I think we as people are oxymorons of ourselves, we have beliefs that we place on other people, but do not adhere by them ourselves.
Seeing your favorite artist perform with a collection of amazing artists is great.
Seeing her perform alone again that same night, and perform one of your favorite songs is not overload…just doubly amazing.
Sometimes, music says the things, answers the questions, or just makes up for what remains unsaid.
It’s amazing to realize how similar you are to someone.
Having stalkers isn’t cool.
Helping friends is.
Sometimes people take things that were not meant for them incorrectly. It’s not all about you all the time.
I understand people are hyped the NFL football is back, but preseason games (all sports) are meaningless games where you can lose players.
I realized that musically…I was amazed at the amount of, and diverse taste of music I have (now if I can get my assistant on board…she’s 23), my playlists are unbelievable!!!
I love the Braves.
My friends are all amazing, and really came through this weekend.
Sometimes sleeping away a day, is great.
Surprised that I’ve become very public, in a limited way, as of late (read foursquare), but have always considered myself a private person.
Hoping to get most of my stuff back on track.
Realizes that some people are who you thought they were…that not a bad thing.
Even with all bad music, it seems music keeps getting better.
The manuscript Blue Lines is the fictional coming of age narrative of a young California woman Key Yemaya Walker, and her 2 year growing journey through school, love, and life period piece, written by Kenneth Suffern, Jr., taking place at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill between the years of 1997 – 1998. Loosely based on true events, and experiences during that time, told through the eyes and voice of the main female protagonist, a freshman first attending the school.