The U.S.S. Captain Crunch.

I feel personal this evening.

Deep down, I truly still don’t understand who I am. I don’t think I’ll ever fully understand who I am. Life doesn’t last long enough for me to fully figure that out. I think if I devoted every waking moment to wondering about my purpose and my existence would be a waste of my existence.

But I guess that’s just me.

However, people seem to think that I understand everything… while that facade is nice, it’s simply not true.

“You are the piece of me, I wish I didn’t need, chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why.”

I’m listening to Clarity by Zedd feat. Foxes. I love this song so much.

Anyways, back to my point. I think that people put too much consideration into their existence that they don’t just exist. Life’s too short to not exist, you know? That seems like an oxymoron, but it truly isn’t.

As I breathe, I feel the oxygen refill my soul and lungs with life, the way a river gives life to otherwise meaningless banks.

Even oxygen is a beautiful thing.

potatoandotherwise:

oh, maybe this stuff isn’t so bad

what’s that weird feeling….

where the fuck did this come from

are those leggings

WHY IS MY HAIR THIS HIGH ON MY HEAD

OH GOD

u kno my name not my story<3

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ATTENTION EVERYBODY

RUN FOR YOUR LIVES

ROBOTS HAVE TAKEN OVER THE WORLD

OUR WORLD

Hello. Hola. Konichiwa.

First off, let me say this: I feel terrible. Awful. Disgusting. Though not quite to miserable. So, I guess that’s positive.

But my week has been awful. I mean… just loads of annoying shit in my way. It’s as if people were desperately trying to annoy me. If you were, then good for you, have a trophy.

I’d love it if just one really great thing happened to me.

No, scratch that, one good thing to happen to me. But yet, no one has stepped out of their way just to fill my day with sunshine. (Not a plead.) And it really hurts, because I’m consistently trying to do acts of kindness to everyone, yet no one seems truly thankful or frankly even GIVES a fuck. I don’t need to be rewarded for my actions, but I had hoped that for once, the karma train would stop at my station, if you catch my drift. I don’t know. Perhaps the good thing is coming… I just haven’t been graced with it quite yet.

This isn’t my way of saying that I’m done giving.

That’s contrary to my conscience.

But I am saying that if someone would just step out of their way for once, and do something that would really make me smile, I just might have faith in people again.

But until then… my heart rests under an idyllic cherry tree, waiting to be captured by a spirit more luminous than me.

In conclusion (if you couldn’t be bothered to read all of that): Do something that will make someone smile. You don’t know how badly they might need it.

I’m kind of bad about posting on Tumblr.

I’ll try to get on that.

Right now, I’m working on my study guide for The Hobbit. I really like the book, but I despise how Tolkien writes.

Yesterday, when I had a vocal lesson with my choir teacher. You see, my school is small enough that all of the students get individual lessons. Anyways, we were running through this Christmas piece - One Child. We always have this piece in our Christmas repertoire. Every year, we go to sing a little concert at a mall, and we do the same set of 15-20 songs every year. Because it had been so long since we had sang One Child at our own home concert, the choir teacher decided that she may do it at home again, and there’s a nice 16 bar-ish solo in there. Here’s where it gets mildly philosophical. Oh yay! I already have two solos in our Christmas song repertoire, and figured that was enough and that I wasn’t going to audition for a 3rd with One Child, though my teacher encouraged me to. I still declined. As much as I’d love to have every solo, every descant, and every opportunity to bask in glory that will step me closer to my lifetime of wishful accomplishments, I am humble enough to realize that the choir puzzle doesn’t fit together with 100 pieces of Erin. That’s the beautiful challenge of choir; to try to make 40 or 50 voices of different ranges, styles, and timbres to sound like one. The stars aren’t always for me to shine in. Imagine if Adam Levine sang Wide Awake instead of Katy Perry. I’d love to dig into the plethora of reasons why it wouldn’t work, but to not risk digression, I’ll refrain. I want to go into music. Honestly. I want to sing forever. Singing anything. Not musical theatre though. I don’t know why, I just kind of despise it for the most part. NOT THE POINT. It would be unfair of me to “steal solos” from people, seeing as how this may be their only opportunity to feel the tingling excitement of the spotlight. It would be wrong of me as a singer and a person to try and detriment others from progressing on their vocal journey by taking the spotlight. Everyone deserves an opportunity in the spotlight. To all of you dazzling soloists who haven’t been picked yet, I’m certain there’s a song out there that craves your voice. If you quit searching, you’ll never know what it is. How boring is that? Indiana Jones didn’t ever quit searching. Anyways, to make it simple, I’m leaving you with 3 or 4 points. We’ll see how many it ends up being. 1) If you have a good voice, don’t solo all the time. Humility, patience and kindness towards others who haven’t reached their full vocal potential is crucial. 2) Choir is about everybody. Not just you. If you want it to be about you, go audition for the Voice. 3) Everyone has the potential to sing well. For some, it’s harder to reach than others. And with that, my beautiful darlings, I end my rant. Sayonara. :) -Erin.

hai everyone.

I need to rant.

But first, watch this because… he’s amazing:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eo9pU1q8sy8

I hope you all are having a much better day than I am. I have a slight issue with society. No one cares about real art anymore. Tragic, right. I KNOW. It makes me want to shoot myself with a paintball gun. That would provide more artistry than one of Adele’s annoying boy-sorrow tunes in a boring key with a boring melody.

Bo Burnham… actually kinda saved me in a way. He really showed me that I’m not the only one who thinks the way I do. I think he should be king. For every three people that annoy the living hell out of me, there’s one that reminds me why I should float on.

I just realized that my Adele comments may bite me in the ass if I’m famous. Oh well? Perhaps by then people will realize that she’s a shitty excuse for a musician. She lacks singer’s principle.

Haha. I have a personal gripe with Adele, if you hadn’t already noticed. I don’t care if you like shitty music. I might recommend that you get your hearing checked, but I won’t yell at you, unless you try to convince me to like shitty music.

I’m in Chemistry right now. You’d have to be a complete moron not to understand that significant doesn’t equal accurate.

Sorry. Back to ranting. Damn me and my tangents.

I think I’ve exercised my rage. Time for the fun Kurt Cobain-loathing-everything phase.

:)

Smile, loves.

The world will turn up for you, and hopefully someday… me.

P.S. If your name is Justin, Katy, Chance, Daved, Samuel, Alec, Darin, or Josh… this doesn’t apply to you. <3 Much love to you guys.