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music dictates my mood. and i've been listening to he is legend and they're happy. they just seem like a happy bunch of guys.
i decided that music for me is like video games for some people. i'm no good at writing it, but most people that play games can't design them either. when i buy a cd it's like buying a ideo game. i take it home and plug in a guitar and try to crack it. you can't beat the last boat in mario 3, i can't play slash's guitar solos. i'm at my best with a guitar in my hands. i'm comfortable, confident, at home, and happy. i just can't write music.
church was fun. guitar lessons are always frustrating because these kids do not practice at home and you simply can't learn how to play an instrument in 30 minutes a week. impossible. i feel like i'm just collecting a check and i don't like that. but church was fun. played with the youth band and they all think i'm some sort of guitar hero when the 14 year old next to me is every bit the guitar player i am. then the kids went to a see you at the pole dealy and i just hung out with mike cari and their kids. i love those people.
next time we eat mexican you're coming. because greg and i took two straws and had a race to the bottom of a pitcher of margarita and it was fun. and because everyone got made fun of. family dinners are the best and we need to have them more often. especially if there are margaritas involved. and mexican waiters that say they will dump pitchers of ice on people if the price is right.
and then i had a dream last night which i don't remember save for the fact that there was a keg of cream soda. not like a metal beer keg, but one of the old school wooden ones. and it was so good but i had one big cup and got that kind of sick that only too much cream soda can make you and couldn't drink anymore. that's always disappointing.
i had two papers due today. i was going to do them, or at least one of them last night but i fell asleep on the couch. when ryan woke me up the plan was to do one then. but then i fell asleep in my bed. and never set my alarm. so i woke up after class had already begun with no paper. it's done now but i have to figure out how to turn it in. then the second paper i have to write before 3pm but it's on the great gatsby and should be simple enough... but i'm writing on livejournal instead of doing it.
i have beef stew cooking in the crock pot and it will be done some time on 6:30 or 7 and that's exciting. and i bought waffle mix so there is a date with a deep fryer on the very near horizon. stay tuned.
so work tonight and then a weekend. feels like it's been a long week but it's definitely been a fast one. work tonight will blow as work always does but that's ok. i just have to keep reminding myself that i make silly money to do a job that doesn't demand very much of me. i miss parties and it's making me fat as crap but you have to take the bad with the good i guess. i get to hang out all day, take classes whenever, and basically be a bum while the sun is up and for that i am thankful. all that for four nights a week as a zombie. fair.
what does listless mean? i just decided that was what i felt, then looked at the list and it was there so that's what i am. but i don't know what it is.
i decided that music for me is like video games for some people. i'm no good at writing it, but most people that play games can't design them either. when i buy a cd it's like buying a ideo game. i take it home and plug in a guitar and try to crack it. you can't beat the last boat in mario 3, i can't play slash's guitar solos. i'm at my best with a guitar in my hands. i'm comfortable, confident, at home, and happy. i just can't write music.
church was fun. guitar lessons are always frustrating because these kids do not practice at home and you simply can't learn how to play an instrument in 30 minutes a week. impossible. i feel like i'm just collecting a check and i don't like that. but church was fun. played with the youth band and they all think i'm some sort of guitar hero when the 14 year old next to me is every bit the guitar player i am. then the kids went to a see you at the pole dealy and i just hung out with mike cari and their kids. i love those people.
next time we eat mexican you're coming. because greg and i took two straws and had a race to the bottom of a pitcher of margarita and it was fun. and because everyone got made fun of. family dinners are the best and we need to have them more often. especially if there are margaritas involved. and mexican waiters that say they will dump pitchers of ice on people if the price is right.
and then i had a dream last night which i don't remember save for the fact that there was a keg of cream soda. not like a metal beer keg, but one of the old school wooden ones. and it was so good but i had one big cup and got that kind of sick that only too much cream soda can make you and couldn't drink anymore. that's always disappointing.
i had two papers due today. i was going to do them, or at least one of them last night but i fell asleep on the couch. when ryan woke me up the plan was to do one then. but then i fell asleep in my bed. and never set my alarm. so i woke up after class had already begun with no paper. it's done now but i have to figure out how to turn it in. then the second paper i have to write before 3pm but it's on the great gatsby and should be simple enough... but i'm writing on livejournal instead of doing it.
i have beef stew cooking in the crock pot and it will be done some time on 6:30 or 7 and that's exciting. and i bought waffle mix so there is a date with a deep fryer on the very near horizon. stay tuned.
so work tonight and then a weekend. feels like it's been a long week but it's definitely been a fast one. work tonight will blow as work always does but that's ok. i just have to keep reminding myself that i make silly money to do a job that doesn't demand very much of me. i miss parties and it's making me fat as crap but you have to take the bad with the good i guess. i get to hang out all day, take classes whenever, and basically be a bum while the sun is up and for that i am thankful. all that for four nights a week as a zombie. fair.
what does listless mean? i just decided that was what i felt, then looked at the list and it was there so that's what i am. but i don't know what it is.