Sink or Swim

Okay, not going to lie, but it feels like I’m in that situation. It feels like the decisions I’m making nowadays are dragging me down to who knows where and it’s getting harder to stay afloat. I can’t just coast comfortably like I used to, counting on familiarity to keep me going when things got rough.

I’m questioning myself on a daily basis. Did I do the right thing choosing music as my path? Could I change if I wanted to? Where do I go to for support? I’m meeting plenty of new nice and wonderful individuals, but it’s difficult because they don’t seem to realize that the way I connect is by not connecting. Sometimes when I’m walking I get struck with the need to turn and say something, to someone; anything, to anyone. But it seems like the time and place for that has passed. It’s so hard to find the right words now…

Part, the Second

One of the benefits of maintaining a moderatly sized castle is that it comes with a moderately staffed intelligence service. The King and Queen, although piturbed that their evening plans had to be changed, were quick to pack and flee upon being informed that they were in the process of being overthrown. They were careful to take everything of value, everything that would allow them to live in comfort, no matter where they were fleeing into hiding. This is why they forgot the prince, he was neither valuable to them, nor comfortable.

The peasants, to no surprise, were slightly surprised to find the castle nearly empty. Nearly, because it contained the usual party guest who you had to invite, simply to prove your moderate financial standings to them. These guests are also the type who tend to overstay their welcome; in this case they had even outstayed the hosts. The whole place was searched, but the royalty had been thorough and taken all the valuable jewels and all of the comfortable pillows. In the course of their searching for things of moderate value they stumbled upon a rather ordinary looking boy who didn’t seem entirely sure of where he was, but wasn’t lost either. He was of course the prince, but the pesants had never been informed that there even was a prince. As far as they were concerend they thought royalty was simply there, as a part of nature is; something like a tree, or a rut in the road, or a horrible parasitic tapeworm.

Curious at the appearance of a new face amung them they inquired who he was. Unfortunately in their rush the King and Queen had also forgotten to name him, they were terribly busy, even when not fleeing for their lives. Convinced that the poor child was suffering from some sort of maladitiy or posession they took it upon themselves to bring him back to the town. They figured that just because a few of them couldn’t place a face, unfamiliar or otherwise, didn’t mean that a much larger mob wouldn’t be able to figure it out. When he was told that he would be leaving the castle he balked. The concept of leaving the castle was foreign to him, he didn’t even know there was a world outside the moderately high walls surrounding it. He took it upon himself to inform them that he had lived within the castle his whole life. They laughed. Only royalty and unwanted party guests stayed at the castle, and the idea that a young boy lived there, ridiculous! They were then quite convinced the ordinary boy, their prince, was completely batty.

To be continued, when I feel like it.

I Like-

• Summer rain
• Awkward glances
• Sleeping in
• Having no plans (until the last moment)
• Warm breezes
• Shade
• Sitting by water
• Milkshakes
• Seeing the stars at night
• Waking up to see the sun rise
• Being Fantastick
• People that understand what these mean to me

Part, the First

Once upon a time in a tiny, far off kingdom there lived a young boy. There was nothing particularly special about this boy, but he happens to be the focus of our story. This boy also happened to be the prince of that tiny, far off kingdom.

The name of the kingdom itself has been long forgotten, but that is all right because it isn’t important to our story (which happens to be about an unexceptional young boy who happens to be the prince of the kingdom). The kingdom itself isn’t tiny on a relative scale, but more geographically. It consists of a single township and one moderately sized castle. The castle is described as ‘moderately sized’ for a kingdom of such geographic tiny-ness would be expected to have a proportionately tiny castle. That is not the case. The King and Queen (who happen to be the parents of the otherwise normal boy, but for the fact that our story relates to his royal lineage) were rather greedy, and not even in the typical live-modestly-as-royalty-with-only-a-proportionatly-sized-castle-for-your-kingdom sort of way. They were greedy enough to overtax the local peasants who lived in their correctly scaled dwellings in their properly zoned fiefdoms. The local peasants, not knowing they were being overtaxed due to their properly sized, tiny brains put up with this for a long while, allowing the King and Queen to siphon off the superfluous tax dollars to an unknown venture (supposedly something to do with maintenance costs for extra chamber pots in the extra guest rooms of the moderately sized castle).

The King and Queen were pleased. The peasants, after being notified that living near a moderately sized castle would raise their property value, and in turn raise taxes (even peasants with geographically proportionate brains could understand concepts such as taxes), were not. This is why the peasants of the parents of the boy who wasn’t special, but who happened to be prince, planned to overthrow the ruling family.

To be continued when I feel like writing the rest.

Stress

This is not nearly as easy or glamorous as I thought it would be. College, that is. Not that I imagined it would be glamorous at all, but still, you expect a certain amount of dazzle to remain with you for a few weeks.

Here at Naz it seems more like shock-and-awe though. Orientation was a blur which was more for directional orientation rather than meeting people or learning anything useful about the campus. They kept us busy 24/7, which is understandable now… because it’s not like we could be doing anything productive *listens to screams in the background*.

To be involved in anything I have any interest in they had auditions right off the bat. Wonderful, I can deal with that. I’ve even succeded at several of them, I got into Chamber Singers, which sounds like fun. Keeping me busy on a normal schedule is usually benificial. Right now there seems to be too much up in the air for me…

*sigh*

There’s more I wanted to write, and it would probably come out as one agonizing rant, so I’ll leave this for now. Hopefully I’ll write about important, relivent things in my life. Later though, later.