Things I have decided.
I had almost decided that I was just going to copy and paste the MySpace blog that I wrote earlier this morning into here, but I actually decided to let that be its own separate entity.
I have decided that I want to take more pictures. As a direct result of this decision, I will be bringing my camera with me to the concert at the Hotel Jermyn in Scranton this evening.
I really need to find my music. I think it is in my car. It should not have left my car, therefore it should still be somewhere in my car.
I need to bring my checkbook with me to the concert as I owe the chorale a pretty decent amount of money for music and other assorted fun things.
I really need to do laundry. There are clothes strewn about my bedroom to the point that I am wading through piles of dresses and jeans and shirts and shoes just to make it to my bed. It makes the attempt to sleep almost like a sport.
I want to get a tattoo. It must be something musical, and it must be incredibly sexy.
I have decided that I am going to watch one more episode of How I Met Your Mother, and then I am going to take a shower, do the whole leg shaving thing, find my music, and get dressed for the concert.
I may or may not be making a trip to le W-B this evening following the chorale-ness. If someone were to make it worth my while, a definite decision will be made. As of right now, this revolves around whether I am hanging out with Matt Wilkie or Ryann Grochowski. Interesting.
I like that I have begun every little section of this entry with the letter "I." This is a good idea, because I need to spend more time on myself. It's true.
I have decided that I want to take more pictures. As a direct result of this decision, I will be bringing my camera with me to the concert at the Hotel Jermyn in Scranton this evening.
I really need to find my music. I think it is in my car. It should not have left my car, therefore it should still be somewhere in my car.
I need to bring my checkbook with me to the concert as I owe the chorale a pretty decent amount of money for music and other assorted fun things.
I really need to do laundry. There are clothes strewn about my bedroom to the point that I am wading through piles of dresses and jeans and shirts and shoes just to make it to my bed. It makes the attempt to sleep almost like a sport.
I want to get a tattoo. It must be something musical, and it must be incredibly sexy.
I have decided that I am going to watch one more episode of How I Met Your Mother, and then I am going to take a shower, do the whole leg shaving thing, find my music, and get dressed for the concert.
I may or may not be making a trip to le W-B this evening following the chorale-ness. If someone were to make it worth my while, a definite decision will be made. As of right now, this revolves around whether I am hanging out with Matt Wilkie or Ryann Grochowski. Interesting.
I like that I have begun every little section of this entry with the letter "I." This is a good idea, because I need to spend more time on myself. It's true.