don't ya hate it when that happens?
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
it was so warm today.. and i was so sleepy from staying up too late trying to catch up on parry hotter. :) work was the usual only this time gene-o spilled his drink-o all over the conference table..-o.... hehehe.. i initiated his movement though, but it was so funny and broke the meeting tone in a nice way. art class is better. my painting is so light.. i really need to work it more. oil is frustrating.. william faulkner's a rose for emily has no roses in it.. does it? i need to start looking for collage pieces.. maybe at orchard supply... and i want to buy a separate canvas for the collage... i dont' want to strip if off my frame later since the paper might fall off.. any ideas? i was thinking a gregory hines motif but we'll see.. in his memory.. or maybe something springy.. music's been done a million times over.. yet it still draws me.. hahaha.. i did it again today.. i came home from work early, slept at 5, hoping for a 30 min nap, but then i wake up at 8:30 pm and i'm an hour late for choir. hmph..
does anyone have any old drumming videos? i'd like to take lessons before i get a set myself.. to see if i really want to be committed to this..
ahhh, hoobastank's "the reason" floats in and out of my head.
i am so excited... tomorrow i get to run and play basketball hopefully..
this weekend is winetasting weekend!! ron, mary t, and elaine are coming up and elaine might stay a bit longer!
on a not so happy note.. i want to be friends with him, but i find it so hard.. how do you trust after so long? but memories linger.. laugher resounds and then sadness pulls me away.. finding any bit of nostalgia makes my heart heavy. i try to forge a different way of thinking, but it is so hard to change. this goes for any ex.. i'm not really friends with any of them.. the last one might have used me to fill the void.. as much of a soulmate he might have been.. the one before hurt me to no end... the rest...? too far and not developed enough.. it's funny how you continue to love and how easily love can blossom hate but still remain, echoing in the background.
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