Music
Salutations,
Sorry to all those who actually read and were able to witness my last funky mood; since no comments were made I have to assume that either no one read it or there were a few people affended by at least a fraction of my cranky rant so I need to appoligise. I do feel better now, felt better later that night, basically Jermain is such a good friend. I wrote a bit more about what was really bothering me in my diary, but Jermain talked me down into my usual calm self though I continued to insist that God must like fucking with me. My evidence started with a dream I had when I was sixteen--during the week when I had declared myself an atheist--and the imagery scared the hell out of me, but managed to get and hold my attention. Jermain said, and kept repeating the message that I got out of the dream: "Don't forget about me because I haven't forgotten about you." Sometimes, I did wish that God forget about me and just leave me alone, but I've found that that is not always the best answer. Death is never truly an escape and silence holds no answer.
Today, Jermain had a graduation party that was really nice. I got to meet some of his friends from college and they were pretty cool; there was Melissa of the curly hair, Courtney who plays piano, Joseph who has a neo-soul voice, and Kevin who help Jermain do his hip-hop mixes on the evil mashine. Of course, many family members were there and I finally got to meet Ms. Jacqui's other half who goes by the name of Aunt Cookie. When I left, Joseph was singing into the microphone over Jermain's light keystrokes and they were sounding very good. I wanted to hang around longer, perhaps make good on the threat that Courtney and I made about rapping on the track, but I didn't want to call my mother too late to come get me. Anyhow, I had a great time with everyone, mingling isn't as hard as it looks, and the next time I go to a thing like this I want to bring an instrument or a song I wrote just to show that I have a bit of talent too. I can do improv pretty well on my clarinet, even on my oboe if the mood is right, and my singing voice isn't that bad. I can't wait to put my poetry on CD just to see what it sounds like performed. I told Jermain that he can play around with my singing voice, but leave it alone when it comes to the prose. Next weekend is King's Dominion and the week after that is Church with his family.
sidenote...Jermain kissed me. It was nothing, just a peck as I was hugging him goodbye, but as usual it got me to swooning; I'm so dramatic :)
***gummie bear hugs, choclate chip kisses and to all a good night!!!***
Sorry to all those who actually read and were able to witness my last funky mood; since no comments were made I have to assume that either no one read it or there were a few people affended by at least a fraction of my cranky rant so I need to appoligise. I do feel better now, felt better later that night, basically Jermain is such a good friend. I wrote a bit more about what was really bothering me in my diary, but Jermain talked me down into my usual calm self though I continued to insist that God must like fucking with me. My evidence started with a dream I had when I was sixteen--during the week when I had declared myself an atheist--and the imagery scared the hell out of me, but managed to get and hold my attention. Jermain said, and kept repeating the message that I got out of the dream: "Don't forget about me because I haven't forgotten about you." Sometimes, I did wish that God forget about me and just leave me alone, but I've found that that is not always the best answer. Death is never truly an escape and silence holds no answer.
Today, Jermain had a graduation party that was really nice. I got to meet some of his friends from college and they were pretty cool; there was Melissa of the curly hair, Courtney who plays piano, Joseph who has a neo-soul voice, and Kevin who help Jermain do his hip-hop mixes on the evil mashine. Of course, many family members were there and I finally got to meet Ms. Jacqui's other half who goes by the name of Aunt Cookie. When I left, Joseph was singing into the microphone over Jermain's light keystrokes and they were sounding very good. I wanted to hang around longer, perhaps make good on the threat that Courtney and I made about rapping on the track, but I didn't want to call my mother too late to come get me. Anyhow, I had a great time with everyone, mingling isn't as hard as it looks, and the next time I go to a thing like this I want to bring an instrument or a song I wrote just to show that I have a bit of talent too. I can do improv pretty well on my clarinet, even on my oboe if the mood is right, and my singing voice isn't that bad. I can't wait to put my poetry on CD just to see what it sounds like performed. I told Jermain that he can play around with my singing voice, but leave it alone when it comes to the prose. Next weekend is King's Dominion and the week after that is Church with his family.
sidenote...Jermain kissed me. It was nothing, just a peck as I was hugging him goodbye, but as usual it got me to swooning; I'm so dramatic :)
***gummie bear hugs, choclate chip kisses and to all a good night!!!***