If I'd Just Breathe

Good weekend, all around. Sunday, I stayed home pretty much all day, which is rare for me. I wound up going to a rock concert in the park that night. It wasn't shabby at all. This inspired me to go rescue my guitar from my aunt's house (I keep it there so I won't break it or lose it) and I spent the evening (the dusk hours) sitting on my porch, with my legs propped up on the rail, playing the few songs that I can play in their entirety. Now, I wasn't going to mention which songs exactly, for embarrassment purposes, but I suppose I will anyway, to make this more humorous. The two songs that I played that night, that I can play all off (that is, besides the errant strumming of half remembered tunes, and making things up) were: Michelle Branch's "Breathe" and FeFe Dobson's "Everything" (that was popular for five minutes last summer). Anyway, I was just messing around, seeing if I remembered how to play them, and sang them while doing this. There didn't appear to be anyone home on either side of my house, so I figured I was safe from anyone hearing me (a big factor for me). I probably messed around with stuff for an hour or so before the chilly night air, and the return of my neighbors caused me to go insidel I didn't really think anything more of it, until Monday morning, when I left the house. Taped to my rail was a note. It said "Nice playing. Nice singing. Nice."

*embarrassed*

I had bad dreams all weekend, but there had been something I was sort of worrying about tugging at the back of my brain. It was causing me to go without sleep (because I was staying awake to think about it from different angles) and to have bad dreams (the kind where someone you really care about says something like "I hate you and never want to see you again " kind of dreams. But that's all better now. Like it always is. I try to not worry about things when it comes to people. It just makes me crazy, so I try to avoid it, but sometimes I can't. Now, I quit though, and I was right, it was worthless to be worried about it. But you don't have any idea how happy I am that I worried for nothing rather than for something.

Monday, I spent most of the day, out in Ashland with one of my friends. Shopping at the town center, and just sort of wandering aimlessly. I was on a quest for birthday and mother's day gifts. Which I was elated to clear off my to buy list. Then, I came home, and did some geeky things to my computer, and avoided all contact with my mom. We also fought this morning. Oh well.

Wednesday I get to go home (or my hometown rather) and visit my best friend. Her birthday was the 30th. I'm really looking forward to that. I always get 'little kid' excited when I get to go home. It's really pathetic. The only bad thing is going after work means that by the time I get there, we wreak minor havoc and I come home, it'll be well after 2am. It's a good thing I open the store at 11. I wouldn't make it otherwise.