No, I can't read signals
So you know whats really creepy(Story of the day)? When you decide to watch someone do their combination, and you realize that it looks horribly familiar. so, when they take the lock, lock it, and try your OWN comb, it opens, it really freaks you out, right? right. because I certainly did. holy shite! so strange...
good day. but, yes, still that undertoning. oh well! music theatre is really turning out well. Its going to be great!!! yay people....yes....
the voice wasn't working for me today, though. I couldn't seem to sustain any notes, let alone hit them on the spot. I would go for one note, and get a different one. so, today, i was tone-deaf. I couldn't tune the guitar, couldn't do anything! yet somehow i wrote harmonies for kirstens song... how does that work?
I'm listening to Rocks in my Bed, the song the Jazz band played last year in the competition. we won, too....somewhere in the 90's? we rock! but yes, listening to the original track of that, thinking back... what horrible days.
lately, I've sort of been doing inventory, if you can understand that metephor. no? too bad. I've been going over things from WAY back, and sort of placing them. good thing to happen, bad thing to happen, middle, above, below.... its something i do quite often, but I figure that this time it will be done well...whats ends up where, will stay there for a LONG time.
I've been thinking back to the summer, how useless it was and depressing. I never left the house, unless I was forced to by family. look, when You cut off the mane, you get pissed off and anti-social, thats how it is. Who made it so, I don't know, but I lost the mane, and I was NOT a happy camper. Especially when you're trying to make an impression on your rarely seen family members who are all snobs, and you end up walking around their cottage miserable and bitchy from losing hair... oops, runon sentence. meh. so, I have categorized that as a BAD summer. before the great depression, which has also been decided as the first three months of grade 11. i won't go into that though.
Last year, grade 10, is considered alright, save for that one thing with someone that really messed things up for a while. stupid stupid.
anything before grade 9 was pathetic, BUT I was also young and didn't have a head, so it doesn't really count... hmm. I wonder when my life really began????
things are starting to get in motion with the coffee house, at last! and I think Mickey (BEST aunt in the world) might be coming down... if i can convince her....that would be SO cool!
There was a question today when Chris came to the school and we met him. Chris is a thirteen-year-old who needs a liver transplant. poor kid, you have to admire him living with that, let alone living in general. One question, which was brought up by the horrible bush-look-a-like principal was, "If you had only one wish, what would it be?"
it was funny. he said most of us likely thought of material things. WRONG... though, when i got the chance to thinkg about while ignoring his speech, my wish would have been to see as much as I could. To travel around, see what I can and how people really live, whats really mattered to them. i didn't really think much about family/friends, as horrible as that sounds, but what I could do instead that would change my view on things, even if the view would expire along with my life shortly afterwards.
why that was brought up?....umm, well.....
school sucks!!!!!!
i think that shall be enough for today. to sum things up, things are good, with that sad undertoning and horrible creative block still around. but, i'm alive!
Word of the Day: outflank
good day. but, yes, still that undertoning. oh well! music theatre is really turning out well. Its going to be great!!! yay people....yes....
the voice wasn't working for me today, though. I couldn't seem to sustain any notes, let alone hit them on the spot. I would go for one note, and get a different one. so, today, i was tone-deaf. I couldn't tune the guitar, couldn't do anything! yet somehow i wrote harmonies for kirstens song... how does that work?
I'm listening to Rocks in my Bed, the song the Jazz band played last year in the competition. we won, too....somewhere in the 90's? we rock! but yes, listening to the original track of that, thinking back... what horrible days.
lately, I've sort of been doing inventory, if you can understand that metephor. no? too bad. I've been going over things from WAY back, and sort of placing them. good thing to happen, bad thing to happen, middle, above, below.... its something i do quite often, but I figure that this time it will be done well...whats ends up where, will stay there for a LONG time.
I've been thinking back to the summer, how useless it was and depressing. I never left the house, unless I was forced to by family. look, when You cut off the mane, you get pissed off and anti-social, thats how it is. Who made it so, I don't know, but I lost the mane, and I was NOT a happy camper. Especially when you're trying to make an impression on your rarely seen family members who are all snobs, and you end up walking around their cottage miserable and bitchy from losing hair... oops, runon sentence. meh. so, I have categorized that as a BAD summer. before the great depression, which has also been decided as the first three months of grade 11. i won't go into that though.
Last year, grade 10, is considered alright, save for that one thing with someone that really messed things up for a while. stupid stupid.
anything before grade 9 was pathetic, BUT I was also young and didn't have a head, so it doesn't really count... hmm. I wonder when my life really began????
things are starting to get in motion with the coffee house, at last! and I think Mickey (BEST aunt in the world) might be coming down... if i can convince her....that would be SO cool!
There was a question today when Chris came to the school and we met him. Chris is a thirteen-year-old who needs a liver transplant. poor kid, you have to admire him living with that, let alone living in general. One question, which was brought up by the horrible bush-look-a-like principal was, "If you had only one wish, what would it be?"
it was funny. he said most of us likely thought of material things. WRONG... though, when i got the chance to thinkg about while ignoring his speech, my wish would have been to see as much as I could. To travel around, see what I can and how people really live, whats really mattered to them. i didn't really think much about family/friends, as horrible as that sounds, but what I could do instead that would change my view on things, even if the view would expire along with my life shortly afterwards.
why that was brought up?....umm, well.....
school sucks!!!!!!
i think that shall be enough for today. to sum things up, things are good, with that sad undertoning and horrible creative block still around. but, i'm alive!
Word of the Day: outflank
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