Yesterday's Grapes

I've been working on my album(s). I figured since I'm 20 now, I probably need to get this show on the road. I put the 25 songs that I've recorded so far (though only 3 out of that 25 are suitable for public hearing- I'm a perfectionist) onto my configuration flash drive, imported them all into iTunes, and have been listening to myself all afternoon. Turns out I'm one of my favorite artists. My sound is entirely my own, and I can relate to like- ALL THE LYRICS!
Does that make me arrogant?

Maybe.

So I need some cover art for my album "Close Only Counts". I should rephrase that: I need someone to take a sunny picture of me in a white dress with Errol Flynn*. Yes, I am actually connecting my face to my voice this time!

*Errol Flynn = the name of my Alvarez. You should start naming your favorite inanimate objects, too.

As far as a timetable for finishing recording, photoshoots, and marketing my product: my goal is this summer- right before my career smashes all of the creativity and free time out of me.

Sound good?
Yes.
That was a pun.
Just thought I should point that out.

In other news: LIFE IS GREAT!
I don't really feel 20, but I didn't really feel 19 either. Jacob asked me if it was going to be my 21st. This guy can seriously not keep up with numbers or time. For example, he thought Thanksgiving was in August. I kind of feel bad that I was the person that had to break it to him.

My life has gotten really epic and adventurous recently. I went to an opera last week, which was very atypical of me, but it was positively delightful dressing up for a night downtown. The opera itself? Far less delightful, yet still an adventure.

And then I've just been meeting and talking to people randomly. Here's a true story:
Last weekend, I went to the pool for swimming and tanning, or swanning, if you prefer. When I left the clubhouse, a black guy held open the door for me, so I said thank you and I walked away. So I’m walking back to my apartment, and I hear someone say, “You doing alright?” I thought it was the guy on the phone, but when I didn’t hear him say anything else, I turned around and he was actually talking to me.
Whoops.
“You’re talking to me? Yeah- I’m fine!”
And then he introduced himself as Stacy. And this is kind of bad, but sometimes I can’t understand what black people are saying. I think he mentioned something along the lines of exchanging numbers so that when “we” (meaning my wild self and my oh-so-gregarious roommates?) have parties, we can invite Stacy.
“Yeah, I don’t have parties.”
It’s true. Not since the SFC have I had parties.
I felt UBER lame saying it, though.

And another story:
I was drying dishes yesterday, and my African roommate comes and gets stuff out of the freezer and she says something like, "Do I hear you play music sometimes?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"I like hearing you- you have a pretty voice!"
And I was touched. Of course, I was drying dishes so I couldn't be too touched, but I mean, this girl can barely speak English and yet found a way to encourage me.
Awesome.

And then I'm doing super well in school- though I could swear it's the doing of my little green pencil. Either that thing is lucky, or I'm smart. And I know I'm not smart...

And then I have these awesome guy friends who will actually go OUT OF DOORS with me and DO things and they are smart and funny and DIFFERENT! And different in a good way not the your-haircut-is-different way. You know what I'm talking about.
And then there's the texting variable which has allowed most of this to take place...

Oh. My. Gosh. I am FINALLY enjoying college!
It only took me 2 YEARS, geeez.

I got yelled at for taking a long shower yesterday. Dad has now banned singing in the shower because it makes me dilly-dally. He is building me a pretty sweet sewing table, though, so it's the least I can do.

And he might not have been all wrong about the boy thing. Because after ruling out gay, married, and dementia (I love how that list juxtaposes all of those things) I explained the situation to him and he thinks it was a clarity issue, which makes sense, if you use boy logic.
Yes, boy logic.
The same kind of stuff that they used as reason in elementary school when all the taunting and pig-tail pulling meant that they liked you. And then again in high school when they would date your best friend in order to try to get to you (TRUE STORY, CORDOVA).
So that's what we're dealing with.
Boy logic.
It's brilliant.

Here's a little tidbit that I learned from Management:
Everyone brings a smile to your face;
some when they come, and some when they leave.

Also, my sister is HUGE:


















Next time I come home, I might just be an aunt.
Or, for some, an "ant", depending on from wherefore thou art.
Location, location, location.

And also lace,
T.T.