Thank you, Pandora, for my Jet station.

A lazy Saturday afternoon. I'm wrapped up in many, many blankets. Several pillows surround me and I'm quite content. Harvey Danger is playing on my comp.
"I'm not sick, but I'm not well. And I'm so hot cause I'm in hell. I'm not sick, but I'm not well. And it's a sin to live so well." Amen.

I woke up about three hours ago. There's something amazing about waking up on a weekend morning and just being able to lie there. Not let anything touch you. Not limit your mind and just let it wander. I surprise myself with where my mind takes me sometimes. New people, new adventures, new, new, new. Spontaneity. Other times, I am not at all surprised by the road map of my head. Same old scenery, same old, same old. Familiarity.

On Thursday, in my Acting for Film and TV class, we were given a lecture about spontaneity. Where do instincts come from? How does spontaneity tie into all aspects of a human being: physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually? And how having a set and analytical plan of how you're going to say your lines will kill any response to creativity.

I think it kind of funny that I need to learn how be "spontaneous" when I'm spontaneous every day of my life. Sure, I wake up every morning and write down a "To Do List" for myself. I'm also very prompt with crossing off each event once I've completed it. However, I get to make changes to my own "To Do List!" So awesome. I don't plan how I feel or react to people. It just happens. It's my response to creativity.

"Troublemaker" by Weezer is quite possibly one of best songs ever. Whenever I listen to this band, it makes me think of how completely awkward I was at 13. Quiet, glasses, 4'11", a dedicated day dreamer and fanatic of fantasy novels. This band also makes me proud of how I didn't fit in and will never fit in.

Sometimes we need to stare off into space and not know where we went for 2 minutes.