You can always defend the warehouse.
Well, I’m locked out of my room right now, so I guess I’ll be sitting here for a while. Might as well write, right?
I still feel pretty lonely and depressed. I can usually just ignore it, and think about something else, but that doesn’t always go so well. Being anti-social seems to be my nature, but I really don’t enjoy it.
The other day, I was listening to Weezer’s “Only in Dreams” with quite a bit of volume. Erin walked in, and I was explaining the lyrics to her. She asked me if I thought it was really true — that to people like me, the best experiences with girls can happen only in dreams. At the time, I said no. But now, I think yes. Things like this have happened to me too many times now.
I’m a little scared about my impending audition. I haven’t played concert snare in God-knows-how-long, and my timpani skills are, suffice it to say, lacking at best. I’m not even sure if I want to take a minor in performance. All I know is that I love playing the marimba. It’s fun, and it makes me feel good. I enjoy the zone I get into when I practice, and I enjoy performing for others. I just hope that I’m not getting in over my head, especially with my wrist problems. Not to mention that I would like to do a lot of other things academically, like neuroscience or cinema-television. Hmm.
As keyboards go, this one isn’t too bad (despite not being split). It could be worse.
Hmm. I think that’s all for now. #