So Blogger, I come to you in my time of need. Which is odd, because you're not going to help me. How can an assortment of weblines help me? I digress. I was in Cinderella (which is why I have been absent, big loss I know) and I thought everything in general would just become less stressful. I was wrong. Specific examples? Meh. I have some, but why brood, even thought that's all I do. Ever. Who am I? J. Alfred Prufrock? Sweet shit I need to do something about everything. Everything. I need to stop planning. I need to just do. But always be aware and thinking of my surroundings.
That sounds like a goal to me.
It's two months away, and yet, it bothers me already. Prom. What the fuck am I gunna do about that? Find a date? Go alone? Not go? I don't know. I am thinking about asking someone. I bet she would say yes. I just need to actually start talking to her again. =/ but she's always busy and I'm a flake. So there you are.
My throat hurts. Oh well. So it goes.
This song is amazing. I wonder how I ever got a solo. Ever. Not to mention one at the top of my range, that I have to belt. Which I think I figured out I can. Which is scary because I hate being loud (when not on stage) in public. The times they are a' changin'.
I am now kind of apart of Drumline. Which is odd. I am their Host for their performance which is pretty cool. Gets me doing stuff. Which is better than nothing I guess.
I am now rambling.
Homework should be done. Not done.
Solo should be known. Don't quite know it.
Piano solo should be worked on. Not worked on.
Blech.
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Stop being Hamlet. Be Fortinbras. Don't dwell; just do. And for the love of all things bacon-y and delicious, STOP tearing yourself apart about things you aren't doing. It's self-destructive.
Demand to talk to you, please E-mail me on bev@levyza.co.za
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