YM and I went on a walk the other day, and we talked about religion and family issues and relationships, and we laughed and it was all so easy, with no tension, no feeling judged and no pretending to be something I’m not. Was it ever like that with WB? Advertisements
I have no sense of humor. I feel convinced that I had one once, but I don’t know where it went. I spent the evening at a school comedy show, and I had to force every laugh. I went home, did some research on humor, watched a few comedy shows with a straight face. I […]
I’d been doing so dang well. And then: The band concert. My goodness. It was basically ‘WB with band,’ because he had solos in basically every piece, as well as a piece that was entirely a solo for him with occasional backing from the jazz group. And you know what was frustrating? He sounded amazing. […]
About a week ago: There are dragons swooping around the sky and we’re all running around this big, dark city, shooting them/hiding. I’m flying around helping, and, somehow, none of this is weird.
Originally posted on Melanie Spanswick:
We all know there’s no such thing as ‘perfect’ piano playing, but hopefully these tips might be helpful. The sustaining or damper pedal is one of the most important assets for a pianist. It adds another dimension to the piano timbre, and can provide a whole variety of sound layers. The…
So, a while ago, I met perfect guy at an admitted students day. I saw him first at an event, where we were debating world issues. I’ve decided that I need to find all my future friends at events like these. Anyway, we didn’t talk that night, but I noticed him. He had an intelligent, […]
Everything I’ve been thinking, in a nutshell.
Dancing by/with my date YM in a platonic but insanely fun way. WB charging the mosh pit at the beat drop, his eyes sparkling in an almost drunk way. Sleeping on the ride back curled up against my date, his hand stroking my back and neck. “Where’s the wine?! She wants the wine! FIND THE […]
Well, he texted me for some information the other day, and, I think out of obligatory politeness (so he didn’t seem like he was getting information and leaving again), he inquired about my life. I think I did a good job of shutting him out with a kind smile.
I have nothing to write. Why do I have nothing to write? Need to change something.