calm before. (again)
Funny, this blog has a sortof fuzzy light green, blue, yellow (and sometimes even pink) feel whilst the other has a dark purple, green, or red feel to it. Green is consistant.
I'm doing a live audition on the 31st. I am not going to chicken out for this one as I am ready to play it now and there is no excuse for not playing it. I am going to get drunk afterwards. This is neither mature nor particularily noteworthy, but I am terrified so I thought I'd mention it.
I want to play with face paints again for obvious reasons.
I had a really weird dream about planes...or birds...and people, and swans. I was a part of a team of race pilots, and we were frantically getting ready for a race, or a contest, or something, and I guess I wasn't one of the pilots that got to go, because I saw them take off, but then I was an observer as they flew up through impossibly multicoloured clouds. each team flew in a pair, and ours were dodging clouds and other planes like crazy. Suddenly one plane ran into a cloud and rolled sideways - it's wing had bent as though it was paper, and it was on fire. It crashed into it's partner as it sped downwards, and for a second after the other plane had rolled over it looked like it was going to be ok, but then you could see the line across the wing, and it crumpled...it tried to use one wing to steady it's fall (both wings had turned into blue feathers by this point) but it wasn't strong enough and soon it followed the other plane.
I fell through another layer of cloud into two enormous swans (these were my teammates) who were placidly swimming along the surface of a lake - the water was suddenly peirced as two yellow plane/birds fell into each other and fell, locked together, into the sky. I fell through the water and followed another pair of planes, green ones - they were doing well but I could tell they didn't have enough speed to win. I couldn't see the swans anymore and the clouds had filled in. I woke up feeling strangely unhappy.
I'm cooking a chicken with parsley and sage stuffing....again. I like stuffing, and chicken soup...the baked chicken is ok too I guess.
I'm doing a live audition on the 31st. I am not going to chicken out for this one as I am ready to play it now and there is no excuse for not playing it. I am going to get drunk afterwards. This is neither mature nor particularily noteworthy, but I am terrified so I thought I'd mention it.
I want to play with face paints again for obvious reasons.
I had a really weird dream about planes...or birds...and people, and swans. I was a part of a team of race pilots, and we were frantically getting ready for a race, or a contest, or something, and I guess I wasn't one of the pilots that got to go, because I saw them take off, but then I was an observer as they flew up through impossibly multicoloured clouds. each team flew in a pair, and ours were dodging clouds and other planes like crazy. Suddenly one plane ran into a cloud and rolled sideways - it's wing had bent as though it was paper, and it was on fire. It crashed into it's partner as it sped downwards, and for a second after the other plane had rolled over it looked like it was going to be ok, but then you could see the line across the wing, and it crumpled...it tried to use one wing to steady it's fall (both wings had turned into blue feathers by this point) but it wasn't strong enough and soon it followed the other plane.
I fell through another layer of cloud into two enormous swans (these were my teammates) who were placidly swimming along the surface of a lake - the water was suddenly peirced as two yellow plane/birds fell into each other and fell, locked together, into the sky. I fell through the water and followed another pair of planes, green ones - they were doing well but I could tell they didn't have enough speed to win. I couldn't see the swans anymore and the clouds had filled in. I woke up feeling strangely unhappy.
I'm cooking a chicken with parsley and sage stuffing....again. I like stuffing, and chicken soup...the baked chicken is ok too I guess.