Mastering Mediocrity
I'm glad I'm back at work, or at least was. And I'm glad I got to work today. I don't know how I used to spend every last second inside back in the day. I don't know if I'm ready for class to start though. And its not like oh, I wish I had a few more days to dick around and not do anything, it a genuine anxiousness. There are so many things to worry about. If I don't get a really good grade in history of recording then I'll have pretty much fucked up the last 3 years of my life. And then there are all the people, but I've probably been through all that before. I'm taking french two. I love French and I wish I was good at it, I guess I should just try harder. I'm pretty sure I'm going to have the same professor I had last time I took it, he was really cool. I learned a lot with out having to do much of anything, I'm pretty good at that.
I got an ipod. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, currently its pissing me off because the headphones blew like two weeks after I got it, but I'm just not sure how I feel about cutting my aural connection to the world. Granted it makes the trips to wal-mart a lot easier, and its been pretty nice on my walks, but I can only imagine what I'm missing. Though I must say I do love dancing with it while I'm cooking.
I'm really excited about getting a digital camera, I don't know why. I don't really do anything deserving of being recorded. I do want some pictures with me and the kids though. I've already missed getting any kind of perminat memory with like three of my favorite kids and I don't know how much longer any of the kids I do like will be around. I guess I just want to remember. And I want to make a photo essay of making a pizza, I don't know why. I just think it would be funny. And I want to take some pictures and hang them on the wall. I want one of me rocking my bass and crouching but I think it would be kind of stupid and pointless to do it anywhere besides a show I'm playing so I guess that one isn't going to happen.
I've written a couple songs in the last week or so. No lyrics, but I like to do those after the song is done. I'm coming up with some really good tones I think. I pulled a muscle rocking out today. I had to sit down until it stopped hurting. I'm glad it finally stopped, I would have felt really dumb explaining to people that I hurt myself rocking out, how douchy is that? My hair is being an asshole, I guess I should get it cut again.
I drank a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper today and I got this amazing euphoric rush. I couldn't stop bouncing and singing, now I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. As if I had something to be ready for tomorrow. I guess I'm just looking for something perminate. Something I can wake up to and be okay with. I mean, I'm getting there. I just feel like I could do so much and I'm wasting it. But I don't know what to do with the things I make. I want to sing, and dance, and keep moving in a staccato motion. I don't know, I really want to sing. bye.
I got an ipod. I'm not sure how I feel about it. I mean, currently its pissing me off because the headphones blew like two weeks after I got it, but I'm just not sure how I feel about cutting my aural connection to the world. Granted it makes the trips to wal-mart a lot easier, and its been pretty nice on my walks, but I can only imagine what I'm missing. Though I must say I do love dancing with it while I'm cooking.
I'm really excited about getting a digital camera, I don't know why. I don't really do anything deserving of being recorded. I do want some pictures with me and the kids though. I've already missed getting any kind of perminat memory with like three of my favorite kids and I don't know how much longer any of the kids I do like will be around. I guess I just want to remember. And I want to make a photo essay of making a pizza, I don't know why. I just think it would be funny. And I want to take some pictures and hang them on the wall. I want one of me rocking my bass and crouching but I think it would be kind of stupid and pointless to do it anywhere besides a show I'm playing so I guess that one isn't going to happen.
I've written a couple songs in the last week or so. No lyrics, but I like to do those after the song is done. I'm coming up with some really good tones I think. I pulled a muscle rocking out today. I had to sit down until it stopped hurting. I'm glad it finally stopped, I would have felt really dumb explaining to people that I hurt myself rocking out, how douchy is that? My hair is being an asshole, I guess I should get it cut again.
I drank a 2 liter of Dr. Pepper today and I got this amazing euphoric rush. I couldn't stop bouncing and singing, now I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep. As if I had something to be ready for tomorrow. I guess I'm just looking for something perminate. Something I can wake up to and be okay with. I mean, I'm getting there. I just feel like I could do so much and I'm wasting it. But I don't know what to do with the things I make. I want to sing, and dance, and keep moving in a staccato motion. I don't know, I really want to sing. bye.