July 3 marks the day of my best friend's ex-best friend's birthday.  This was the first birthday in five years he hadn't spent with her.  Normally he and her other best friend would spend the whole day with her dawn till dusk.  This year he sent her a text that said happy birthday.  To the best of my knowledge and expert snooping she spent the day with her new boyfriend and another friend who is in town for a wedding.  I don't really know her but I hope she had a good birthday, and this is me saying Happy Birthday to her...

...I know it's late but I hope you had a good birthday this year Jenica...

Every Saturday our library has programs.  Next week they are closed and the weekend after that they are having anime.  They are showing Deathnote the live action version.  Normally I wouldn't go to an anime meeting because

1. Everyday when I get to work the anime section is a bleepin mess that I have to rearrange.  That frustrates me and I get my anime fix just from that.

2. Comics frustrate me because I don't understand pictures at a first glance.  Captions are essential for me to understand them.  So watching movies result in me asking fifty times 'What is she holding?', 'What did she see?' etc...Anime is comic books so trying to read them is frustrating.

So, here we have Deathnote playing.  Personally the thought of going and watching anime turns me off but it's live action and my two best friends want me to come.  I'm seriously considering it...

What do you think of comic books? Anime?

Honestly why do most of us care so much what people think?  I would like to say I don't but I do.  Some people care more than others.  For example one friend of mine acts like she is dying almost everytime I or somebody else does something out of the ordinary.  For instance random singing, or slapping somebody for fun, or making a joke about telling a random stranger is hot. 

I personally don't care too much anymore what people think.  A year ago that's all I worried about, what people thought.  Now I've accepted the fact that you can't control what other people think.  You have to live your life the way you want to live it or be enslaved to everybody else's opinions.  There are a few people left in my life who's opinions really matter to me.  My parents, my boss, my little siblings, and my two best friends.  Otherwise, I don't care if you hate me or think I'm stupid or whatever it is you think. 

That's one reason I haven't been posting that much.  When I first started nobody I knew had an Xanga.  Now I have my two best friends, and two mutual friends reading it.  That scares me a little bit into posting stuff because I'm afraid of what they'll say.  But the saying goes 'the people that care [about how you act/talk] don't matter and the people who matter don't care [about that superficial stuff]'. 

So expect to see more stuff because I DON'T CARE anymore!!! : D

Do you care what people think about you?

We are going to a picnic, a picnic a picnic, we are going to a picnic to eat lots of food...and play Capture the Flag.  I say that you can play Capture the Flag even with only six people.  We will have, at the least ten people which should be plenty for Capture the Flag!!! Aron says differently...I say yes!!!  We've played it with ten people before, most of them being little kids.  So let the games begin as we leave to become

THE VICTORS!!!

I'll have reports of winners and non-winners as they are going DOWN!!! !!! !!!

Two friends have told me quite recently that they feel that I am the only one who seems to be making an effort toward trying to be friends with them.  As far as what I'm getting from them one cares and the other one doesn't seem to...But you can't forget the one who doesn't seem to care because they are such a prominent part of your life posing as best friend, and best friend's best friend.  Dropping them seems ultra-cruel, but if it's the right thing to do...how would you know?

Friendship is a two way street, two people must dance the dance, otherwise you have nothing.  The close friendships are caused by two people putting lots of effort into the friendship.  The not so close friendships often are the people who don't put a lot of effort into a friendship.  Bad friendships are caused by one or more people putting little or no effort into the friendship.  That's why most people claim that their best friend is the one who is there for them.  If you aren't going to put enough effort into a friendship to maintain it then why bother? Why call the person your friend?

I don't call people my 'friends' if I'm not putting in effort toward making them my friend.  Same goes if they strongly resist my efforts.  I believe it's just common sense to be a friend.  If I am your friend then you are going to get it good.  I will faithfully call/email/text you depending on which is the most convenient for you.  I will be extremely loyal, listening to your side of the story and giving you the benefit of the doubt before judging anything I hear.  I will go out of my way to do things you particularly like, giving you a gift I know you will appreciate, spending the day with you on that oh so special weekend, sending you a picture I took I know you will find funny and my personal favorite giving you a sincere compliment.  All I ask in return is for you not to backstab me. 

Are you interested in starting this journey as my friend?

This weekend was crazy fun!!  Saturday morning we left at five am [meaning a wakeup time of 3am for me] to go to a piano contest.  We drove for four hours till we finally got there.  So I warmed up and then went to play my first song...

...I absolutely bombed it.  I kept hitting the complete wrong notes and I had to restart the ending.  My main problem is this is a fast little piece.  I often start it too fast and that's what I did at the contest.  I decided 'oh well, it's the other piece I'm really counting on to win'.  An hour later I had played my other piece and It. Went. FANTABULOUS!!! I was absolutely pumped.  I was really excited about this one.  I figured I probably could win because I played so good, but it also is an easier piece compared to others in the category...

...We waited and waited and waited.  *finally* the judge's results came for my second piece.  I looked and I got an Outstanding. 

    Quick Note: grading is Outstanding    Superior   and   Pretty Good.  The winners are chosen from all of the Outstandings so think of it as a Honorable Mention.

Not bad, but it wasn't winning.  I figured I was done for the day.  I waited to grab the sheet for my other song because I didn't want my teacher reading it.  We figured they had probably made a new category entitled Quit Piano!!  I went up to get my sheet and I noticed my certificate, on top with the All State Winner circled!!!  My first thought was WTF!?  My teacher came up and she screamed!!!  I got a pretty plaque [my third ever], a chance to play in the recital, aaaand two hundred dollars.  Yes, I said that $200!!  The most I've ever won for *anything*!!...

...Now everyone wants to know what I will spend it on.  Honestly I don't spend a lot of money so some of it will probably go to Cd's, then later school and camp.

 <3 <3 <3 Music 8> 8> 8>

Seriously, I know a lot of people say they love music and they can't live without it but for me music is my life.  I love listening to music, I love playing music on the piano and I want to teach music as a profession.  So for me it is what I've chosen to base my life on...

...It all started one day when I was five years old.  My mother sat me and my older brother down at the piano to teach us how to play.  I caught on right away so did my brother.  My brother was eight years old and I smugly loved the fact that I had caught on at five years old and he had tried it at five but had to wait until he was eight...

...So that started my career in music.  It led to a love of classical music, then a love of rock music, and a growing love for the guitar.

Peace, love and ROCK MUSIC!!!  *bangs head*   

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I don't have too many but the one that stands out in my mind is the one on my hand.  It's a white spot right now and it interrupts the natural pattern of my vein.  When I see it, it gives me good memories.

Where did it come from?  Well one day we were out at a barbeque and a whole bunch of us were playing tag football.  One guy had the ball [I believe that would make him the quarterback but I'm not sure] so my over exuberant brother and I ran after him.  We were both about in the same spot and I think I tripped over his feet [something only I could do] and he ended up stepping on my hand which resulted in him with a busted ankle and me with a busted hand.

I say that's good memories cos that was a very good year.  Me and my brother ended up hurting each other a lot, not emotionally but physically.  We didn't mean to it was just kinda like we were messing around with other people and we always happened to be trying for the same spot...

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Not realizing they were on the same day I agreed to go to a concert with my Mom and one with my sister.  So a sample of my day yesterday.

6:00 am check e-mail

8:00 am get up call Sunday friends

11:00 am eat donut

1:00 pm classical concert featuring Tchaikovsky's music

4:00 pm walk around local art's festival

6:00 pm sacred choral concert

9:00 pm Half Price Books, then Waffle House

11:00 pm go to bed

It was fun now that I look back at it.  But I thought when I first was leaving the house that I'd be out for a couple of hours so I wore shoes that rub my feet wrong after a couple of hours.  My feeling were begging for relief by the time I walked in the door nine hours later.  My ears also were begging for some rock music after all that soft music so Sanctus Real sang  me to sleep.