Current Times
I have the overwhelming feeling of beingout of my depth here. It's unsettling, and i can't decide wether I'm happy, as i should be, or unsettled by how i'm not completely delighted, as i find myself now. I've neveer been one for these relatinship things, and now that I'm in one i have no idea what I'm doing. I should really start to take my own advice and go with the flow - see how it goes.
In other news i started work on my second track. I was totally surprised at the reception of the first, i thought it was shit, thrown together at the last minute, very repetative, but it went down a treat. Oh well. I have high hopes for this seocnd one though - it has strings, and even a bass, something that i felt was the failing of "hurried" (in that it didn't feature one).
I'm going to a party tomorrow, Phil's 18th. Back to the scene of the crime. I had a very embarrassing video shot of me here, as drunk as i've ever been rolling abut on the floor, telling a stroy of when another friend of mine was very drunk, and then discussing how much hate my oldest friend in the world (i don't care what people say abut him, he still is this and i still love him (as a friend)). I told Lyndsey that i would see if she could come even though people phil knows aren't even invited, and he has never even met her... maybe I'm just making excuses because I know if she's there I'll have to seem like I know what I'm doing. But isn't that what I want? If it's not what the hell is the matter with me?
I'm doing a huge double shift on Sunday 10-8 too, to sign on from my Internet Cafe Job. It's been a year there, and its bells probably echo the ones for the beginning and ending of the greatest year of my life. What now?
In other news i started work on my second track. I was totally surprised at the reception of the first, i thought it was shit, thrown together at the last minute, very repetative, but it went down a treat. Oh well. I have high hopes for this seocnd one though - it has strings, and even a bass, something that i felt was the failing of "hurried" (in that it didn't feature one).
I'm going to a party tomorrow, Phil's 18th. Back to the scene of the crime. I had a very embarrassing video shot of me here, as drunk as i've ever been rolling abut on the floor, telling a stroy of when another friend of mine was very drunk, and then discussing how much hate my oldest friend in the world (i don't care what people say abut him, he still is this and i still love him (as a friend)). I told Lyndsey that i would see if she could come even though people phil knows aren't even invited, and he has never even met her... maybe I'm just making excuses because I know if she's there I'll have to seem like I know what I'm doing. But isn't that what I want? If it's not what the hell is the matter with me?
I'm doing a huge double shift on Sunday 10-8 too, to sign on from my Internet Cafe Job. It's been a year there, and its bells probably echo the ones for the beginning and ending of the greatest year of my life. What now?