i am not a soprano. i don't care what cara says. i'm just not. listening to me sing in this octave is scary. me singing anything is scary, but high Gs are scarier than just about anything else i could come up with.

so i'm leaving for boston tomorrow, i believe. should be interesting. i'm going to drown myself in water and finish of my l. e. modesitt jr. book on the bus. joy. plus discman. still ten hours is entirely too much. really. i seem to be doing a lot of traveling this year and i always somehow manage to enjoy it despite whinging *beforehand*. what an odd way of doing things. i hope this all works out well. i need to reach out. i feel like i don't have connections to anyone anymore. been feeling adrift for a while.

i'm so envious of other people's friends. it's sick, really. i have so many beautiful people for friends. except i never see two thirds of them. details details. i wish... people don't understand how important they are. urgh. i'm a nutcase. i just care too much. and too little. about everything. it's very oddd. i give up on trying to figure me out. wait. that's a blatant lie. i'll try again later.

i've been listening to a piece i wrote for someone for quite a while now. analyzing to death. it's standing up to the test, rather surprisingly. not that the composition itself is good, but the playing i did here is pretty damned good and the recording and editing job is better than anything i've done previously, i think. of course there are still things wrong with it. that's ok, though. i guess. i think i'm getting better at this whole concept of perfectionism. and now what i need to improve upon is the concept of sleep. yes. *yawn*
posted by Unknown at 11:32 PM