When's day? (Wednesday)

I used to make puns all the freakin time. It's been a while.

This morning (in between alarms) I had this dream where my friends and I were having a band practice in the morning before school. For some reason we were playing "All of the Above" by Transatlantic. I've been listening to the song a lot today; I guess that weird little dream got it stuck in my head.

Today was a half-day. Nice. We had a Footloose pit band rehearsal after, which got out at about the time a regular school day would. Nice.

I was looking at an email I got about the show on Saturday and discovered that the mandatory dress rehearsal for Space Cadet (followed immediately by my mandatory dress rehearsal for Piano Man) is at 3:15. That conflicts with my time for Solo and Ensemble, and considering that it's between performing the same piece I did at district, only with the addition of the sight-reading test, or performing songs I've never performed before, for a larger audience, and getting more practice singing live, I think the choice is obvious. It's quite a relief. I really, really didn't want to do S&E. 

It is a little weird to think how Futurestars was really the first time I sang for any sizable audience. I think the ONLY times before that were the Wruice Deuce party barn show, the One Year release party, and that time I sang for my philosophy class. So I definitely need to get more experience. Oh, I forgot that one time I played that open mic night. Still, not much compared to the amount of experience I have playing instruments live. I feel like it'll be hard to really get nervous about any instrumental performance, after having to deal with the nerves involved with live singing.

I was working on some music for my next album earlier. I managed to integrate this really cool thing I came up with a few days back into a song and it's quite exciting. The album is actually coming sorta close to being basically done on the writing side of it (note: basically (note: sorta)).

I still can't believe I leave for China in a week.

"Now she's a loner, now she's a stoner, no one can touch her..."

That quote is from Transatlantic's "My New World", one of my absolute favorite songs. So wonderful. If I had to pick a theme song I think it would be one to consider. The lyrics are really a '70s love story about a stoner and a guy who gets drafted. Well, maybe the "my new world keeps spinning me around" part is something I can relate to lately. Either way, it's a freakin incredible song.

I fell asleep (sort of) earlier. Today was one of those mondays when I didn't get enough sleep/my internal clock was all fucked up. I call them "boy is it ever monday" days. Everything feels weird. Even my spit.

Huh, I think I just ran out of thoughts. My mind is still probably a little fried from that pseudo-nap. Whatevs. 'till next time...keep ridin' that mystery train! 

(another Transatlantic reference)

I filled my mind with mines and thought I wouldn't mind. Now I've mined the mines and subsequently made up my mind

Hopefully my titles won't get worse than that. I just love word play.

Today was odd. The emotional shift was rather profound. I think I'm starting to figure things out. I think I've made up my mind (that's what the super-lame title was about).

I'm listening to Porcupine Tree. Boy they are awesome.

I need to finish this project for French. I think it's gonna destroy me.

Duncan's most recent facebook status was a little bleak. Hope he's OK.

I told myself (and someone else) that I would limit myself to one post per day on here. Boy does my mind like to change. I suppose an honest journal of the progression of my thoughts wouldn't happen on a strict schedule.

OK, the album's almost done. I'll get down on this project as soon as it finishes. 

lol, get down, lol

lol

I'ma be SO wasted tomorrow. It's gonna be such a monday. Eugh.  

Let's see how this "no proofreading" thing really turns out

So I said I was gonna start a blog and not proofread. I've always had a problem with that. So I'm gonna try just letting whatever comes out come out and not worry about it. Life's been strange lately. Too many concerts to prepare for. Too much music to learn. Going to China in about 10 days. 

These last few days, especially, have been bizarre. Everyone keeps telling me about that girl who read an intense love poem to me at the poetry slam. They all expect me to be really excited or happy with that news, but really it eats my insides. The thought of having to reject someone is really quite awful.

I've been worried about someone. I've been worried if I'm good enough for someone. I've been wondering where everything's headed. Life is strange. The other day, I was typing up text messages from my inbox. I don't like to just delete them. They're a fascinating keepsake. It felt like I was reliving these past few months. God, things have been weird since Futurestars. But I suppose things have always been weird. Especially weird, how about that.

I'm listening to Opeth's "Damnation" right now. Great album. Fits my mood right now, in a way. Overly mellow, reflective, melancholic. 

So my general reaction to the things I've been typing is that it ends up being a bunch of fragmented sentences and all seems way too dramatic. Dramatic I am not. Well, that's not true. Generally I'm not. I guess I have been lately.

Gotta play another concert today. Gotta learn more music today. Hmmm. I don't think I have much more to say. I'm sure I'll get better at this with time. Alright. Don't proofread this, buddy. Just post it. What it is is what it is.\

I'm not sure if that last sentence is deep or meaningless...probably somewhere in the middle. Like everything in life tends to be. That accidental backslash is bugging me. But I'm gonna stick to my promise! OK, signing off until next time.