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Song: You Are the Sunshine of My Life - Stevie Wonder
Sorry it's been a while since the last update. I've been a little busy with my new minidisc player... =D. I had a great birthday, much to my delight. Tomorrow is the first day of school, so I'm kinda excited about that too. I'll probably write more once I get there. I am not looking forward to walking all the time, though. As you all know, gas prices are ridiculous. I heard that store owners are not allowed to put the price over $3. They'll lose a lot of profit that way...The govt shouldn't be allowed to put a ceiling on prices. It messes up the supply/demand market.
8/26/05
Song: Lullaby - Shawn Mullins
Friday night football games...you know I might enjoy them more if I had friends to share them with. Maybe I'm mentally scoffing at everyone because there's nothing else to do. Someone did try to talk to me, but I was on my way out the gate and was ready to go home. Ok, so it's my fault I don't have any friends in my home town. Of my two best high school friends, one moved to her dorm today and the other...well...I don't want to talk about that.
8/22/05
Song: Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day
Happy National Truck Driver's Appreciation Week!! Latest news: I was asked to be the maid of honor in a wedding! Other news: "Lonely No More" - Rob Thomas is growing on me. It's funny how things happen that way. You despise a song when you first hear it and after you've heard it a few times on the radio, you find it kind of catchy. Eventually you buy the CD or mp3. That's life.
8/16/05
Song: The Way I Feel - 12 Stones
You know what the downfall of society is? It's cheerleading. I despise cheerleading. It creates social castes and teaches little girls from preschool on up to dress and dance provocatively just for the benefit of the football players....they don't come right out and say that, of course. I don't have anything against individuals who choose to become cheerleaders. However, I hate the sport...if you can call it that...which I doubt.
8/15/05
Song: Perspective - Kutless
My room is still a wreck. I never have been good at organization/neatness anyway. (I may be a clean freak, but I am not a neat freak.) My closets are in even worse condition than my room, but then they're always that way. That's what closets are for anyway...when company comes, throw everything in the closet. "I think we're gonna need a bigger boat!" er...closet.
8/12/05
Song: It's A Jungle Out There - Monk Theme Song
Another song, better quality (thanks to Andy and his knowledge of music recording). Sonatine Mvt 1 - Ravel
8/11/05
Song: Citadel - Anna Nalick
Good news: the guy that disappeared is back, alive and well. =) Also for your listening enjoyment, a recording of yours truly trying to play impressionistic music. Actually it sounds kinda like a broken music box....Fun? Aye, fun. If you hear a wrong note, it's the piano's fault. That's my story and I'm sticking to it. Sonatine Mvt 2 - Ravel
8/8/05
Song: What Is This Feeling? - Wicked Soundtrack
Why on earth would someone leave their own child? I know my dad left involuntarily, so that's why it bothers me to know that there are fathers that intentionally leave. It's the first day of jr. high school for that little girl, and her father disappeared yesterday, apparantly of his own doing. That's just cruel. But who I am to judge? I don't know anything factual about the situation except that he's missing. Maybe he had a good reason. Either way, the whole town is upset.
8/7/05
Song: I Will Call Upon the Lord
I began my day quite bitter. It's rather silly, now that I look back at it. Nevermind that, there is a more important matter at hand. A man is missing from the town where I work. Due to the nature of my job, I saw him almost every day. His daughter is in band with my brother. This is why I can't sleep tonight. I pray, "Please let him be ok and be with his family. Please don't let this happen to us, I couldn't stand it." There I pause. It did happen to us, and I'm still standing. No matter what you lose, you can make it as long as you have God. I originally meant to write about church service tonight, and so I shall. A guy about my age preached tonight. It was his first non-Wednesday sermon, and I think he did very well. He is the only person that I know that it's obvious that he's really happy about being a Christian. He sings with the spirit. He's slightly off tune, which is a no-no for the people around here in singin' country, but you can hear the enthusiam in his voice. Everyone else, including me, seems too concerned with hitting the right notes rather than singing with feeling. In the John Grisham book I read recently, he commented that Church of Christ people have no emotion in services. I regretfully have to say that he's right. The only emotion I see is people crying when someone repents or is baptized. When I was baptized I was so concerned about standing up in front of the crowd and confessing that I forgot about the joy in becoming a new creature in Christ. There is definitely something wrong with that. I think if the audience seemed more enthusiastic about getting a new member, the person would feel less of a spectacle to a stoic crowd looking for a show. It is now up to me to do my part. I hope the rest of the members do not extinguish the aforementioned young man's attitude. Perhaps if I begin to 'sing with the spirit and with the understanding', it will in turn inspire someone else as I have been inspired.
8/6/05
Song: No one Mourns the Wicked - Wicked Soundtrack
I had a really good day today, but when it was over, when it was time to come home all I heard was criticism. I'm tired of it. I'm sick right now and I really don't feel like dealing with these people who keep picking at me.
8/2/05
Song: The Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera
I've learned a lot about myself from cleaning out all the boxes that were under my bed (which in itself if quite dusty). At twelve I was Pollyanna. At thirteen I was a bitter old woman. Now at nearly twenty I see my personality fluctuate between the two. The former is my surface personality, the other is much deeper. I wish the bitterness didn't exist at all, even though I've been fairly successful in eradicating it. Now I'm just old. Speaking figuratively, of course.