Writer's Wing

If you will allow me any of my own wants, emotions, beliefs or actions, then you open yourself, so that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong. To put up with me is the first step to understanding me. Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness. -from the introduction of "Please Understand Me"

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I love the java jive and it loves me

update on confusion status- nagging from annoying little sister and co. aside, i'm not really confused anymore...i'm just thinking about what i'm going to do, and its that decision that is the hard part. now, onto topics that more than two people are aware of.

aside from the nagging of littles sister and co., our choir program 'tour' was fun. and successful, i think. little kids are awesome. i love performing for marr/cook. even if they fidget while we perform, watching their faces when we do something unexpected is really neat. like in joyful joyful, when the music got fast alll of a sudden, they all were like 'woah', and you could actually hear them saying that. also, this time around i found my ohio reads kid (although she got in trouble for talking halfway through). she didn't see me at first , and i knew mrs. b would kill me if i waved, so i just looked at her really hard and smiled at her, and she saw me, and her face lit up, and she kept smiling at me time to time for the rest of the program.

for the songs themselves, concert choir is actually improving. its scary, almost. the voice instructor person actually taught them something. and doing mountain music for show choir was...interesting. it was fun, almost, if you relaxed enough to laugh at yourself. and we did good for chamber choir- i liked the semicircles we were set up in, i could hear all the altos, not just rachel and krystal.

and we played ten fingers at lunch. when i was at work, i thought of good ones that i didn't think of, of course, while we were playing. i've never eaten a payday. i've never paid for a pop with vanilla or fruit flavoring. etc. etc.



How wise you were to open not; and yet how poor if you should turn him from your door. If love should count you worthy.

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