishes.
I think I might take little cat naps throughout the night to ensure that I get to class on time (because my project is due, and I HAVE to be there to present it), clean the dorm while I'm at it, and maybe get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry.
I'm exhausted. And, because I am exhausted, I am prone to being highly emotional. Which I am. And so here goes my splurge.
I want love so bad. I want someone to look at me like I pulled the sun right out of the sky, I want him to hold me like he couldn't bear to ever let me go, I want him to tell me that he thinks I'm the most amazing person he's ever know. Because I know when I meet him, that's what I'm going to be doing.
Normally I can put on a brave face and go on through life like it doesn't bug me, but it does. It hurts seeing other people so madly in love, and wonder what is wrong with me that I can't find it. I changed my clothes, and my hair, and my makeup, and I changed how I thought about myself, and nothing changes. I get out of the house, I go do stuff, I participate, but I'm invisible. And it hurts. It hurts really bad. I just want someone to look at me like I'm there, like I exist. Because I feel like everyone is just passing me by, going on to something that's bigger and better and makes an impression, and in the end, I'm left alone in the dust.
I just want somebody to love me. I just want somebody to hold my hand. I want to feel loveable, and likable, and kissable, and wonderful. I want my love story to begin. I want to belong with someone. I want to feel love.
--Soren, out.
If you don't know what NaNoWriMo is, it's short for "National Novel Writing Month". And guess who's doing it this year? Me!
Disclaimer: If I go MIA, don't worry. I'm just selling my soul in hopes of accomplishing my dream of becoming a world-renowned author.
Right now, I'm up way too late procrastinating finishing my project, because frankly I don't know what to do, and I'm afraid that if I go to sleep, I won't wake up in time for class tomorrow. Because I slept through my first class yesterday. And I was late to my class today. I can't pull all-nighters like I'm used to. And now my second wind is kicking in, which means I have to drive to do something. Maybe I'll do dishes.
I think I might take little cat naps throughout the night to ensure that I get to class on time (because my project is due, and I HAVE to be there to present it), clean the dorm while I'm at it, and maybe get something to eat. I'm kinda hungry.
I'm exhausted. And, because I am exhausted, I am prone to being highly emotional. Which I am. And so here goes my splurge.
I want love so bad. I want someone to look at me like I pulled the sun right out of the sky, I want him to hold me like he couldn't bear to ever let me go, I want him to tell me that he thinks I'm the most amazing person he's ever know. Because I know when I meet him, that's what I'm going to be doing.
Normally I can put on a brave face and go on through life like it doesn't bug me, but it does. It hurts seeing other people so madly in love, and wonder what is wrong with me that I can't find it. I changed my clothes, and my hair, and my makeup, and I changed how I thought about myself, and nothing changes. I get out of the house, I go do stuff, I participate, but I'm invisible. And it hurts. It hurts really bad. I just want someone to look at me like I'm there, like I exist. Because I feel like everyone is just passing me by, going on to something that's bigger and better and makes an impression, and in the end, I'm left alone in the dust.
I just want somebody to love me. I just want somebody to hold my hand. I want to feel loveable, and likable, and kissable, and wonderful. I want my love story to begin. I want to belong with someone. I want to feel love.
--Soren, out.
Friday, October 21, 2011
A New King
I have a boyfriend!
Well, not really. He's an action figure on my desk serving as my makeshift boyfriend until I get a real one.
So my roommate has sisters. And said sisters sent her a small Smurfs figurine to serve as her makeshift boyfriend to make up for her lack thereof. She made the mistake of telling me, and I started teasing her (with love, of course). In retaliation, she promised to get me my own makeshift boyfriend.
Yesterday I get an email that I have a package waiting for me. I go to pick it up and I have no idea what it is. It's a small, rectangular box from Brian's Toys in Lexington, KY (irony, anyone?).
It was my makeshift boyfriend. Loki the action figure now sits proudly on my desk. I have one of the best roomies in the world.
It's things like this that make me love life.
--Soren, out.
Well, not really. He's an action figure on my desk serving as my makeshift boyfriend until I get a real one.
So my roommate has sisters. And said sisters sent her a small Smurfs figurine to serve as her makeshift boyfriend to make up for her lack thereof. She made the mistake of telling me, and I started teasing her (with love, of course). In retaliation, she promised to get me my own makeshift boyfriend.
Yesterday I get an email that I have a package waiting for me. I go to pick it up and I have no idea what it is. It's a small, rectangular box from Brian's Toys in Lexington, KY (irony, anyone?).
It was my makeshift boyfriend. Loki the action figure now sits proudly on my desk. I have one of the best roomies in the world.
It's things like this that make me love life.
--Soren, out.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Love, Can You Hear Me?
Here I am, procrastinating homework, wiping sleep from my tired eyes, trying to find a reason to do this pointless "aura-gram" assignment. The auras I see are much cooler. Not as informative, but much cooler.
I also need to retake my online Music 101 vocab test. I got a high "C" on it the first time (not too bad for not having reviewed beforehand), and I can retake as many times as I want, so long as I don't use my notes.
My favorite Pandora station is about to put me to sleep.
If I could just get a move on and do my work, I might be able to do something with my life (or at least with my dorm) before my classes start. Why is motivation so elusive?
I really want to write. And I'm not talking about essays. I'm talking about stories, whether by myself, or with someone else. I need creativity, I need creation, I need to build worlds and characters and relationships.
I might have a really big crush. It looks hopeless at this point, but I've been talking to him (electronically, since I can't face-to-face) and...I don't know how to describe it. I feel floaty. Happy. But I know that as soon as he gets here he'll probably forget he ever knew me and meet some girl and fall in love and oops, there goes the sound of another broken heart of mine. My supply is getting low. I have to guard them carefully. When will I ever learn that?
--Soren, out.
I also need to retake my online Music 101 vocab test. I got a high "C" on it the first time (not too bad for not having reviewed beforehand), and I can retake as many times as I want, so long as I don't use my notes.
My favorite Pandora station is about to put me to sleep.
If I could just get a move on and do my work, I might be able to do something with my life (or at least with my dorm) before my classes start. Why is motivation so elusive?
I really want to write. And I'm not talking about essays. I'm talking about stories, whether by myself, or with someone else. I need creativity, I need creation, I need to build worlds and characters and relationships.
I might have a really big crush. It looks hopeless at this point, but I've been talking to him (electronically, since I can't face-to-face) and...I don't know how to describe it. I feel floaty. Happy. But I know that as soon as he gets here he'll probably forget he ever knew me and meet some girl and fall in love and oops, there goes the sound of another broken heart of mine. My supply is getting low. I have to guard them carefully. When will I ever learn that?
--Soren, out.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Slow Me Down
I'm pulling another all-nighter.
In my defense, I wasn't completely procrastinating all this time. Mostly I've been working on the proposal for the paper (which we've been diligently working on as a group) and today I spent all day at the PPC.
I hate having to cite resources. It takes so much time, and I'm so tired.
Schedule for tomorrow:
1. Pull all-nighter. Get paper ready for peer review.
2. Come home. Do music hw. Eat leftover rice/hot dog/creole creation. Take a nap.
3. Go to music class.
4. Sleep til I feel like waking up.
5. By this time, it's probably Saturday. Shopping day! $1 Totino's pizzas! $0.59 cucumbers! Freedom! Mostly...and then more homework.
Not going to the masquerade. In reality, it's so much better to go with a guy, and since I have no guy, I have no dance. Besides, this week has been hectic. I'm ready for some rest.
--Soren, out.
In my defense, I wasn't completely procrastinating all this time. Mostly I've been working on the proposal for the paper (which we've been diligently working on as a group) and today I spent all day at the PPC.
I hate having to cite resources. It takes so much time, and I'm so tired.
Schedule for tomorrow:
1. Pull all-nighter. Get paper ready for peer review.
2. Come home. Do music hw. Eat leftover rice/hot dog/creole creation. Take a nap.
3. Go to music class.
4. Sleep til I feel like waking up.
5. By this time, it's probably Saturday. Shopping day! $1 Totino's pizzas! $0.59 cucumbers! Freedom! Mostly...and then more homework.
Not going to the masquerade. In reality, it's so much better to go with a guy, and since I have no guy, I have no dance. Besides, this week has been hectic. I'm ready for some rest.
--Soren, out.
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