hans zimmer

I, Janelle Burris, vow to NEVER make my kids believe in Santa Claus. Not even this jolly, plastic version.


hans zimmer

. . . is my earthly hero. he is a musical genius. the German version of Timbaland, if you will (...not really.) anyways - i hate talking about famous musicians as if i actually know them. moving on.

today was a day of concetrated solitude. although i've not quite experienced UNconcentrated solitude...what i mean to say is that my entire day was spent alone, aside from the one hour i devoted to eating with my aunt, uncle and cousin the lasagna my uncle brought home from work. i had two hefty, cheesy cubes and now i feel a bit queasy. not to mention the cat kept staring at me while i was eating and quite honestly...it made me nervous. i've only lived here for 6 days and already i have an enemy. Sammy the Cat. It's out to get me (unsure of gender, sorry.)

lately i've been unmotivated to advance my skills in music, photography, writing, art and everything else i enjoy doing (except for eating. i always excel in that field. always have. always will.) i've let discouragement get the better of me, and i haven't been able to bounce back.

i am getting really excited for graduate school. boston or seattle or somewhere else...here i come.