o del mio dolce ardor.
Journal Entry: Tue Apr 29, 2008, 8:26 PM
- Mood:
Angsty - Listening to: versailles by pinback.
- Reading: ninth letter.
- Eating: lip.
the name of my solo. it went okay. i was freaking out the whole time. i didnt see nesh but i think he was there. ah well. i saw drew!
its sad because one guy was saying after the concert - "oh youre going big places with that voice. youll get really far if you keep singing like that." it was nice, certainly not an insult. but it feels like i may have a good voice for nothing. i dont want to pursue singing. i want to write. i feel like im taking my voice for granted or something. im probably just being retarded but i have felt like this for a while. and another girl i knew [kind of - becca bauer i think] came up to me and said it was beautiful and said you should go into opera. and that made me happy and all but it just added pressure onto what i should do when im older.
dont get me wrong - i have already made up my mind that i will write if it kills me. if i suck then i suck. so be it. but i will write.
its just odd i guess. tedious. confusing.
Devious Comments
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For a dreamer, night's the only time of day.
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"THIS IS NOT A GUY FROM OKLAHOMA! THIS IS NESH!"
-nesh suresh. hell yeah.
[link] - be a warrior.
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"THIS IS NOT A GUY FROM OKLAHOMA! THIS IS NESH!"
-nesh suresh. hell yeah.
[link] - be a warrior.
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