Taking Down Thoughts and Turning Them into Something Creative

I've always admired people who have a knack for turning inspiration into creative pieces of work. How did Taylor Swift turn her experiences into catchy tunes? How did Andy Warhol decide to turn ordinary objects into mass-produced art? How did J.K. Rowling develop the Harry Potter Series into, not just a set of books, but a world that many of us want to escape into?

I have always been curious by that. During my free time or whenever I have time to think for myself, I try to come up with ideas that I could utilize for creative ventures. I don't force it. Inspiration and the words that correspond with it comes spontaneously. Over the summer, I bought a set of 3 tiny Moleskine notebooks, so that I could jot ideas down whenever they came to me. Ideas, once gone, almost never come back.

Sometimes, when I'm listening to a song, I would have the lyrics up--even if I knew the lyrics by heart. I want to study its brilliance. I want to analyze the use of the words that weave themselves throughout the song. I want to explore its structure, its rhythm, its beat, its literary device(s), its pattern(s). I want to be able to replicate something similar. I'm fascinated by it all.

I always thought that nothing determines the limits as to how far your mind can go. If that person can do it, I can, too. I can't give up. I don't want to give up.

People think I'm crazy for being intrigued by very minor things and occurrences. They don't understand that there is something special about how things work, and how things are related. Although I am no longer a child, I can still be amazed by small things that I normally don't see. They don't understand that it can open their minds up to accept that the relationships that exist from one object to another are amazing. Instead, they consider it rubbish, and not worth their time. I don't want to miss an opportunity to explore something I never will encounter again. Who knows? I probably will, but I won't know until it happens.

Hello, Everyone!

Hi! It's me, Melody.

I decided to create a blog for the sake of creating a blog. I don't expect anyone to read it, and probably nobody will, but I made one. I plan on using this as just my journal. With the stress that I deal with in college, I need an outlet to let out my thoughts and feelings. Even if no one will be there to read or hear what I have to say, at least those thoughts aren't just stuck within the confines of my memory--forcing me to dread every moment I think about them. Recording them allows me to avoid being torn between whether or not I want to remember those memories or force them out completely. You know, I don't want to force them out completely like they do in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, because the experiences I've had make up who I am. I take pride in that.

At the moment, I should be studying for Chinese class. Tomorrow...actually today, Friday, I have to recite a portion of a conversation in one of my Chinese text books. It's a lot more challenging than the ones we've had in the past. I didn't start memorizing it as soon I was supposed to...which was the beginning of this week. Now, I have to cram it all in. I'm incredibly tired, so we'll see how far I can go with it. As we were leaving class on Wednesday, I believe Huang laoshi (my Chinese professor) said that--unlike the conversations we've had in the past--this is going to be a monologue. =O

I believe I have ADD/ADHD or some degree of it. Actually, a lot of people do, but I feel like I have a higher degree of it than most do. I'll elaborate on the possibility that I might have it later. Where I'm trying to go with this is that my short attention span contributes to the ridiculous amount of tabs I have on my 2 windows of Firefox right now. To clean it up, every now and then, I would X them out. But before I do, I check to make sure that it's not an important site that I want to check out later.

As I was doing this just now, I looked at one of my style.com tabs. One of them had a link for the article Daul Kim Remembered. Anyone familiar with news articles would know that this means that someone has died. I was shocked, and eager to find out what happened. Did someone kill her? Did she have a mysterious illness that no one beyond her close circle knew about? Or was this article just an article about Daul Kim doing something worth writing an article about?

Model Daul Kim died from an apparent suicide in her Paris apartment yesterday (Thursday). It's sad. While I'm not a fan of hers, it's always sad to hear that someone has died at such a young age (she was 20). It's even sadder when you learn that the person has chosen to end his/her own life. They could have been able to accomplish more with their lives had they been alive and living. It's sad and disappointing. It gives me chills to the bone. The thought of it.

Yeah, I'm going to go know. Good first (but short) rant.