Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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meh all time - is relative
I saw peter tonite. It was our tai chi class, and I almost didn't go as I was feeling sick. But I went. I don't really feel like talking about it. But when I looked at him, there was an apology in his eyes, and it reminded me of 2 parents who's deformed child died, and that look at each other, sighing, saying "Well, we did our best," although they both knew it was doomed from birth.
I am going to try out for Stage Choir, a more advanced choir than the one I am in currently. They do harder music, jazz pieces and such. I am unsure, I have never had a lot of confidence in my singing voice, but this is a major step for me. Wish me luck.
Have you ever seen an insane stick figure? It's quite scary.
Quote for the Entry: "Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time." -Camus, Albert Because it's true.
all time - is relative