Obligations

First, i would like to say that the band concert last night was wonderful! And i'm not just saying that either. There were some gorgeous pieces performed admirably yesterday that really took you out of the world you knew and into someplace inspired by music. Forgetting, i call it. beautiful fine arts, like that band concert, can make you forget. Can take you elsewhere. Bravo, bandgeeks, bravo. Props to the brass. Those mello's and trumpets, man, they were awe inspiring, lemme' tell ya'...and i'm not just sayin' that either.

*sigh* Unfortunately, the majority of my night was not spent pondering the beauty of music, among other things... ;)..... but instead was making phone calls in regards to my wonderful ability to be the master of double booking myself. First off, i had intended not to go to the eighth grade concert because i had a very important rehearsal for a mass coming up but, as i was informed, a cappella was singing at that concert, besides the combined piece i mean, and i pretty much had to be there...so, as you can imagine, the choral director for this mass was not exactly happy with and, after what I made him realize, not too happy with himself. I seem to have sent him into a rather dramatic tailspin away from being, quite possibly, the most amazing church choral director ever...all because I couldn't keep my schedule straight...

And i can't do the limelight radio show because i have to get a job very soon if i intend on going to DIsney World this year...don't worry i emailed Brian last night about it...he's probably not very happy, but circumstance prevents me from making everyone happ all the time...

And throughout this entire endeavor, my mother has been there to remind that it is, in case there was any dispute about te matter, my fault that the choir is going to go downhill because i am not there, my fault that Limelight will not be very pleased with me, my fault that my integrity has been blemished, my fault that i haven't gotten a job yet, my fault that i can't keep my schedule straight.......all of which is true...but like i need one more person ramming it down my throat constantly.

I'm srry. I do hate venting...it really gets you nowhere in life...time to fix it

Wishing he had found the time to kiss her goodbye....damnit,

Nick