Hey Mr. Tambourine Man, Play a Song For Me. I'm Not Sleepy and There is No Place I'm Going To...

My favorite scene in my favorite movie involves Orlando Bloom dancing on a country road with one hand waving freely in the air. Leading up to this moment, these words of Kirsten Dunst broadcast loudly from the speakers:

"Sadness is easy because it's surrender.

I say, make time to dance with one hand waving free!"

In light of times that make sadness the easiest option, I have recently chosen to follow this philosophy. Happiness is better, I tell myself. Happiness is so much better. But sometimes, those single moments when the only thing you can think to do is cry your eyes out and lie down and let the world pass you by, sometimes- you have to give up and be sad. Sometimes, being sad is being happy--in sadness.

I have come to recognize the beauty of melancholy. As an absolute optimist in every situation, I welcome a few moments of sorrow. Sometimes it's nice to sit down for five minutes/3 hours and just let it go. To stop holding back and just let my emotions take the lead. It helps me so much. It makes the world so much clearer.

I am certainly not disagreeing with Elizabethtown, I am just embracing it. I believe that happiness is found in everything, especially in beauty. I find beauty in sadness, and therefore I find happiness in certain kinds of sadness too.

So in all of your greatest failures, lie down in whatever free flowing field that surrounds you and smile to yourself- through your tears or hysterics- and remind yourself that this is evidence of the wonderful roller coaster of life in which you are taking part. Remind yourself that hard times point more directly to God than easy times.

And God? God is good.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky

with one hand waving free

silhouetted by the sea,

circled by the circus sands,

with all memory and fate

driven deep beneath the waves,

Let me forget about Today until Tomorrow.

-Bob Dylan, Mr. Tambourine Man

Brooklyn, Brooklyn Take Me In

It is sad to say that the brightest point in my day today was a complementary SAT pencil. Yes, friends, I took a standardized test this morning.

I'm getting ready for college.

Today has been a pretty normal day. I did spend a lot of it in the car with my dearest mummy who has been driving me around all year to search for said colleges... too bad I have not found one yet.

And on to other things.

Life has had meaning recently. You know, the kind you feel spectacularly late at night when everyone is asleep and you aren't entirely there? When you drift off into fits of wonder and, despite the pull of your eyelashes and the fall of your eyebrows, you just do not want to go to sleep. The next day lies only hours away and all that you can do is dread it. I believe it is because of the masks. Yeah. Those masks. We put them on every day, and sometimes all day--until that blessed time of night I described earlier. I have recently been trying with all of my might to unmask myself. My efforts have been futile. Every time I begin to say what I want to say or feel as I want to feel, that tiny little tea siren pipes in and I keep on keeping on as nothing but the biggest of masqueraders. Tonight's post is a small one, for all that I entrust in you is this little piece of delight:

Unmask yourself tomorrow.
I hate to be corny, but live your dream. You think about it every day-- I know you do. So live it.

I once read somewhere that life is divine chaos. I embrace that quote. Life is already chaotic, why not add to the party? But do it with grace and fervor and all that you've got.

Be brave my quaint followers, be brave. You belong here, and that's lovely and on tiptoes.

Here's to you from beyond the frightening looking glass,
daintyquaintandtrim

Hello there, fearless readers.

Today marks my second attempt at blogging. I told you yesterday that I might possibly delete this one very quickly after its creation. Well, I have found that it is something I will hold onto very tightly from now on. Why you ask? Because, in a way, it cares about me. I have come to find that the people who truly care about you and your feelings and your hopes and desires are those that you should cherish most. Not the people who give you fleeting and meaningless moments of happiness. Those moments can make up half of a lifetime, but it's that other half that matters most--you know, the one filled with heartfelt questions and loving answers? The dramatic side of our hundred years war with gravity. The disappointing part is that we can't control who cares for us. We can't control who loves us. We can only control how we love them and how we show them that we love them, with all hope that they will show us their love in return. So, my fearless readers, though you are quaint and non-existant, I encourage you to face the world tomorrow with an embrace full of love. Smile to your passersby and hug all that you can. I promise you, the rest of the world needs it just as much as you do.

And that's a rap. Sorry for the serious tone tonight, it's just what I've been thinking about lately. As promised, I will work on my "blog decorations" very soon. The best of luck to all of you in your daily ventures. May your victories be sweet and your downfalls be touching.

Love to all from all and for all,
Daintyquaintandtrim

I don't blog...normally.

But today my fingers marched right up to the keyboard and started typing. I came upon blogspot and suddenly felt that homy feeling I always feel whenever I know exactly what I am doing is exactly what I should be doing.

I tend to make things like this and quickly regret them and delete them the next day, so if anyone is out there reading this, I'm sorry if my poor writing skills have caused you any inconvenience. They will most likely be deleted soon.

I have poems.

Hundreds of them.

When I become confident in blogspot, I will put them on here- one by one.

I also like fashion.

Can this be a fashion blog too? I hear those are quite the rave these days. Maybe this can be a little bit of everything for me right now. Maybe not. Well, here is to my future in blogging. Let it be a successful and happy one that lasts for a very long and cheerful time.

PS- please excuse the boring attire of my blog. Like I said, I'm still hesitant about keeping it, but if I do keep it, then it will easily be the best-dressed blog on the internet. World, I will not disappoint you.

Good night and sweet dreams, my dainty blog readers. May your lives be merry and happy and unforgettable.