Confusion
Hey, I haven't been on here in awhile but I'm... yeah whatever. So last night I watched the contempary Dance thing. Andrea and Durkin were ASM and SM for it. It was really good, I notice that Mora was in it. Geez she's so beautiful, never noticed that about her. She was easily one of the best dancers there. I went with Hillary and Katie, pause for a moment... It was a rainy day yesterday and yet we still had to pack the f*ckin truck. That's ok though, I don't mind it when I'm with the pit people.
After that, Hillary told me I was going back to her Apt. to chill and wait till we left for the dance. We got dinner in and watched Seinfield. Good times, it really was. But my sweatshirt was so sopping wet that Hill just gave me her UT sweatshirt to wear for the night. Which I still have becuase after the Dance we all went to watch HAIR! practice, I saw Dallas and we left to go chill.
At Dallas's we just played Guitar and talked. I've discovered that no matter how much I don't know guitar, I get better everytime I play it because I'm learning from my mistakes. But it was a good time, Dallas is a great friend.
I'm finally trying to get pictures up on the web. If anyone has any suggestions on where to put them up I'd be happy to check it out. Honestly though, I think I might be coming back to Xanga instead of LJ, or I might just do both, but either way, life is going my way.
A lot of my friends write weird posts that are like, "Aww pitty me" kind of posts and sure they get all the comments but honestly, what is that saying about your life? I think it's a psycological thing where it's filling your desire to be noticed 24/7 and that's fine but it's a lame excuse. Now that wasn't for everyone, just a few people but still... I like that.
Ok, I'm putting up a part of my LJ post from last night because it was a dream I had and it was really strange that I had this dream because I've never had these kind of dreams before. so here's my dream from LJ:
"I got drafted into the army and I was suppose to go out and find my army captian. I'm not sure what devision I was in or anything but all I know is that I was in a plane with my friend and he was taking me to the camp and as I looked out the window I noticed shots being fired off everywhere, there was no peace anywhere, until we got to the camp. The Camp was suprisingly on a beach front. As we all piled out someone threw me a hand gun and turned and spoke in some Arabic form. I yelled for everyone to get out of the plane but it was to late, the plane was being blown up.
I took the gun and tried to fire it at the traitor but alas there were no bullets, so I got up and began to run at him. As everyone knows, in their dreams you don't run as fast as you like, so I was running like a turtle. Though somehow I got up to the assailent and was able to pistal whip him down. I know he became knocked out but after that I headed to the general's quarters. I noticed on the ground that there was Hebrew writings on the ground and remembered that it was Channukah. I bowed down and started to say my prayers for this holy day. Another man knelt beside me and said the prayers with me... We both got up together and told our officers that we would not fight on a holy day such as today. But seeing all the men dieing around me made me think twice about my decision.
Depressing and sobering dream isn't it...well just pretend that you were "there" expiriencing it all. Jesus, I don't know what I would do if I were ever to go off to the Army. I have very much respect for our fellow troops who are overseas but I do want them home."
24 hours of band today.... ::sarcasm:: I heat band!!
~Adam
After that, Hillary told me I was going back to her Apt. to chill and wait till we left for the dance. We got dinner in and watched Seinfield. Good times, it really was. But my sweatshirt was so sopping wet that Hill just gave me her UT sweatshirt to wear for the night. Which I still have becuase after the Dance we all went to watch HAIR! practice, I saw Dallas and we left to go chill.
At Dallas's we just played Guitar and talked. I've discovered that no matter how much I don't know guitar, I get better everytime I play it because I'm learning from my mistakes. But it was a good time, Dallas is a great friend.
I'm finally trying to get pictures up on the web. If anyone has any suggestions on where to put them up I'd be happy to check it out. Honestly though, I think I might be coming back to Xanga instead of LJ, or I might just do both, but either way, life is going my way.
A lot of my friends write weird posts that are like, "Aww pitty me" kind of posts and sure they get all the comments but honestly, what is that saying about your life? I think it's a psycological thing where it's filling your desire to be noticed 24/7 and that's fine but it's a lame excuse. Now that wasn't for everyone, just a few people but still... I like that.
Ok, I'm putting up a part of my LJ post from last night because it was a dream I had and it was really strange that I had this dream because I've never had these kind of dreams before. so here's my dream from LJ:
"I got drafted into the army and I was suppose to go out and find my army captian. I'm not sure what devision I was in or anything but all I know is that I was in a plane with my friend and he was taking me to the camp and as I looked out the window I noticed shots being fired off everywhere, there was no peace anywhere, until we got to the camp. The Camp was suprisingly on a beach front. As we all piled out someone threw me a hand gun and turned and spoke in some Arabic form. I yelled for everyone to get out of the plane but it was to late, the plane was being blown up.
I took the gun and tried to fire it at the traitor but alas there were no bullets, so I got up and began to run at him. As everyone knows, in their dreams you don't run as fast as you like, so I was running like a turtle. Though somehow I got up to the assailent and was able to pistal whip him down. I know he became knocked out but after that I headed to the general's quarters. I noticed on the ground that there was Hebrew writings on the ground and remembered that it was Channukah. I bowed down and started to say my prayers for this holy day. Another man knelt beside me and said the prayers with me... We both got up together and told our officers that we would not fight on a holy day such as today. But seeing all the men dieing around me made me think twice about my decision.
Depressing and sobering dream isn't it...well just pretend that you were "there" expiriencing it all. Jesus, I don't know what I would do if I were ever to go off to the Army. I have very much respect for our fellow troops who are overseas but I do want them home."
24 hours of band today.... ::sarcasm:: I heat band!!
~Adam