Can't sleep...
Tomorrow Sekka Gong Hanuman Agung is playing at the North Florida fair along with Blues Band, African ensemble, Chinese ensemble, and Aconcagua. We are bringing some culture into this little southern town. Tonight was our last practice before we play at the fair and I wasn’t feeling it…for me, anyways. I dance my ass off during other practices, but tonight I just didn’t. Maybe tomorrow it’ll be different. At least I’m not as bad as the guy next to me who is totally bitter about dancing and choreography altogether. He’s just not ready to laugh at himself yet. Then there’s the girl next to me who is unenthusiastic about everything. Maybe their negative vibes are rubbing off on me since I’m in-between them. They should’ve been pongong or kumpli and kempul players since they are the most unenthusiastic. But they’re trying, I’ll give ‘em that credit.
Plans for this weekend are:
- Receive three letters of recommendation (three!).
- Move the instruments from the World Music room in school to The Fair.
- Rock the stage at the North Florida Fair.
- Take the instruments back.
- Jordan and Victoria are throwing a party!
- Hiking on Saturday.
- Work on Statement on Sunday.
- Get Eddie sketched.
- Brothers at night.
Sounds good. Now if I could only get to sleep. I love my room now. I’m going to sleep with my window wide open. Maybe a giant zeppelin will come down from the sky and a messenger dressed as a jester will ask me to come away somewhere. “How ‘bout you take me to Miami and leave me with Yessi? Would I make it back in time for the concert?”
How I miss her. She’s feeling all sick. She says she needs me to give her massages and hugs and all that good stuff. Well, I need her because I love to give her massages and hugs and all that good stuff. I miss rubbing her little feets, brushing her beautiful hair, and massaging her leggy legs. I’d like to say “I love you” while gazing in her eyes, not through a telephone. I miss her satisfied smile after having rubbed her back. She’s working so hard down there and no one’s there to rub her down when she comes home. WELL GOOD! She better not have someone there to rub her down, or else we’d have a problem. Can’t sleep…can’t sleep…can’t sleep…here comes the garbage truck! Man, that's loud.
Plans for this weekend are:
- Receive three letters of recommendation (three!).
- Move the instruments from the World Music room in school to The Fair.
- Rock the stage at the North Florida Fair.
- Take the instruments back.
- Jordan and Victoria are throwing a party!
- Hiking on Saturday.
- Work on Statement on Sunday.
- Get Eddie sketched.
- Brothers at night.
Sounds good. Now if I could only get to sleep. I love my room now. I’m going to sleep with my window wide open. Maybe a giant zeppelin will come down from the sky and a messenger dressed as a jester will ask me to come away somewhere. “How ‘bout you take me to Miami and leave me with Yessi? Would I make it back in time for the concert?”
How I miss her. She’s feeling all sick. She says she needs me to give her massages and hugs and all that good stuff. Well, I need her because I love to give her massages and hugs and all that good stuff. I miss rubbing her little feets, brushing her beautiful hair, and massaging her leggy legs. I’d like to say “I love you” while gazing in her eyes, not through a telephone. I miss her satisfied smile after having rubbed her back. She’s working so hard down there and no one’s there to rub her down when she comes home. WELL GOOD! She better not have someone there to rub her down, or else we’d have a problem. Can’t sleep…can’t sleep…can’t sleep…here comes the garbage truck! Man, that's loud.