It'll be more time till my voice blooms.
I had a dream I was singing for people in a group. It started as a large group but ended up with just me and my friend Kayla. I was weirded out because my orchestra friends were playing and a bunch of people I knew were singing and stuff but I was confused. I thought I was going to play not sing so I wasn’t prepared at all. I found out that I had to sing and they pushed me on stage. At first I didn’t know what to do so I just read the lyrics off of a page someone held next to me. We were all scared but we kept singing. It was going pretty good but people started to move away from us. It ended up to be just me and Kayla singing a duet in the end with some back up singers and people playing music on a stage. It was odd.
I remember how I thought too. “What’s going on? I don’t sing why are they going to make me.” Then I started to get into it and my voice got louder and more confident. It was a nice feeling. Singing my heart out and feeling confident.
I always wanted to be good at singing. Good enough that I wouldn’t mind singing in front of others. I guess I’m a little excited for choir class in college. I’m really looking forward to that too. Actually I’m just looking forward to the whole thing.
I wish I could be that confident person in my dream. I think that if I continue to work though I’ll get there eventually.
la la la la la llaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ok, maybe a long time from now I’ll get there.
I am packing a little bit more than this........
I have gotten most of my packing done for next week. I am moving to Santa Fe in 12 days so I thought I should at least get started on the actual decisions of what to take and what to leave behind. It’s kind of hard to pick what clothes or what shoes to bring. Yeah, I’m a girl but I did bring it down to a non-girl amount. I don’t have that much stuff picked out so I’m pretty impressed.
When you clean stuff out or pack you find some pretty cool stuff and go reminiscing for some time. That’s kind of why I did the packing a little early compared to some people.
Also when you’re packing and deciding what to take it can be hard because you want to bring so much and tend to overpack. I guess I over think things but I just don’t want to bring too much stuff and it not all fit into my dorm room.
It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time so I guess we’ll see how it goes when I come to it :) Memories are nice though. It’s kind of hard to leave the things that represent those memories but I guess that memories are always with you. Those are treasures in themselves.
This is my play on words. Dabble- for a duck or bird: Move the bill around in shallow water while feeding
So for some of my college work I am reading an excerpt of Aristotle’s, The Politics. Let me be clear, it’s not very clear at first. To add to that, this is a reading for the Freshman Music class that is required. That’s right people, I am reading Aristotle for my music class and the title has politics in it.
I’m sure you’re thinking “why Lea, is your college making you read that for your music class? Shouldn’t you be learning about notes or something?” Let me tell you I was a little confused at first too.