(I’m just so good at naming my posts with names that have nothing to do with the actual topic)
I intended to write this yesterday, but I couldn’t. Mostly because
- I was checking out all possible features of some picture editing program. Then editing tons of summer pictures and putting them into collages. And doing general sorting into folders. To have something to bother you with today.
- Staying up until 3:30am, scrolling down and laughing/doing strange creepy noises at super rare pictures/recordings/interviews, amusing inside jokes and reviews/impressions from like half a year ago here on Tumblr under the tag “Nate Ruess”. (a. Tumblr is the Mecca of great stuff you won’t find anywhere else. b. I’m so obsessed with this band, it’s unhealthy and pathetic. c. No, I don’t think that fun. consists only of Nate. His tag thing happened accidentally, I started scrolling and it was too late to change it. Plus, you find more uncommon stuff that way. d. Dear fun. fans, this one is not a fandom blog, don’t follow me.)
Ever since May when I learned, I play The Gambler (and Carry On) on piano every single day. I’m completely amazed at I’m how not sick of it already. But a) it really helps your fingers Maybe. b) The Gambler is my most favorite piece to play on piano. Like, ever. c) After every acoustic performance I nearly climb the walls of frustration because I can’t get some improvisation things Andrew does. Uhgggg. I just keep wandering about it. (yes, wAndering).
I have one serious problem. Books problem. I guess I should start with the fact, that I have to sides of my personality: the serious one (that is observant, intelligent, realistic, sensible, intense, sober etc.) and the loose one (which is spontaneous, weird, sensitive, artistic, free, dreamer, silly and funny. Hipster.). These two always argue in me. I hate it. I can’t set my views without my sides arguing with each other. But I guess many people experience that.
So, books problem. I really enjoy reading. Reading fiction. I have read a lot of fiction books. But lately the serious side forbids me to read it because it thinks that you learn way more useful and informative things from non-fiction books, like science, arts and stuff. I still want to read fiction simply because I enjoy it so fucking much, but the serious side takes over me. But I’m gonna fight it.
How miserable, selfish and boring I am?
That’s all for now.
(I wanted to post a hilarious picture (or joke) of Nate or Jack or Andrew or all together, but it’s a non-fandom blog, remember? )