I've got a soft spot for cheesy
Had first practice with jazz fusion band today, went alright. Lots of people I like, I hope for the best. Even if it doesn't move all of us will improve with improvisation. That was the first practice i've been to in a while where we all didn't learn songs, but just jammed. My bass skills need brushing up, not listening to any worthwhile (basswise) musicians has diminished my playing. But my ear improves exponentially lately. Double adverb bah humbug
Writing all weekend, music, and playing all week and feel like a little kid. Right now I don't want to depend on anyone or share anything or take anyone in mentally and when i think really hard, but in emotional platonicy just want to ramble all night and keep going. I like finding people I can talk to and hate it when they stop fitting the role.
Productive lately, but still behind on reading. I wish I didn't have to go to school, not in the whiney wishy washy way but just because i always dread it and wait for dismissal. I've become too apathetic towards most things expected of me, but am surging with desire for development in the things I enjoy. It's a bitch, that societal expectations and parental expectations and even cordial expectations don't get along with my big enveloping plans and questsadventure thinking. This last week has been pretty conducive. I get little sleep anymore because it's hard to go to bed early, but still must wake up before 7. The night heaps more provacativity, a dreary excitement shine in my eyes. I need time. I want to know time. I think that the time i've used unwisely has not been a waste, but i needed it to exist to show me how prodigal I can be and should not be.
I'm now kind of realizing most people that i'd tell this stuff to already know. But just providing some insight.
Also- Andrew Watson found our old notebook containing lyrics to all the pop punk songs we wrote for our faux pop punk band last year, PVA. That was a lot of fun. The lyrics bring back fond memories. Odd that it's been a year and how old we are. It's easy to think at that point I was more jovial but some to think of it, winter is just kind of a bummer. It's home though.
Writing all weekend, music, and playing all week and feel like a little kid. Right now I don't want to depend on anyone or share anything or take anyone in mentally and when i think really hard, but in emotional platonicy just want to ramble all night and keep going. I like finding people I can talk to and hate it when they stop fitting the role.
Productive lately, but still behind on reading. I wish I didn't have to go to school, not in the whiney wishy washy way but just because i always dread it and wait for dismissal. I've become too apathetic towards most things expected of me, but am surging with desire for development in the things I enjoy. It's a bitch, that societal expectations and parental expectations and even cordial expectations don't get along with my big enveloping plans and questsadventure thinking. This last week has been pretty conducive. I get little sleep anymore because it's hard to go to bed early, but still must wake up before 7. The night heaps more provacativity, a dreary excitement shine in my eyes. I need time. I want to know time. I think that the time i've used unwisely has not been a waste, but i needed it to exist to show me how prodigal I can be and should not be.
I'm now kind of realizing most people that i'd tell this stuff to already know. But just providing some insight.
Also- Andrew Watson found our old notebook containing lyrics to all the pop punk songs we wrote for our faux pop punk band last year, PVA. That was a lot of fun. The lyrics bring back fond memories. Odd that it's been a year and how old we are. It's easy to think at that point I was more jovial but some to think of it, winter is just kind of a bummer. It's home though.