Wednesday, August 23, 2006
waking up early + bad jamming sessions + useless lectures + long breaks in between = annoyed me.
felt like shit today after a disappointing jamming session with 1timesgoodone. almost everyone is either sick, or dead tired-- steph couldn't breathe through her nose and ying's nose was leaking like a tap throughout the entire session... ray has a sore throat and jay drummed till his knees hurt. thank god ga and i are still relatively-healthy. i will survive is especially trying-- concentrating for 3 minutes on keeping a rhythm completely and totally steady, and then playing a nice, relaxed solo with good tone and sustain would be tiring even for someone without a microsecond-long attention span. actually felt physically ill after the 3 hours and ponned the minister's address to go home and recharge (the first time i've been home before dark since school started). the worst thing is i passed up the chance to spend the entire afternoon with an extremely-busy-friend (who i haven't met up with properly since before turkey.) to try to get this one last practice in before auditions. pissed, and tired. hopefully i play better for jeffrey's band tmr. i'm looking forward to frisbee already-- really need the special kind of release that comes with running like a mad person up and down a muddy field chasing a little white piece of plastic.
rarrrr! lftf (looking forward to friday). bleah.
i wouldnt wanna be anywhere else but here
i wouldnt wanna change anything at all
i wouldnt wanna take everything out on you
though i know i do everytime i fall
daydreaming chainsmoking
always laughing always joking
i remain the same
did i tell you that i love you?
brush your teeth
and pour a cup of black coffee out...
--all saints, black coffee
can't quite quit. can't quite forget, either. and i have too many bad habits, and a fucking addictive personality.
+ fictions&fires
12:33 AM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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