Day 50: I'm Dreaming Of A White Christmas-The Drifters

My roommate and I have really done it. Our room looks as if father christmas shit all over the place and didn't even bother to wipe. It is really quite something. I anticipate mixed reactions, however I suspect that mostly everyone who steps into this room will have the underlying response of fear. Who in their right mind would go this far? The answer is no-one. No-one in their right mind would spend literally 5 hours Christmafying a 30 by 20 foot space. It is borderline repulsive and I love it. I am truly exhausted by this endeavor but it was totally worth it and I anticipate many merry times in this holiday sensation. Please feel free to pop on by and subject yourself to this seizure inducing paradise. Happy Holidays everybody.

Song of the DAY: Listen to this song while you decorate your dorm room or house--I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas by the Drifters (Greatest version, definitely.)

Day 49: Darcy's Letter-Jean-Yves Thibaudet

Ahem. Ahem ahem ahem. I feel as if I am stepping up to a podium to begin a speech that I have not yet written.

Here I find myself, again-- returning to this little space, to share with you and perhaps to discover, myself, a little piece of that which is within me. I listen to Darcy's Letter, a score from Jean-Yves Thibaudet, and am reminded how much passion one song can inspire. I want to know this feeling in the tips of my fingers and toes, not just now but always and everywhere. It's all too easy to forget to feel with thoughts so near. I think I will try to quiet them when I can and listen instead to Darcy's Letter.

One thing has become quite clear to me, since the last time I wrote. I need an adventure. A change of scenery. A change of pace. I wouldn't mind a slower one, or a faster one for that matter. I want to see mountains again, Gandalf. Mountains. I want a romance with a new place that is reminiscent of another time. Does this exist? Perhaps on my journeys I will meet a great love, a cherished statue in florence, or wild meadow in wales--something truly beloved by me. If I find it, I don't suppose I shall want to return. If I should fall in love with the moors of Scotland and realize that I could never find rational happiness without them, it would be foolish of me to leave. Find me, reader, on the loch of an abandoned castle with my hair fanned out all around me and my fingers pruned and I am sure I will be quite content to stay.

Song of the day: Tremendously affecting. It is brilliant. Darcy's Letter composed by Jean-Yves Thibaudet from the Pride and Prejudice Soundtrack

"Do you think that because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, that I am soulless and heartless?" Jane Eyre