I really want to get in on the music scene in Columbia. I feel like I’ve been here for so long, but not really been here.
2.19.2006
This place where I live
2.17.2006
Are you doing anything?
Stretch me out
Till I am thin
Not so I look good
But so I look real
And have to trust
Get me down
Let me wonder at
The sadness
You let me writhe
In inner angst
Give me vision
Make me discontent
So I can better listen
And be ready
For it when it comes
You're doing something
Till I am thin
Not so I look good
But so I look real
And have to trust
Get me down
Let me wonder at
The sadness
You let me writhe
In inner angst
Give me vision
Make me discontent
So I can better listen
And be ready
For it when it comes
You're doing something
2.15.2006
I'm better today
almost dry eyes. i cried this morning, but it was over the Lord's goodness and not issues in life :)
i love music. i want to do music - that's what i want to do with my life.
maybe i should say i want to be a musician. i like the "be" word more than the "do" word.
i am discontent in my jobs, because i really want to be doing music. will i ever be content doing it on the side? i don't think that's reason enough to cop out on my jobs now, just because sometimes they're hard, because i really am learning, and i'm trying to learn being.
maybe someday Passion will pick me up and ask me to sing for them...
i love music. i want to do music - that's what i want to do with my life.
maybe i should say i want to be a musician. i like the "be" word more than the "do" word.
i am discontent in my jobs, because i really want to be doing music. will i ever be content doing it on the side? i don't think that's reason enough to cop out on my jobs now, just because sometimes they're hard, because i really am learning, and i'm trying to learn being.
maybe someday Passion will pick me up and ask me to sing for them...
2.14.2006
Crying over spilled milk
Okay, I'm crying over what the old adage tells me not to cry over. I don't think I've ever cried in front of my boss before, but I did today.
I had a project
It was my own
I gave it my heart
The seeds they were sown
For a beautiful work
Or so I thought
Unknowingly feeding myself
To the flock
Of faceless participants
Each wanting say
In my project they said
Was going astray
Now it's still my project
And mine it will stay
At least in the stated-
Idealized way
My heart still is beating
My mind is still ticked
But sooner or later
This mountain will shift
People will learn
To trust one another
And push for the change
Push with me brother
I had a project
It was my own
I gave it my heart
The seeds they were sown
For a beautiful work
Or so I thought
Unknowingly feeding myself
To the flock
Of faceless participants
Each wanting say
In my project they said
Was going astray
Now it's still my project
And mine it will stay
At least in the stated-
Idealized way
My heart still is beating
My mind is still ticked
But sooner or later
This mountain will shift
People will learn
To trust one another
And push for the change
Push with me brother
2.09.2006
Differences alike
The conversation went something like this...
Genevieve: "Ian, you're a punk."
Ian: "You're a princess."
Genevieve: "That's going in my blog."
Genevieve: "Ian, you're a punk."
Ian: "You're a princess."
Genevieve: "That's going in my blog."
2.07.2006
Yo tengo un novio nuevo
For those of you who have not heard, I recently acquired a boyfriend. Yes, Friday night he took me out on the most romantic date I have ever been on, and asked me if I would be his girlfriend. Call it juvenile, but we're both pretty smitten. If you want details, please ask; I love telling the story.
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