goin to india?
Feb 28th, 2004 Posted in And So It Happened | No Comments »I had an entry to put up. it was about friday night, but its a long one and im not done and i gotta get pics. PLUS, i jsut found out my dad’s friends wife died in India, and that he might go. If need be, i might go with him. then again, my passport is expired, so maybe i wont be able to go. i wouldn’t mind goin.
I am a lil pissed though, cuz pstr chack and pastr freddy came over to pray and whatnot. and my paretns didnt tell me anything about what was goin on. AND my mom called MY cell phone askin to speak to pstr chack while we were in church and i asked whats wrong, and she dint say anything. UGH! WHAT THE HECK! whatever
tomorow’s sunday. Finally, im runnin the board tomrow, which means everything will sound good! but its only for one week, so we’ll see. In a perfect world, everything wil sound better and everyone will be like “he should be the new audio coordinator.” but this isnt a perfect world is it? of course not.
MY FUTURE! yes, i’ve been thinkin about it again. what i thought was certain has become uncertain. pstr PB Thomas was here, and i was tellin him how im bout to get my diploma in audio engineering and i mgiht get a job wiht it in NY. i dint tell him about my college plans just then, and he was liek yea, you could come up ther and come to our churhc and stay with someone (not sure if he said stay with himn, i think he was tryin to step around that, its ok) which got me thinkin, y not?
So now, im thinkin, go to NY, work at a recording studio, maybe make conncetions or even, hopefully, find some ppl to form my perfect band. Berklee’s outa the picture, almsot, cuz i dont think id make it in. iunno, maybe im jsut scared. but NY is DEFINITLY where i want to end up, berklee or not.
and while im workin a the recording studio, perhaps i can go to college there, get my degree, and iunno…
its too late, i cant think straight.
i jsut realiezed something…cant say because of what i jsut realized. yes, i speak in strange riddles, that aren’t really riddles. neway, gnight
