Jan 26, 2006 22:36
I love how the looking up at the stars helps me feel like everything that I could possibly know is probably insignificant. It's a mental escape that doesn't require a drug, but only a rational thought pattern. Actually it could probably be argued that when someone thinks of certain things, a distinct chemical is released in the brain that produces the feeling that I'm talking about, but whatever..
Basically, today wasn't a bad day. It's just pretty decent because I played my drums about 3 times today and all 3 times that I played it was very productive. I've noticed that over the past 3 months my emphasis on the pocket has grown, coordination wise. It's a goddamn-motherfucking shame that 9pm has to come so early.
My classes are off to an O.K. start. There's this chick w/dreds that is in my Political Science class and at the VAC during the same time as my Marketing class. She's cute and I wouldn't mind warming up to her sometime. The honest answer is that I really don't know how to.. I'm not the one to really socialize in class. I barely make it to class on time so that eliminates any possibility of small talk before class. Not to mention that because I barely come into class on time, I really don't have my choice of where to sit. Either way, once class gets going, I'm not the disruptive bastard I used to be in terms of mingling with other classmates during class lectures/discussions.
Practice was decent to day as a whole but really good on a selfish level. I think it partially goes unappreciated but that really doesn't matter. Sometimes it can be frustrating, I mean, I've been playing my drums for 12 years and have really only had about 2.5 years worth of coaching/band/lessons, all of which came in the very beginning of when I started playing. I could be making a living off my drums alone if I were to drop everything (my job at Walgreens mainly), but it's just not cost effective. Part of that reason is why I'm not a "lady's man". When I was playing my drums with a band (16 years old or so) I was pretty much a magnet for the less than a year, that is how long the "band" thing lasted.
Today was a decent day though, I just wish my f'ing shoes I ordered via the Internet would fucking come already. It's been a week, wtf. Either way, Daddy's gettin' a new pair of shoes.