Harmony - Prevail = AWESOMENESS!!!

So yeah, I found that this weekend. It blew my socks off. And here's something that I've loved for a long time but only recently rediscovered.

Attack Attack! (Thank you Francisco for turning me onto them. *hugs*)

My latest musical obcessions.

Firstly, I have discovered that I very much like a band that I have known about for a while but didn't realize they were so good. Anywho, there's a link to their myspace so you can check them out too. I was going to put a video, but it won't allow me to embed it so there's a link to that too.

Kids in the Way

Fiction

Next is another band called MyChildren MyBride. Yes, they have freaking huge gauges, yes it looks kind of weird, I don't care. I love them anyway. Link time! Video!!!

MCMB

Next is also music, but of an entirely different genre. Hello, Loreena McKennitt!

Loreena McKennitt


And more music of the same type. (sort of) Meet Heather Dale.

Heather Dale




Nifty music, woo!

Whoops, never mind.

Never mind, changed it again. Actually, I've changed it twice since that post, and may continue changing it, so I'm just gonna let you keep updating yourself as to what the name is.

~Kenyn

Slight change.

I have changed my wordpress name from Eternal Aspirations. It now has less of a name, and more of a tagline. It is now: "A Door Into My Mind... Enter at your own Risk." It still has the same web address though.

Just an update.

depressed...

The other day I was having a conversation with a guy friend of mine and it got me thinking. Lately I've been feeling really down because of the crap that is my life, and I guess I let my mask falter because he looked at me for a minute and his expression got all worried. He asked me if I was O.K., and my immediate thought was "lie. Tell him you're fine. Tell him you're just tired." But for some reason I didn't. Instead I replied with "I'm alive. That's what matters." He said "being alive isn't all that matters, what about happiness? Happiness is part of life." Me: "Happiness is only a passing privilege." (I'm going to refer to my guy friend as J.) J.: "Look, I can tell that you're really depressed, and-" (I and one of my girl friends had been talking about a guy that I have really strong feelings for but said guy doesn't care about me.) "-if this is about some guy, then if he doesn't and won't care about you no matter what, then he's not right for you and isn't worth it." (Leave it to him to think that I'm friggin' depressed over a guy.) Me: "This isn't just my guy problems. I am actually a little deeper than that." J.: "Just be happy, O.K.? What's the point of living if you can't be happy?" THAT caught my attention. I'm sure he didn't mean to phrase it quite like that, but it made me think. What IS the point of living if I have no hope of happiness? Not that I think that I could ever take my own life, but it sure is an interesting idea... hmmm...

Random Note: Not Who I Want To Be

What do you do when you realize that you’re the kind of girl you’ve always hated? You know, the girl who has the looks, the voice, all the guys, everyone wants to be her, and the girls who are a little bit younger all idolize her? I’m not trying to be conceited, I’m just making an observation. If I were a cheerleader, I would be the popular girl every body secretly hates. How could I subconsciously become someone I have always hated? I now understand how my friend Josh must feel, he’s one of those guys that has an absolutely gorgeous face and all the girls fall head over heals for him. You never know if they like you as a friend or something more, it’s really hard to find a good friend of the opposite sex that only wants to be friends. I realized this about myself when I was thinking about my current crush. I like him very much but he doesn’t care for me in the least, and as I was contemplating this, the thought went through my head that I could have nearly any guy, except for the one that I really want. As soon as that thought went through my head, I realized the way-more-popular-than-I-should-be, over-rated, cheerleader type that I must come off as, and I’m not so sure that I’m O.K. with that image. I think I would rather lick a cactus.