Saturday, June 14, 2014

Late is the hour and Jocelyn the Nielson should go to bed...

My dearest darlingest Momsie and Popsicle.

My dear Father

Future ones,

“Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery – celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”-Jim Jarmusch

This quote is BRILLIANT!

I love that quote, so very much. I actually just found it in another blog yesterday.

Okay enough of that, I really gotta stop writing this so late. But it's hard coming up with stuff to talk about! Honestly all I have for you from today is what is already written. Except I keep writing.

Ummm...well here's a short thing. I went and watched Thor 2 with some friends (that's why I didn't post this earlier) and before that I turned down going to a pool party with my ward so I could study. I didn't do a very good job, but an attempt was made.

I watched every one go to the party. I moved around my living room making dinner and watching them leave. Party of me wanted to run to my room, throw on my swimsuit and go after them. Because I wanted to be social, I wanted to know the jokes, remember the memories. I almost called Grandma to remind me why I was staying behind (studying), not that I actually did. I just really wanted to.

We'll talk more about this later but I want you to know right now at this moment that I survived being left behind. Gosh, it sounds so dramatic.

I was fine. 

That being said I had just gone to a party the night before so it made some sense why I wasn't going to the party tonight.

This post feels like a half-hearted job....but since it's just between you and me, well, for every 2 half jobs, it makes up a whole one, right? Right.



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