And I don't want to waste more time. Oh, Billy Joel, why are you so good? Honestly, I can't take so much greatness. Words cannot express how much I love that man and his music. He could write the soundtrack to my life. Twice. I really am in a New York state of mind right now. I haven't been since February, and it's killing me. I used to think I could never live in New York, but I have changed my mind. The more I think about it, the more I can see myself there in the future. Either that, or I've been watching 'Seinfeld' and listening to Billy way too much these days. I do have to hit up the city soon, though. I miss it. A lot.
I have my schedule for next semester planned out. The only problem is, as of right now I have 17 credits, and you can only have 16 per semester. You can have more, but each additional credit is almost one grand extra. I can, however, do credit-by-exam for Arranging, and then I'll be able to take all the electives I want.
Speaking of school, I have to get some stuff done. Actually, I have a lot of stuff to get done.
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Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, October 16, 2008
It's Just A Moment, This Time WIll Pass
My motivation has returned, but I felt the need to update before I begin tackling my workload.
Honestly, I would love if this semester was done now. I'm not in the mood for school. Even if ear training will help me become a better musician, I really don't enjoy doing it. I refused to sing in class yesterday, and I promised my teacher I would sing Friday so I better be ready. I will be ready. I'm gonna ace whatever he throws at me. I got this.
Continuing on the subject of not being in the mood for school, I have an essay due tomorrow. It's a compare and contrast essay, and I think I'm going to do it on the two presidential candidates. It's the most relevant topic I can think of, and I have sooo much to draw from (which is a blessing and a curse). However, just like ear training, I really don't feel like doing the work. I'm motivated, just not motivated to write an essay.
Harmony might kill me. We went from talking about the modes of a major scale (easy easy easy stuff) to writing out guide tone lines. I know all about guide tones, but writing out actual lines? Easier said than done for me. Now this is something that I don't ever see myself using. Ear training, yes. Creating drum patterns, yes. I use English every day, but guide tone lines? Guide tones themselves, yes. But lines? Well, unless I become extremely proficient at piano, no. I don't think I'll ever be writing out guide tone lines outside of Berklee. I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
There are some moments where I question my decision. I love Berklee, I do. It's not about that. I do feel as if I "belong" here, I just question whether I "belong" some place else sometimes. I'm happy here, but I know for a fact I could be happy anywhere--anywhere near Fenway Park that is. Ha, I'm kidding. I can be happy anywhere. We all know that. And I am happy here. In the words of U2:
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along the stony pass
It's just a moment
This time will pass
Honestly, I would love if this semester was done now. I'm not in the mood for school. Even if ear training will help me become a better musician, I really don't enjoy doing it. I refused to sing in class yesterday, and I promised my teacher I would sing Friday so I better be ready. I will be ready. I'm gonna ace whatever he throws at me. I got this.
Continuing on the subject of not being in the mood for school, I have an essay due tomorrow. It's a compare and contrast essay, and I think I'm going to do it on the two presidential candidates. It's the most relevant topic I can think of, and I have sooo much to draw from (which is a blessing and a curse). However, just like ear training, I really don't feel like doing the work. I'm motivated, just not motivated to write an essay.
Harmony might kill me. We went from talking about the modes of a major scale (easy easy easy stuff) to writing out guide tone lines. I know all about guide tones, but writing out actual lines? Easier said than done for me. Now this is something that I don't ever see myself using. Ear training, yes. Creating drum patterns, yes. I use English every day, but guide tone lines? Guide tones themselves, yes. But lines? Well, unless I become extremely proficient at piano, no. I don't think I'll ever be writing out guide tone lines outside of Berklee. I could be wrong, but I don't think I am.
There are some moments where I question my decision. I love Berklee, I do. It's not about that. I do feel as if I "belong" here, I just question whether I "belong" some place else sometimes. I'm happy here, but I know for a fact I could be happy anywhere--anywhere near Fenway Park that is. Ha, I'm kidding. I can be happy anywhere. We all know that. And I am happy here. In the words of U2:
And if the night runs over
And if the day won't last
And if your way should falter
Along the stony pass
It's just a moment
This time will pass
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Catching Up
As I type this, I'm sitting on my couch. I'm home for the weekend, and I have a beautifully hand-crafted schedule that allows me to miss my Thursday and Friday classes (just this once, though. I won't abuse it). I only had one class today, and I would have left early Friday so I decided to take an extra-long weekend. I've spent most of my day catching up with people so I thought, 'Hey, catch up on your blog.' I sat down a few times earlier this week and tried to write something, but I wasn't feeling it. Luckily I am now.
I woke up Monday morning at 8 after getting roughly five hours of sleep to get in line to get a ticket for John Mayer's clinic at Berklee. I missed English and my Guitar Lab to stand in line for two hours. I made myself go to Ear Training, where I ended up having to sing in class, and I failed miserably. It was alright, though. Keep reading to find out why.
Despite the Red Sox loss on Sunday night, a very good thing came out of it: I met and a befriended season-ticket holder. He didn't want to go Monday night's game, so I bought a couple tickets off him--and boy, am I glad I did. Julia and I (and Katie Lannan) enjoyed a fantastic playoff game. The energy was ridiculous. It was definitely the most important game I've been to, and probably the best. It was a blast. I couldn't have asked for a better Monday night in Boston.
John Mayer was hanging around Berklee the few days (he still is. Actually, he's recording with Berklee students until Friday). Word got out that he was in a class in room A15. So I went down and waited outside the door (it was about 8:15 at night when I got there). There were about a dozen other people there as well. Some people left, some people stayed, some people came. Eventually, Pat Pattison (look him up) came out to us and said, 'Okay, I'll open then door, but you guys can't come in. Okay?' We unanimously agreed. At that point, John was talking about how he approaches the blues (perfect timing for me). Really cool stuff. About ten minutes later, Pat Patisson motioned us to come in. I was luckily one of the first people inside the room and had a really good seat. He talked a bit more about soloing and stuff before deciding to play 'Gravity' and let us sing along with him at the end. I met him afterwards. It was cool. Really nice guy. I told him how much I loved his blues and he thanked me for telling him that. As he was walking out of the building he said, 'I wanna go back to 1997! This was my home!' We let him walk out in peace because he let us come in and sing with him. Fair trade, I would say. I was walking down Boylston street later on and I saw him and said, 'Thanks, John!' and he waved back and said thanks again. Pretty neat, eh?'
I should have skipped my Music Tech. class. Once again, it was a complete waste of time, and I was tired from the game and I knew I would have little to no sleep that night, but I went anyway. After my last class and my tutoring session, I went out to meet some friends and camp out to be in the first or second row at John Mayer's clinic. When I arrived (around 6 PM), they were all packing up their stuff. We weren't allowed to line up until 11 AM Wednesday morning. Well, about ten of us were in line outside the Berklee Performance Center (BPC) at 11 PM. A security guard came up to us and asked, 'Hey, are you guys in line for the clinic?' 'No, we're just chatting.' The security guard said, 'Oh, okay,' and walked off. A few people stayed while the rest of us went to Dunkin Donuts to make it look less obvious. And it worked. We stayed out all night. I met some wicked awesome kids. We bonded over our 24 hour (somewhat useless) camp-out.
(Long story short in regards to it being useless: Turns out (I was in class) that everyone in line got kicked out and security was in front of the BPC until then. Well, my group ended within the first five rows so it was fine. Staying up all night was wicked fun, but sleep might have been better.)
John's clinic was amazing. Go here to read about it. I didn't get to ask him a question, but I did get him to play 'Taking On Water'. I was in the second row, and he said, 'I'm gonna play one more song,' and I shouted, 'Play a new song!' And he did. It was wicked cool. He signed my guitar, too. So now I can say I have a John Mayer signature guitar. Ha.
Unlike my other celebrity encounters, I wasn't starstruck by John Mayer. It wasn't because he's just a regular guy (Bruce Springsteen is more of a regular guy than John Mayer is, and yet I broke down after I met him). I don't know why. He's one of my favorite musicians/people. I was so composed when I met him and I didn't (I almost did) cry when he played at the clinic. He hasn't impacted me as much as my other influences have. You can hear Billy Joel in my lyrics, you can't hear John Mayer in my guitar playing. But that could be because we have a lot of the same influences. So maybe I play a lick that Mayer uses, but really it's a Clapton lick. So to me, it's a Clapton thing.
I left immediately after the clinic. I scurried up to my room, grabbed everything I could think of that I needed (and I forgot several things), and left. My dad picked me up. I slept the whole ride home, really. I went to bed at 10:30 last night. I was in such a deep sleep. Sadly, I had to wake up at 9:15 because I had a haircut. My hair looks good, but I'm still kinda tired.
It was weird to be back at my old high school. I went to visit some teachers. I don't really know how to describe what it felt like. After my visit, I went to the Primary School to go see Nancy, who was there for once. I hadn't seen her in months. The last time I saw her was May. It was so good to see her. We talked for a bit, and I showed her my guitar adorned with John Mayer's signature. She's one of the few people that has never heard me play guitar. And it's kind of funny when you think about it.
Even after stopping in to see Marty at work, I'm not done my rounds. I have to go and see Sensei. I told him I'd say hi when I'm around--even if I don't go to class. Plus, it's almost like seeing Mr. Curit.
I get to see Bob tomorrow. I'm so excited. I can't wait. Tomorrow will be the first time in SIX WEEKS that I get to spend quality time with Bob. I need it. Badly. I'm beaming right now just thinking about seeing him.
Talk about having an awesome week. Let's recap:
Sunday: Red Sox game (loss)
Monday: Red Sox game (ALDS victory)
Tuesday: John Mayer meeting
Wednesday: John Mayer clinic
Thursday: Saw Nancy
Friday: Seeing Bob (and Dale and co. arrives!)
Saturday: My cousin's wedding (which is the reason I'm home)
If you made it this far, hats off to you. I'm done
I woke up Monday morning at 8 after getting roughly five hours of sleep to get in line to get a ticket for John Mayer's clinic at Berklee. I missed English and my Guitar Lab to stand in line for two hours. I made myself go to Ear Training, where I ended up having to sing in class, and I failed miserably. It was alright, though. Keep reading to find out why.
Despite the Red Sox loss on Sunday night, a very good thing came out of it: I met and a befriended season-ticket holder. He didn't want to go Monday night's game, so I bought a couple tickets off him--and boy, am I glad I did. Julia and I (and Katie Lannan) enjoyed a fantastic playoff game. The energy was ridiculous. It was definitely the most important game I've been to, and probably the best. It was a blast. I couldn't have asked for a better Monday night in Boston.
John Mayer was hanging around Berklee the few days (he still is. Actually, he's recording with Berklee students until Friday). Word got out that he was in a class in room A15. So I went down and waited outside the door (it was about 8:15 at night when I got there). There were about a dozen other people there as well. Some people left, some people stayed, some people came. Eventually, Pat Pattison (look him up) came out to us and said, 'Okay, I'll open then door, but you guys can't come in. Okay?' We unanimously agreed. At that point, John was talking about how he approaches the blues (perfect timing for me). Really cool stuff. About ten minutes later, Pat Patisson motioned us to come in. I was luckily one of the first people inside the room and had a really good seat. He talked a bit more about soloing and stuff before deciding to play 'Gravity' and let us sing along with him at the end. I met him afterwards. It was cool. Really nice guy. I told him how much I loved his blues and he thanked me for telling him that. As he was walking out of the building he said, 'I wanna go back to 1997! This was my home!' We let him walk out in peace because he let us come in and sing with him. Fair trade, I would say. I was walking down Boylston street later on and I saw him and said, 'Thanks, John!' and he waved back and said thanks again. Pretty neat, eh?'
I should have skipped my Music Tech. class. Once again, it was a complete waste of time, and I was tired from the game and I knew I would have little to no sleep that night, but I went anyway. After my last class and my tutoring session, I went out to meet some friends and camp out to be in the first or second row at John Mayer's clinic. When I arrived (around 6 PM), they were all packing up their stuff. We weren't allowed to line up until 11 AM Wednesday morning. Well, about ten of us were in line outside the Berklee Performance Center (BPC) at 11 PM. A security guard came up to us and asked, 'Hey, are you guys in line for the clinic?' 'No, we're just chatting.' The security guard said, 'Oh, okay,' and walked off. A few people stayed while the rest of us went to Dunkin Donuts to make it look less obvious. And it worked. We stayed out all night. I met some wicked awesome kids. We bonded over our 24 hour (somewhat useless) camp-out.
(Long story short in regards to it being useless: Turns out (I was in class) that everyone in line got kicked out and security was in front of the BPC until then. Well, my group ended within the first five rows so it was fine. Staying up all night was wicked fun, but sleep might have been better.)
John's clinic was amazing. Go here to read about it. I didn't get to ask him a question, but I did get him to play 'Taking On Water'. I was in the second row, and he said, 'I'm gonna play one more song,' and I shouted, 'Play a new song!' And he did. It was wicked cool. He signed my guitar, too. So now I can say I have a John Mayer signature guitar. Ha.
Unlike my other celebrity encounters, I wasn't starstruck by John Mayer. It wasn't because he's just a regular guy (Bruce Springsteen is more of a regular guy than John Mayer is, and yet I broke down after I met him). I don't know why. He's one of my favorite musicians/people. I was so composed when I met him and I didn't (I almost did) cry when he played at the clinic. He hasn't impacted me as much as my other influences have. You can hear Billy Joel in my lyrics, you can't hear John Mayer in my guitar playing. But that could be because we have a lot of the same influences. So maybe I play a lick that Mayer uses, but really it's a Clapton lick. So to me, it's a Clapton thing.
I left immediately after the clinic. I scurried up to my room, grabbed everything I could think of that I needed (and I forgot several things), and left. My dad picked me up. I slept the whole ride home, really. I went to bed at 10:30 last night. I was in such a deep sleep. Sadly, I had to wake up at 9:15 because I had a haircut. My hair looks good, but I'm still kinda tired.
It was weird to be back at my old high school. I went to visit some teachers. I don't really know how to describe what it felt like. After my visit, I went to the Primary School to go see Nancy, who was there for once. I hadn't seen her in months. The last time I saw her was May. It was so good to see her. We talked for a bit, and I showed her my guitar adorned with John Mayer's signature. She's one of the few people that has never heard me play guitar. And it's kind of funny when you think about it.
Even after stopping in to see Marty at work, I'm not done my rounds. I have to go and see Sensei. I told him I'd say hi when I'm around--even if I don't go to class. Plus, it's almost like seeing Mr. Curit.
I get to see Bob tomorrow. I'm so excited. I can't wait. Tomorrow will be the first time in SIX WEEKS that I get to spend quality time with Bob. I need it. Badly. I'm beaming right now just thinking about seeing him.
Talk about having an awesome week. Let's recap:
Sunday: Red Sox game (loss)
Monday: Red Sox game (ALDS victory)
Tuesday: John Mayer meeting
Wednesday: John Mayer clinic
Thursday: Saw Nancy
Friday: Seeing Bob (and Dale and co. arrives!)
Saturday: My cousin's wedding (which is the reason I'm home)
If you made it this far, hats off to you. I'm done
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Winding Down
I only have two and half days left of high school. That is crazy (good)! I'm wicked excited for Berklee and summer and everything else. High school's been quite a ride. I don't believe they're "the best years of your life" though. High school doesn't hold a candle to college. At least not to Berklee. To any of my friends that read this: thanks for all the fun times. I won't forget them. And to any Berklee kid reading this: I can't wait for the fall! The next few years are going to be amazing. You know it as well as I.
I had my graduation party. That was a blast. My only complaint (aside from the periodic rain) was that the one thing I asked for was pizza, and there was no pizza! My mom asked me weeks before, "What do you want for food at your party?" I said, "Pizza!" and she said, "Okay, we'll get this, this, this, and this, and pizza." Well, we got this, this, this, and this, and no pizza. It's alright. I can get pizza whenever, but it would've been nice. I did have a blast though. And Bob and MJ came! That basically made my day.
Karate is great. I'm so glad I went back. It's all coming back to me. Not only is it good to now, it also will train muscles I don't normally use.
I'd write more, but I have stuff to do, and it's getting late. See ya!
I had my graduation party. That was a blast. My only complaint (aside from the periodic rain) was that the one thing I asked for was pizza, and there was no pizza! My mom asked me weeks before, "What do you want for food at your party?" I said, "Pizza!" and she said, "Okay, we'll get this, this, this, and this, and pizza." Well, we got this, this, this, and this, and no pizza. It's alright. I can get pizza whenever, but it would've been nice. I did have a blast though. And Bob and MJ came! That basically made my day.
Karate is great. I'm so glad I went back. It's all coming back to me. Not only is it good to now, it also will train muscles I don't normally use.
I'd write more, but I have stuff to do, and it's getting late. See ya!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Music Madness
To add to the greatness of this year/summer, I'm now going to see Alicia Keys and Bon Jovi!!! So that's five great shows this summer. Five shows with a side of two Red Sox-Yankees game topped with two weeks in Europe and for dessert--Berklee! I don't know how much better it can get. Oh yeah, and Dale's coming up for at least a week.
I've been playing a lot of guitar lately. I learned several jazz tunes, and transcribed the solo from 'Sunshine of Your Love' today. I didn't have a lesson because of Honors Convocation (explained in paragraph 4) and Bob had to leave at 6, and so would I had I had my lesson. And that's no fun. He emailed me saying that if I wanted more hang time to come later in the week. So of course I'm gonna go later in the week. One hour is not enough time. We usually talk for at least two hours, and play guitar for two hours, and then talk a little bit more. My lessons are any where between one and five hours. And I love it.
I only have 12 days of high school left. 12 days, and then I'm done. After four (long) years. I was done with high school my sophomore year. I've known what I wanted since I was 13 or 14. High school was just..a complete waste of time in the end. If it was optional, I would've opted out. I didn't hate it. I didn't love it. I was indifferent about it, I guess. At least I had my guitar throughout those years. That definitely helped make the time go by.
Speaking of high school, tonight is the Honors Convocation. It's a dinner/award ceremony for seniors graduating Cum Laude or higher, and the juniors in NHS go as well. It should be fun. I have a cute dress, and most of my friends will be there. My best friends are, anyway. I hope I get an award. If I could pick, I'd go with Social Studies or French. I won't get the Music one because I'm not in band.
My right calf really hurts, and I'm gonna go get ready now. Then play guitar a little more, then leave.
I've been playing a lot of guitar lately. I learned several jazz tunes, and transcribed the solo from 'Sunshine of Your Love' today. I didn't have a lesson because of Honors Convocation (explained in paragraph 4) and Bob had to leave at 6, and so would I had I had my lesson. And that's no fun. He emailed me saying that if I wanted more hang time to come later in the week. So of course I'm gonna go later in the week. One hour is not enough time. We usually talk for at least two hours, and play guitar for two hours, and then talk a little bit more. My lessons are any where between one and five hours. And I love it.
I only have 12 days of high school left. 12 days, and then I'm done. After four (long) years. I was done with high school my sophomore year. I've known what I wanted since I was 13 or 14. High school was just..a complete waste of time in the end. If it was optional, I would've opted out. I didn't hate it. I didn't love it. I was indifferent about it, I guess. At least I had my guitar throughout those years. That definitely helped make the time go by.
Speaking of high school, tonight is the Honors Convocation. It's a dinner/award ceremony for seniors graduating Cum Laude or higher, and the juniors in NHS go as well. It should be fun. I have a cute dress, and most of my friends will be there. My best friends are, anyway. I hope I get an award. If I could pick, I'd go with Social Studies or French. I won't get the Music one because I'm not in band.
My right calf really hurts, and I'm gonna go get ready now. Then play guitar a little more, then leave.
Friday, May 9, 2008
Three
In today's entry, we will be going over three things:
1. The Coffee House (or as Alex and I call it Chez-Cafe)
2. Computer Blues
3. Senioritis (or my lack of it)
So let's start with the coffee house. All in all, it was a success. A lot of people backed out last minute, but it was still wicked fun. I went from playing 12 songs to playing 4 songs, but hey, things happen. I jammed on 'I Shot The Sheriff' for a bit. Then I played 'Blinded by the Light' followed by my own song called 'Sleepless In The City.' The vocals weren't loud enough, but I was told my guitar-work made up for it. Matt and I played 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.' That was incredibly fun. I soloed the whooooole time.
I guess I'm better than I think I am at guitar. The problem is that I hear what I play all the time, so it sounds so old and sometimes boring. Then I get feedback and find out that I sound pretty good. I can't wait to be able to play out all the time. I don't have a lot of options around here, but Boston's a whole different ballgame. The next few years are going to be wonderfully musical for me. And I can't wait.
You might think 'Computer Blues' is a bit weird, but if you ever happened to use my computer, you would understand why I have computer blues. My computer is approaching eight years old, and it gets slower every second. It's overloaded, and it's got a lot of glitches now. It's been cleaned out twice, and it didn't even make a difference. It's a sad sight. I hate my computer. My dad and I went computer shopping today, but no one helped us at Best Buy so we left. I said, 'We should just get a Mac. They're better,' and my dad said, 'I know they are.' That is a HUGE step in my quest to get a Mac as our home computer. My dad has been anti-Mac for as long as I can remember. It would be absolutely amazing if we got a Mac. I would probably cry tears of joy.
Senioritis is breathing down my neck. I can feel it. It's waiting to pounce on me. I have surprisingly escaped Senioritis this year. I think I'm one of the few. I've done just as much work as I did in my first three years of high school. I don't think I have it in me to not do the work. As Kanye West said, "For me, giving up is way harder than trying." I'm in the same boat as Kanye in that way. Actually I am in the same boat in a lot of ways, but I'm not any where to close to his level of arrogance. But yeah, Senioritis is calling my name. I can hear it, but I don't turn around to look him in the eyes. I do the work. I haven't skipped a day of school. I haven't even skipped a block without permission.
I have to much of a conscience to succumb to Senioritis. I'm not gonna let it get me. It's too late now. I have like..15 days of school left. The work is winding down. And I could slack off. Grades closed in the third quarter for seniors. My 5.218 or whatever it is GPA is safe. I don't think Berklee would give me the boot if I got three As and one B.
I have to go. Stuff to do..I think I'll go for a run--right after a round of Text Twirl .
1. The Coffee House (or as Alex and I call it Chez-Cafe)
2. Computer Blues
3. Senioritis (or my lack of it)
So let's start with the coffee house. All in all, it was a success. A lot of people backed out last minute, but it was still wicked fun. I went from playing 12 songs to playing 4 songs, but hey, things happen. I jammed on 'I Shot The Sheriff' for a bit. Then I played 'Blinded by the Light' followed by my own song called 'Sleepless In The City.' The vocals weren't loud enough, but I was told my guitar-work made up for it. Matt and I played 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps.' That was incredibly fun. I soloed the whooooole time.
I guess I'm better than I think I am at guitar. The problem is that I hear what I play all the time, so it sounds so old and sometimes boring. Then I get feedback and find out that I sound pretty good. I can't wait to be able to play out all the time. I don't have a lot of options around here, but Boston's a whole different ballgame. The next few years are going to be wonderfully musical for me. And I can't wait.
You might think 'Computer Blues' is a bit weird, but if you ever happened to use my computer, you would understand why I have computer blues. My computer is approaching eight years old, and it gets slower every second. It's overloaded, and it's got a lot of glitches now. It's been cleaned out twice, and it didn't even make a difference. It's a sad sight. I hate my computer. My dad and I went computer shopping today, but no one helped us at Best Buy so we left. I said, 'We should just get a Mac. They're better,' and my dad said, 'I know they are.' That is a HUGE step in my quest to get a Mac as our home computer. My dad has been anti-Mac for as long as I can remember. It would be absolutely amazing if we got a Mac. I would probably cry tears of joy.
Senioritis is breathing down my neck. I can feel it. It's waiting to pounce on me. I have surprisingly escaped Senioritis this year. I think I'm one of the few. I've done just as much work as I did in my first three years of high school. I don't think I have it in me to not do the work. As Kanye West said, "For me, giving up is way harder than trying." I'm in the same boat as Kanye in that way. Actually I am in the same boat in a lot of ways, but I'm not any where to close to his level of arrogance. But yeah, Senioritis is calling my name. I can hear it, but I don't turn around to look him in the eyes. I do the work. I haven't skipped a day of school. I haven't even skipped a block without permission.
I have to much of a conscience to succumb to Senioritis. I'm not gonna let it get me. It's too late now. I have like..15 days of school left. The work is winding down. And I could slack off. Grades closed in the third quarter for seniors. My 5.218 or whatever it is GPA is safe. I don't think Berklee would give me the boot if I got three As and one B.
I have to go. Stuff to do..I think I'll go for a run--right after a round of Text Twirl .
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Back Again
Europe was amazing as always. I'm in love with Paris. I have to go back, and for more than two days next time. I enjoyed Austria and Italy as well. Mais..j'adore Paris. The only thing I didn't enjoy this trip was that on the last day in Paris I got a wicked bad cold and I haven't quite shaken it yet. My ears are also all blocked up still. Europe was very inspiring. I wrote seven songs in eight days. The only thing I didn't like about my trip was that I didn't have my guitar. So I went eight days not playing guitar. Other than that I had a blast. Oh yeah, and not seeing Bob wasn't fun either.
The Red Sox lost five in a row while I was gone. I shouldn't be allowed to leave the country. I should just have season tickets. The Red Sox would win 75 of their 81 home games if I had season tickets. Or they would win a lot of their games. I'm very superstitious when it comes to baseball. I have to do certain things in a certain order when I go to a game. And mainly, it all boils down to a hot dog. I'll elaborate later. Now is not the time.
I was asked today to write the "class ode" and perform it at graduation. I'm not gonna lie, I'm very excited to do this. I don't even know what I have to do exactly, but it'll be fun. And good. More importantly, it will be good.
High school is almost done, and Berklee is right around the corner. I can't wait. For many reasons. I also have an amazing summer ahead of me. Between concerts and baseball games and Europe again..it's gonna be a blast.
I thought I had more to say, but I guess I do not.
The Red Sox lost five in a row while I was gone. I shouldn't be allowed to leave the country. I should just have season tickets. The Red Sox would win 75 of their 81 home games if I had season tickets. Or they would win a lot of their games. I'm very superstitious when it comes to baseball. I have to do certain things in a certain order when I go to a game. And mainly, it all boils down to a hot dog. I'll elaborate later. Now is not the time.
I was asked today to write the "class ode" and perform it at graduation. I'm not gonna lie, I'm very excited to do this. I don't even know what I have to do exactly, but it'll be fun. And good. More importantly, it will be good.
High school is almost done, and Berklee is right around the corner. I can't wait. For many reasons. I also have an amazing summer ahead of me. Between concerts and baseball games and Europe again..it's gonna be a blast.
I thought I had more to say, but I guess I do not.
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