I want Hans Zimmer/somebody genius to score my life. Geez. Brilliant.
Anyway.
Today has been...fairly good.
Yes. Erin saw me skyrocket a grape from my undignified mouth onto the floor. She laughed. Hard.
I got to play in chapel as well. It went pretty well, considering I had a plethora of differing tempos circling throughout my head and I had never heard 2/3 of the set in my entire life.
(I originally wrote this entry in my moleskine, but have to omit the next statement due to confidential purposes.) I like the fullness of two 'african' percussionists very much. So. Yeah.
My heart is at peace tonight.
I feel Your presence, Lord. I pray I follow your unmistakeable beckon call and that You soften all the hearts that desperately need to be broken of their callousness.
Man.
I just want to go sit in a leetle Aussie cafe.
The reality may be closer than I anticipate.
Oh. And I laughed really hard today when Erin said she was "P.O.'ed."
1 comment:
yeah,
i was shocked you had never heard the term before.
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