Random Acts of Kindness

Random Acts of Kindness. I saw R, from my recording arts class, just, ya know, walking home in the heat. The next time I saw him, I offered him a ride…didn’t know him that well, but whatever. And I gave him rides up until my last day. He told me about his life – so

Surprises

I saw the bag on the table when I came in through the front door. “Who’s here?” I rummaged around and found KS’s ID card. “KS?” I turned to find my brother smiling. I peeked around the corner into the kitchen, looking for KS and AD. They’d visited me, I thought. How awesome. And from

Snapshot

“Blessed are the cracked for they let in the light.” Blessed also is HONY. Us and Them – Pink Floyd – That reverb doe Let’s throw it back to N’Sync and Tarzan Some dainty Bach for ya – F Sharp Major, WTC Book 2 “Parallels and Paradoxes” – Barenboim and Said – music and philosophy

Changing

HAHAHA I just read over some of my old posts. MAN was I a self-centered, shallow, insecure, obnoxious little prick. Hopefully I’ve changed. I think I’ve changed.

Summer Social Life: Week 3

Monday: 2nd guitar lesson with AS. I drove to her house, and we played out the usual ‘we should hang out!’ conversation, both knowing that we wouldn’t actually. Tuesday: Gave dude a ride home. Taco Tuesday with JS after class. She rejected KD. We talked about guys. Wednesday: I…can’t remember? Probably nothing. I think I

WB…alright.

So here’s the thing about WB. He’ll text me randomly, and he’ll talk to me and whatnot, but he’s shy about initiating interactions in person. He’ll invite me places – over text – but then he won’t talk to me when we’re together in a group. We went ice skating on Saturday. I brought KD,

Jazz Nights

Headed out for my second jazz night. I thought it would be WB, CP, and I. Turns out WB has a habit of not telling people who else will be there, because after he walked me inside, he led me to the table, where his cousin, his dad, and his grandma were sitting. A family

KD

KD. Ok. KD is the king of responding to texts. Actually, he’s the king of texting. So, we’ve been texting pretty awesomely for the past three weeks or so. We got to be friends, and I played wing woman for him and JS, which was followed by ‘shoulder-to-cry-on’ when that didn’t work out. We hung

Ganja

Me, Thursday morning: No definite plans for the weekend? I’ll send out a few texts. SS, Thursday morning: Come to a party. Slightly ashamed, but I took her up on it. To be honest, I’d been wanting to try going to a party since summer started, just to say that could. So that my ‘oh,