And there'll be no more lies.
So I’m in one of those moods again. The type where I feel all content, like I might be older than I really am. Not happier, cos I’m happy enough for any age, but I just feel more mature than I really am.
I might get to attend three concerts next week. How sweet would that be? Muse is on the 28th. I can’t wait for that show. It will be wonderful, and by god, I will buy a shirt. I haven’t bought a shirt from a concert since January, at the Anti-Flag concert. (Against Me! was by far the best part of that evening... by far.)
Micah and I walked around Meijer today. As is the tradition, he shoplifted a drink and we strode through the aisles, gazing at random objects and just talking. Talking is such a wonderful, wonderful pastime.
I cleaned up my room this morning and took plenty of aspirin to rid myself of my headache. Later on, I took a different drug so I would be able to taste whatever I decided to eat and/or drink.
Originally, Mrs. Chamberlain said that Micah could only come over here for a half hour, in order to dine with us. This changed because my dad was being very nice. He covered for us and said that Micah could come over after he was done going to a 50th wedding anniversary and help out with the kitchen. In reality, we did help him out, but instead, we raked my entire property. After that came Meijer and such.
Earlier on, in between room cleaning and spending time with my love, I went to Kohl’s with my mom. I bought two more pairs of those wonderful corduroy pants. I have four pairs, now. One is a bit big, but what can you do, eh?
I have twelve dollars, and I’m saving it for next week. My mom also owes me ten dollars, which will total me up to twenty-two dollars. She’s leaving on Thursday for Key West.
If given any opportunity to attend the Doors tribute concert or the SRV tribute concert, I’ll do it. Hence the saving of money versus spending on the items on hold at Sour.
Sooner than later, hopefully, I will own a ‘Hail to the Thief’ poster, the Shins’ latest CD, an original ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ vinyl, and an original ‘Wish You Were Here’ vinyl. The fancy versions that I got off of ebay are either hanging or will be hanging on my wall. The ‘Dark Side’ was lame... it didn’t have ‘Eclipse’ on it. How the fuck is that possible? I haven’t listened to the ‘Wish You Were Here’, and don’t plan on it. That beautiful blueness will be hanging on my wall within a short amount of time.
I need to get ‘Animals’ from Ashley’s house, or maybe Brittany’s car. Wherever it is, it better be safe, cos buying that for five dollars is a rarity, and a totally hardcore investment on my part.
I’m discovering more and more that I love Micah. A lot. Not just on the “Oh, love, how wonderful you really are” standpoint, but as a best friend, too. He’s so much fun to be around, but at the same time totally intriguing on a deeper level than just joking around. I’m sorry if this is nauseating for anyone. But seriously, come on. He plays piano. He writes poetry. He is obsessed with Radiohead. He supports gay marriage. He is an athiest. He actually looks incredibly attractive in women’s pants. Is that the very definition of ‘perfect’ or what?
I feel like rambling on for as long as possible, really. Oh, and here’s a new topic:
Piano lessons.
So, I like Mrs. Pontones and all. Hell, I talked politics with her the other day. But I don’t ever learn anything from her. Sure, she corrects my mistakes when I’m playing music, but for godsake, no one should have to play ‘Butterfly Kisses’. Ever. ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’ was bearable, strictly because of the humour, but one can only go so far.
I need someone who can let me find my own music, all of the time, and can teach me theory. I need someone who can actually say “Hey, I used to listen to that constantly!” when I decide to learn “Pyramid Song”. I need someone who can motivate me to practice more than twenty minutes before my lesson. I need someone who isn’t sixty-something and enjoys stupid arrangements of worn-out Christmas carols.
I’m thinking of looking into someone that goes to Otterbein or something. Their music program is amazing, so there has to be someone there that listens to good music and appreciates the fact that a fifteen year-old music addict is willing to dedicate themselves to bettering their talents under their guidance and care. I want to be excited to go to a lesson. I want to be passionate about playing piano. I want to be able to memorise a plethora of songs, so that my mental repertoire is incredible. I want to be able to sit down and compose something that I might actually be proud of. I want to have someone guide me along the path of creativity, until I can produce beautiful music, or at least play someone else’s.
I hope I find someone like this soon, cos I don’t want to go to another recital this spring where eight year-olds play ‘Ode to Joy’ and somehow manage to screw it up. No, ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ is not an acceptable recital piece.
I suppose I’ve rambled long enough. If you managed to read all of this, I commend you. If I had a gold star, and if you and I happened to be in the same room, I would give it to you with admiration. Goodnight.
I might get to attend three concerts next week. How sweet would that be? Muse is on the 28th. I can’t wait for that show. It will be wonderful, and by god, I will buy a shirt. I haven’t bought a shirt from a concert since January, at the Anti-Flag concert. (Against Me! was by far the best part of that evening... by far.)
Micah and I walked around Meijer today. As is the tradition, he shoplifted a drink and we strode through the aisles, gazing at random objects and just talking. Talking is such a wonderful, wonderful pastime.
I cleaned up my room this morning and took plenty of aspirin to rid myself of my headache. Later on, I took a different drug so I would be able to taste whatever I decided to eat and/or drink.
Originally, Mrs. Chamberlain said that Micah could only come over here for a half hour, in order to dine with us. This changed because my dad was being very nice. He covered for us and said that Micah could come over after he was done going to a 50th wedding anniversary and help out with the kitchen. In reality, we did help him out, but instead, we raked my entire property. After that came Meijer and such.
Earlier on, in between room cleaning and spending time with my love, I went to Kohl’s with my mom. I bought two more pairs of those wonderful corduroy pants. I have four pairs, now. One is a bit big, but what can you do, eh?
I have twelve dollars, and I’m saving it for next week. My mom also owes me ten dollars, which will total me up to twenty-two dollars. She’s leaving on Thursday for Key West.
If given any opportunity to attend the Doors tribute concert or the SRV tribute concert, I’ll do it. Hence the saving of money versus spending on the items on hold at Sour.
Sooner than later, hopefully, I will own a ‘Hail to the Thief’ poster, the Shins’ latest CD, an original ‘Dark Side of the Moon’ vinyl, and an original ‘Wish You Were Here’ vinyl. The fancy versions that I got off of ebay are either hanging or will be hanging on my wall. The ‘Dark Side’ was lame... it didn’t have ‘Eclipse’ on it. How the fuck is that possible? I haven’t listened to the ‘Wish You Were Here’, and don’t plan on it. That beautiful blueness will be hanging on my wall within a short amount of time.
I need to get ‘Animals’ from Ashley’s house, or maybe Brittany’s car. Wherever it is, it better be safe, cos buying that for five dollars is a rarity, and a totally hardcore investment on my part.
I’m discovering more and more that I love Micah. A lot. Not just on the “Oh, love, how wonderful you really are” standpoint, but as a best friend, too. He’s so much fun to be around, but at the same time totally intriguing on a deeper level than just joking around. I’m sorry if this is nauseating for anyone. But seriously, come on. He plays piano. He writes poetry. He is obsessed with Radiohead. He supports gay marriage. He is an athiest. He actually looks incredibly attractive in women’s pants. Is that the very definition of ‘perfect’ or what?
I feel like rambling on for as long as possible, really. Oh, and here’s a new topic:
Piano lessons.
So, I like Mrs. Pontones and all. Hell, I talked politics with her the other day. But I don’t ever learn anything from her. Sure, she corrects my mistakes when I’m playing music, but for godsake, no one should have to play ‘Butterfly Kisses’. Ever. ‘Wind Beneath My Wings’ was bearable, strictly because of the humour, but one can only go so far.
I need someone who can let me find my own music, all of the time, and can teach me theory. I need someone who can actually say “Hey, I used to listen to that constantly!” when I decide to learn “Pyramid Song”. I need someone who can motivate me to practice more than twenty minutes before my lesson. I need someone who isn’t sixty-something and enjoys stupid arrangements of worn-out Christmas carols.
I’m thinking of looking into someone that goes to Otterbein or something. Their music program is amazing, so there has to be someone there that listens to good music and appreciates the fact that a fifteen year-old music addict is willing to dedicate themselves to bettering their talents under their guidance and care. I want to be excited to go to a lesson. I want to be passionate about playing piano. I want to be able to memorise a plethora of songs, so that my mental repertoire is incredible. I want to be able to sit down and compose something that I might actually be proud of. I want to have someone guide me along the path of creativity, until I can produce beautiful music, or at least play someone else’s.
I hope I find someone like this soon, cos I don’t want to go to another recital this spring where eight year-olds play ‘Ode to Joy’ and somehow manage to screw it up. No, ‘Mary Had a Little Lamb’ is not an acceptable recital piece.
I suppose I’ve rambled long enough. If you managed to read all of this, I commend you. If I had a gold star, and if you and I happened to be in the same room, I would give it to you with admiration. Goodnight.