Am I dead? Naah, still here. Just busy.
The clarinet is going better. I think I still may be able to make a career out of this whole thing. My clarinet professor told me something just today that I think will stick with me: the clarinet is your ticket out of here. We have this joke in New Mexico, that if you were born here, you'll die here. I really want to get out of town. I guess going to graduate school is the answer.
Hm, I guess that's that.
Whew, there's a hot girl at Dillard's. I carelessly asked her out over the phone at work, not having thought about it before hand or giving her a specific date, and to my surprise she said that that would be fun. So I told we'd go out soon. Then I had five days off in a row. I'll see her for this first time since on Saturday. What should I say? Though it's childish, for some reason I think she'll have forgotten about me. "Mike who?"
Coming off of 8 years as an anxious nervous wreck, I guess it's a little hard to get into the dating game. Everything is new and I'm uneasy about the whole business. It doesn't help that I have a player for a roommate with a parade of skanky chicks coming through our front door and into his bedroom. The whole situation is a little, well, like I said: new.
And us guys do not like new things. F this.
I haven't noticed any changes in my personality or feelings since quitting the drugs. My parents, however, swear that I'm a new person. My mom, almost in tears, proclaimed that she "had her son back." What a beautiful moment that was. Yuck. Let me tell you...
Still, I see people treating me differently. They just seem more friendly and stuff. This all leads me to believe that I am indeed different. Well, great. Now what? Get laid? Yeah, likely.
Shit, go out a buy the new Green Day CD; American Idiot. It's great, and coming from a concert musician, I guess that may mean a little more than your little sister telling you it's worth something.
Just a little more. Perhaps.
And speaking of little sisters, mine is having very large problems right now. She's not a paying member of our pretty site here, so her business is not yours, unfortunately. I'd better keep mum. As a side effect of her shit, though, her and I have stopped talking and she's failing all her college classes (or at least a good deal of them). Overall, she's pretty fucking stressed about it. I just need to give her space. She's going to lose her scholarship money, and that's no bueno. Time to get a job, girl.
And I've secured my position as the clear winner of the 18 year long sibling rivalry battle. Yeah me...
What's in the future for you people? I hope you all eventually make more money than me. Some professional clarinet gigs pay over $100,000 a year. Most, unfortunately, pay around $20,000 a year. This is the life I've chosen. Corse, this decision is not for keeps, but it just feels right.
MLF
The clarinet is going better. I think I still may be able to make a career out of this whole thing. My clarinet professor told me something just today that I think will stick with me: the clarinet is your ticket out of here. We have this joke in New Mexico, that if you were born here, you'll die here. I really want to get out of town. I guess going to graduate school is the answer.
Hm, I guess that's that.
Whew, there's a hot girl at Dillard's. I carelessly asked her out over the phone at work, not having thought about it before hand or giving her a specific date, and to my surprise she said that that would be fun. So I told we'd go out soon. Then I had five days off in a row. I'll see her for this first time since on Saturday. What should I say? Though it's childish, for some reason I think she'll have forgotten about me. "Mike who?"
Coming off of 8 years as an anxious nervous wreck, I guess it's a little hard to get into the dating game. Everything is new and I'm uneasy about the whole business. It doesn't help that I have a player for a roommate with a parade of skanky chicks coming through our front door and into his bedroom. The whole situation is a little, well, like I said: new.
And us guys do not like new things. F this.
I haven't noticed any changes in my personality or feelings since quitting the drugs. My parents, however, swear that I'm a new person. My mom, almost in tears, proclaimed that she "had her son back." What a beautiful moment that was. Yuck. Let me tell you...
Still, I see people treating me differently. They just seem more friendly and stuff. This all leads me to believe that I am indeed different. Well, great. Now what? Get laid? Yeah, likely.
Shit, go out a buy the new Green Day CD; American Idiot. It's great, and coming from a concert musician, I guess that may mean a little more than your little sister telling you it's worth something.
Just a little more. Perhaps.
And speaking of little sisters, mine is having very large problems right now. She's not a paying member of our pretty site here, so her business is not yours, unfortunately. I'd better keep mum. As a side effect of her shit, though, her and I have stopped talking and she's failing all her college classes (or at least a good deal of them). Overall, she's pretty fucking stressed about it. I just need to give her space. She's going to lose her scholarship money, and that's no bueno. Time to get a job, girl.
And I've secured my position as the clear winner of the 18 year long sibling rivalry battle. Yeah me...
What's in the future for you people? I hope you all eventually make more money than me. Some professional clarinet gigs pay over $100,000 a year. Most, unfortunately, pay around $20,000 a year. This is the life I've chosen. Corse, this decision is not for keeps, but it just feels right.
MLF
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And yes the SG names are getting weird.
OK, that said...
BarbiQ? Good God. Is she hot? Well, yeah. But it seems that the whole area of her brain that may have played a part in picking her SG name is, uh, mush.
MLF