Have I told you the sight of you makes my heart skip a beat...
I agree with Sam. I wish someone would write a song for me.
So we have a new coach. Marlise. She is the kind of coach I just left...one with instantaneous mood swings and negative reinforcement. She's a control freak who enjoys asserting her role as a coach and expects nothing but the utmost respect. Not that I'm saying you shouldn't respect your coach, but it should be a relationship, not a dictatorship. I don't know how I'm going to manage this year, I really don't.
I am sore. Very sore.
I still don't know if I have to do notecards.
Someone help?
I think my shower lasted almost half an hour tonight. I don't ever take that long, but for some reason I couldn't seem to make myself leave the warm water and the almost oriental rose scent from the soap. The mirrors were all steamed up when I finally got out, a cool breeze floated in as I opened the window. It all just seemed to fit with the rainy day. Slow, warm, cozy.
It's only 10:30, and I can already tell this will be one of those nights when sleep just doesn't come.
"Cause I'm lost and alone without you my angel..."
I can hear the music...see it...in my mind. I've been singing it all day.
Have you ever noticed that with a really good song, you don't only hear music, you feel it? You understand the melody, the harmonies...whether or not you know if you're hearing a fifth or a third, sometimes music just feels right.
...until next time...
So we have a new coach. Marlise. She is the kind of coach I just left...one with instantaneous mood swings and negative reinforcement. She's a control freak who enjoys asserting her role as a coach and expects nothing but the utmost respect. Not that I'm saying you shouldn't respect your coach, but it should be a relationship, not a dictatorship. I don't know how I'm going to manage this year, I really don't.
I am sore. Very sore.
I still don't know if I have to do notecards.
Someone help?
I think my shower lasted almost half an hour tonight. I don't ever take that long, but for some reason I couldn't seem to make myself leave the warm water and the almost oriental rose scent from the soap. The mirrors were all steamed up when I finally got out, a cool breeze floated in as I opened the window. It all just seemed to fit with the rainy day. Slow, warm, cozy.
It's only 10:30, and I can already tell this will be one of those nights when sleep just doesn't come.
"Cause I'm lost and alone without you my angel..."
I can hear the music...see it...in my mind. I've been singing it all day.
Have you ever noticed that with a really good song, you don't only hear music, you feel it? You understand the melody, the harmonies...whether or not you know if you're hearing a fifth or a third, sometimes music just feels right.
...until next time...