My body is ready...
So I'm extremely exhausted typing this, but I thought I should get it out of my system before it kills me...
Going to Halloween Horror Nights, and this bitch ain't scared! I watched every video, to every house, and even watched the street videos. Why was I so scared last year? I think there is underlying fears that I need to face. It is all make believe and I thought it was intensely real. Why? I really don't know. But I am going to face them next weekend!
Voice lessons went well, and I didn't tell him off like I said I was going to. I am doing high notes like its nothing. He said I opened my mouth and sang the high notes like it didn't affect me. I automatically thought of Whitney Houston, and Celine Dion and how they never, ever seemed to be out of breath. It was flawless everytime. That's the type of singer I want to be, and with more practice and patience with my voice and no freaking out, I believe I can achieve it.
I've been so passionate lately and driven to do all these things that I'm not looking at resting my body as much. I'm fucking tired, but I'm on my feet every second. I just never have a chance to settle down and do me. Even though, in retrospect, I am doing me. It feels great, but from time to time I get this aching, gutting feeling that I don't like. It feels like it's consuming me every chance it gets; especially with these past couple of days.
My ipod has been speaking to me and it's so weird. Every song comes on and it's relates to my life present day and time, and even some of the past. It's strange, isn't it? That music can evoke such an emotion inside of you, and bring up memories, whether they be good or bad, it's still a memory. Memories last forever...
Going to Halloween Horror Nights, and this bitch ain't scared! I watched every video, to every house, and even watched the street videos. Why was I so scared last year? I think there is underlying fears that I need to face. It is all make believe and I thought it was intensely real. Why? I really don't know. But I am going to face them next weekend!
Voice lessons went well, and I didn't tell him off like I said I was going to. I am doing high notes like its nothing. He said I opened my mouth and sang the high notes like it didn't affect me. I automatically thought of Whitney Houston, and Celine Dion and how they never, ever seemed to be out of breath. It was flawless everytime. That's the type of singer I want to be, and with more practice and patience with my voice and no freaking out, I believe I can achieve it.
I've been so passionate lately and driven to do all these things that I'm not looking at resting my body as much. I'm fucking tired, but I'm on my feet every second. I just never have a chance to settle down and do me. Even though, in retrospect, I am doing me. It feels great, but from time to time I get this aching, gutting feeling that I don't like. It feels like it's consuming me every chance it gets; especially with these past couple of days.
My ipod has been speaking to me and it's so weird. Every song comes on and it's relates to my life present day and time, and even some of the past. It's strange, isn't it? That music can evoke such an emotion inside of you, and bring up memories, whether they be good or bad, it's still a memory. Memories last forever...