Hello Blog world (1)! I have just finished (2) an original song! I wrote it and performed it already (3)! It is called Race To Sleep. The lyrics were written by my friend Michelle. I played piano for it like an expert (4)! I feel so skilled (5) with music now that I'm half-way done my degree.
Legend:
(1) AKA Brittni
(2) 24 hours ago
(3) in the auditorium, when no one else was there
(4) I used 2 hands, but...
(5) I'm not skilled. There were only 5 notes and no chords. All easy stuff.
Tonight, as I was supposed to be doing homework, I had a nice, short conversation with Brittni (yeah, you! My only reader!), who was pretending to be a quote book saleswoman to sneak her way into my house. I was making my exit and said that I needed to go do my work, and on my way out I said "I have to go, but I'll leave you with this!" and with that I flipped to random page in her quote book and read the first thing I saw. It said something about a church and being destructive, but I hadn't realized that I had started reading in the middle of the sentence (it went from the bottom of one page to the top of the next), so it made no sense whatsoever and we both laughed. I tried again and this time flipped to this:
Have you not heard?
When a man marries, dies, or turns Hindoo,
his best friends hear no more of him.
-P. B. Shelly-
Makes sense. Hindoo = no more friendly contact. Definitely. I thought it fit the situation nicely (not really, but it was funny), so both of us burst out laughing and I made my way out of the room, bidding her adieu.
SO, uh, I'm in this happy state of homework induced delirium at the moment where I am terribly stressed, complaining about all my papers, and then going to my room and writing in here because I can't concentrate on my papers. I also went outside and drilled myself with soccer exercises like heading the ball, practicing my drop kick aim, and dribbling the ball down the sidewalk. It was a very fun hour out in the snowy weather. Kinda slippery, but that made it more interesting.
Anyway, this delirium allows me to think deeply on pretty much every subject except what I need to. It got me thinking. Living on campus of both a university and a high school means I see a lot of people, of various ages ranging from about 15 to 50. Every week day the high school students go on a rampage through our university cafeteria to get their lunches at about 11:30am. I see the girls go by in skirts that seem to get shorter and shorter every minute, shirts that open up more and more toward their cleavage, and faces so covered in make-up (not bad make-up, but still loads) that you can't tell what they would look like without it. They go through the line-up and take as small a portion of food as possible, with the least amount of fat. It looks like they're trying to starve.
Why do they do this to themselves? Well, media plays a huge roll. They see TV ads about make-up, clothing, games, and pretty much every thing else, and they're always sporting girls that are dolled up and "sexy"-looking. The ads say visually that the only way people will like you is if you dress and act like the skinny, beautiful models they show. This is what my generation is. They are zombies, following the latest trends to be popular because they're afraid others won't like them. They're afraid the one zit on the forehead will make the person they like think they're gross. They're afraid to do anything out of the ordinary because they might be thought of as weird.
They're afraid to be themselves.
John Butler Trio is one of my favourite bands. They take situations like these and have no problem exposing the ideas as silly through their music.
Here's one that addresses the self-image issue: "To Look Like You"
This one talks about the drugs and addiction issue: "Used to Get High"
This one tells us to be happy with what we've got, rather than envying what others have. Just because someone has something you don't doesn't mean they've got it easier. "Better Than"
