Valentine’s Day is such a waste.
You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood.– Leopold von Sacher-Masoch, Venus in Furs (via demon-to-love-you) Oh boy, has he!!
He’s still my sunshine…
Every time I play the Frankie show, despite the fact I have played the show so many times, I cannot help but think of Dima for every song. I’m so inexplicably in love with him, I’d shout it from rooftops of I could!
I’m somewhat amazed and at the same time, not surprised by the continuous and ‘ever-growing’ attraction to him. I say ‘not surprised’ due to the person he is as a whole. He’s quite the specimen! I say ‘somewhat amazed’ due to how I’ve been in the past; losing immediate interest in matter of weeks or months because of quirks in a personality...
The Frankie show always reminds me off him. Especially my very own solo. It’s quite impressive that he’s still constantly on my mind…
A half hour ordeal to drag myself out of bed and another half hour ordeal to wake up once I’m up and zombie walking. This is ridiculous.
My excitement has been abruptly ended.
Finally in Dover! Long day, long flights! At least we arrived to gifts and free room service woo!! How lovely it is to be taken care of like this!! First night I’ll be sleeping alone since he’s back, I believe. It’s a bit strange, I must say…
‘Travel fever’ is what I’ve landed on calling this intense desire I have to travel. For the moment, unfortunately, I have to remain quite stationary. During winter break (which cannot come soon enough), I’m set on going somewhere. Anywhere, really. As long as it’s far away from this damned city.
Love, experience, happiness.
“There Will Come Soft Rains” comes to mind in this lovely weather that is finally come over Las Vegas.
A personal opinion of mine: there’s no wrong in desiring someone with mind, body, and soul. There’s a place for it, yes. Unfortunately, I find it hard to subdue those feelings in the times I should, in fact, not acknowledge them. Lucky him, feeling this way for him….
It’s a fantastic feeling being made to feel the fool.
WHEN NON STRING PLAYERS SAY STRING INSTRUMENTS ARE...
gottabeastringplayer: My reaction, exactly. Oh sure, yeah, string instruments are easy to play. Go ahead, try it out, let’s see you not be able to play.
I’m pretty sure I even love what I dislike (sometimes) about that handsome, handsome man.
Getting to the coda in the last movement of...
1/3 of the way into the dress rehearsal
I do expect the whole truth. Absolutely. Not some sort of version of it. But the exact, unaltered, un-fluffed, truth. Then again, if I don’t know the difference, you’re in the clear.
Days like these make me miss being able to sit with my mom, drinking hot tea, watching her sew and gossiping about nonsense. Or watching some kind of sport, as my dad tries to explain the rules for the millionth time, while eating chips and ice cream, behind my moms back. Or even surfing YouTube together looking for stupid videos to make us all laugh. Those were the days when I was still their...
PLAYING DE FALLA
gottabeastringplayer: OLE Aww, yeah!!! Cello and guitar arrangements rocks my socks clear off. So fun!
Moody. Moody. Moody. Not happy at all, today.
Moody. Moody. Moody. Not happy at all, today.
I’ve never been one to name my instruments. But at this very moment in my break from practicing and staring at my cello for whatever reason, I have decided that my cello is in fact a female. And her name is Anya and she’s Russian.
Some days, you can’t shake the ‘off’ feeling.
Sometimes we love people so much that we have to be numb to it. Because if we...– Faye Forrester (Brittany Murphy) in Riding in Cars with Boys (via itsfriesonapizza)
You don’t travel thousands of miles, across oceans and desert to throw in the towel so easily, upon rash thinking. You stop and think about both perspectives from a logical stand point, then you weigh the emotional aspect of it all; how do I truly feel towards them?, is it worth the fight?, do I really want to be without them? That, to me, seems reasonable enough.
I’m not sure why, but my love for Romeo and Juliet (Shakespeare’s play, not the movies… So much) is a bit obsessive. Despite how many times I’ve read it, heard it or have seen renditions, it still manages to tug at every heart string I have. Helpless romantic in me, perhaps…
…falling in love all over again. Beautiful feeling.
It’s so surreal having him back!! I thought for a minute there I may never see that wonderful man, again. BUT, here he is; in my arms, in my bed, in my life all over again. Impatiently waiting for him, I sat outside of the customs sliding, automatic door. YES, I was SO impatient. But Good Christ, was I excited and I in absolutely every single way was savoring that nervous, excitement,...
He was sweet and charming and smart… but my feelings for him were way beyond...– Kody Keplinger …. oh yeah. That was definitely me. Well, let’s be honest…It’s still me…
I feel like a child on Christmas eve and Dima is Christmas. The last time I was this excited and nervous was right before I left for Romania…
I find far more comfort in the idea of being ‘wanted’ terribly… Rather than being ‘needed’ desperately, of course. There seems, to me, to be much more affection in ‘wanting’ someone.
Robert Frost summed up what he learned in life as “It goes on.” Well, my addition to that is that life is a never-ending, mind bending, often-times-hard, then often-times-beautiful, learning experience. In addition to that, one of my dearest friends also enlightened me in saying God never gives you more than you can honestly handle, even if you think you can’t.
Two more weeks and I’ll be back in his arms…
Distance is just a test to see how far love can travel… and my love has traveled far. It has been a constant flow and hasn’t ever stopped. My love drove me to fly across the world to see him and only made that love stronger. With the distance between us again, we’ve encountered hardships, but that has not diminished the fact that my love still permeates through what ever time...
The importance of not giving up...
I’ve never loved more fondly, intimately, and passionately. This wasn’t my own doing. I didn’t chose to feel this way, but this was brought out in me in the purest form. And when I realized I did, in fact, love him, I allowed it. With open arms. There’s something in that, in that person who brings that out in you, that needs to be cherished. To fight to keep it alive....