This is the first time I've been told to shut up by my roommate! Okay, not necessarily in that negative connotation, but it feels good that my singing is actually loud enough. (I've been told many times that I'm too quiet and I should bring out my voice... but I don't want to bother anyone.)
I suppose after watching the Talent Show at Gaston Hall it got me in that mood to sing. I really love Ella Fitzgerald's voice. It's so beautiful and versatile. I was listening to "Somebody to Watch Over Me" by Ira and George Gershwin (<3) and it's gorgeous. I love the beginning where it is just the piano playing. The Gershwin brothers can always make me smile with their music and lyrics. Stunning! And plus, I can relate to the song.
"Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the key"
I wish I was able to be in some jazz ensemble but I don't think I am a good enough jazz singer and I am not so amazing at the drum set. I want to get better. I guess I should pencil in late-night practices at Foy Hall when I get back so I can amp up my skills!
But anyways, I think I should have performed at the Talent Show. You only live once right? But I wouldn't know what song to sing. After listening to Ella, I have some ideas for the next Talent Show that passes my way!
I can't believe that this is almost over. I don't know what I am going to do when I get home. I am really late but I should get my license. I feel like scheduling it now so I have something to work towards but I still have some time.
And wow this music is making me really smiley for some reason! On top of that, Brian is home and not at work so we're talking lots too! Boy I do miss my family. I even miss having my mom yell at me! haha
I should really type out my mock article that I wrote about myself. It's kind of depressing but considering the fact that I was sitting in a boring, three-hour economics class, I needed to wake up somehow. So why not release my creative juices on paper - rather than on minuscule numbers that I will NEVER use when I report. (If I ever do become a journalist...) I like this article because it has a deeper meaning. Like remember the days where your English teacher told you to read something and you had to analyze the story? It's kind of like that.
Spike told me that my recent blog entry (the one below this one haha) inspired her to write. I am happy that I can make a difference (?). I think blogs are a good output for people to release their emotions. It's like a diary, an electronic diary filled with wit, sarcasm, and a whole lotta heart. This is what you're getting in this blog, anyway.
