[I'd] Prefer Say Nothing At All...
"...than have to endure talk of the small variety."
~Owen, "Amnesia and Me"
It's 2:58 in the morning. I've had three hours of sleep in the past two days. Here is a blog.
School has started back for me. I'm still at Berry. It's still easy. I have two jobs on total opposite ends of the spectrum. I miss Atlanta. I miss Bloomington and Knoxville.
Classes I'm taking: American Literature II, Spanish 102, Speech, World Religions, History of Rock and Roll, Symphonic Band. American Lit is definitely my favorite, and I'm actually thinking about ditching my music minor and switching to English. Or Sociology. Maybe both. I dunno. My heart isn't in music classes; I make the music I want, I don't want or need to obey the rules of music theory. Plus, with music classes you're playing someone else's art, which is strange to me. Yes, things can be relatable, but I haven't related to anything I've played so far.
Jobs I'm working: Krannert Center Activities Board. Yay organizing events on campus. Everyone in this is overly enthusiastic about everything. It's weird. Job number two = Assistant Activities Coordinator at Mercy Senior Care. Here, most everyone is on their way out, for lack of a better term, and knows it. Thus, they're not too enthusiastic. It's a strange combination, but whatever.
I just got back to Blairsville around 10:30. I normally wouldn't come back, but my grandmother broke her hip and is in the hospital. I was working in Atlanta Friday, Saturday, and most of today (hence the miniscule amount of sleep), but tomorrow I'm going to spend with my grandmother. Breaking a hip is one of those cliche old people things that everyone laughs at until it happens to someone they know. It sucks. But lots of things are like that.
As soon as I get my next paychecks I'm going to buy some recording stuff and at least record a solo CD. A decent amount of people have been asking me to, and I'm starting to play solo more and more often so I kind of need something just in case anyone likes my terrible songs.
Blahblahblah. I don't like posting on here, but I feel like I need to for some reason. I dunno. On my other, far more interesting blog I never really make long posts. I feel like I need to sometimes and this seems to be the best spot. http://www.dakotafloyd.com is where you should go for play-by-play accounts of my failures and occasional triumphs. Yup.
~Owen, "Amnesia and Me"
It's 2:58 in the morning. I've had three hours of sleep in the past two days. Here is a blog.
School has started back for me. I'm still at Berry. It's still easy. I have two jobs on total opposite ends of the spectrum. I miss Atlanta. I miss Bloomington and Knoxville.
Classes I'm taking: American Literature II, Spanish 102, Speech, World Religions, History of Rock and Roll, Symphonic Band. American Lit is definitely my favorite, and I'm actually thinking about ditching my music minor and switching to English. Or Sociology. Maybe both. I dunno. My heart isn't in music classes; I make the music I want, I don't want or need to obey the rules of music theory. Plus, with music classes you're playing someone else's art, which is strange to me. Yes, things can be relatable, but I haven't related to anything I've played so far.
Jobs I'm working: Krannert Center Activities Board. Yay organizing events on campus. Everyone in this is overly enthusiastic about everything. It's weird. Job number two = Assistant Activities Coordinator at Mercy Senior Care. Here, most everyone is on their way out, for lack of a better term, and knows it. Thus, they're not too enthusiastic. It's a strange combination, but whatever.
I just got back to Blairsville around 10:30. I normally wouldn't come back, but my grandmother broke her hip and is in the hospital. I was working in Atlanta Friday, Saturday, and most of today (hence the miniscule amount of sleep), but tomorrow I'm going to spend with my grandmother. Breaking a hip is one of those cliche old people things that everyone laughs at until it happens to someone they know. It sucks. But lots of things are like that.
As soon as I get my next paychecks I'm going to buy some recording stuff and at least record a solo CD. A decent amount of people have been asking me to, and I'm starting to play solo more and more often so I kind of need something just in case anyone likes my terrible songs.
Blahblahblah. I don't like posting on here, but I feel like I need to for some reason. I dunno. On my other, far more interesting blog I never really make long posts. I feel like I need to sometimes and this seems to be the best spot. http://www.dakotafloyd.com is where you should go for play-by-play accounts of my failures and occasional triumphs. Yup.
posted by Dakota Floyd at 2:58 AM
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