I don't work tonight. What does that mean? A nap. And cleaning the bathroom. And finishing homework. And practicing. Nap first, definitely. I hope everyone is doing well and their lives are good. But for now, peace out.

I didn't say I wouldn't update this one. So, Fras might make me a tenor in jazzline this year. I don't want to be a tenor. And if that is the case, I can probably yell at her, so that would be fun. To yell. At her. I have to leave for work in half an hour and I don't want to. I ordered my texts online last night through amazon, and saved nearly a hundred dollars. How sweet is that? I just hope that they get here before the school starts. Or something. Anyway, I'll talk to you all later. I think. Peace.

P.S. by all, I really mean Rachel.

I call this Diet Rice Bowl

How marvelous to be surrounded always with music. Not the kind where there is pressure to have it learned, to do it well, and knock people's socks off. The laid-back impromptu jam, sitting in a beautiful little house with ugly paint, newly cleaned and rearranged, where everyone who resides there has their life filled with music. All can play, several instruments a piece, visitors can also, or sing, if need be. There is always a fakebook open on a stand, always a record to hear that will change your life, always a sense of comraderie as the music takes the place of awkward conversation. Almost every room in the house resonates at Db. The dining room where we consumed the last minute meal, a D. This is what I live for. This alternate world where there is no bustling pressure, no topics untouched by the sounds of the intruments that are plucked, beaten, played. To have the gentle caress of violin, guitar, bass, voice. This is where I belong. This is who I am.

Yeah, but I'm doing it on LJ mostly. And I know you read that. Well, whatev. Tonight, there was a jam at Brandon's house, which was mellow and sweet. And the dastardly, dastardly Nils was there, whom I elbowed twice, in the stomach. Excuses, excuses. Also, I bought fudgecicles. And Taco Bell. And now I must sleep, for there is a rehearsal and hanging out with Hannah tomorrow. G'night loves.