we are so fragile. we are our memories.
what if we couldn't depend on our memory? the only way we know things from the past is through our memories, but what if our memories were wrong. there's no way we would know unless someone told us different. but then their memory could be wrong too.
it must be a terrible thing, to begin to lose your memory. to have to lose faith in anything that you thought you knew.
i dunno, i just thought of this for some reason.
today some people said some very nice things to me.
1. "most women would kill for your hair" - random lady at work
2. "you're a pretty special guy. you're a cool person. stay cool." - debbie at work, today was her last day :(
3. "ur like a brother that i need" - dan
i'm blessed.
last night i was up late because i wrote out a long refuting argument to my old roomate josh. he stated that man is equal to god and he gave 4 proofs for his conclusion. God has been constantly reminding me that He is there, and i am so glad for that.
i want to promise that i'll have my song all recorded and posted by the end of next week, but we'll see. i added 4 more lines to it today to make it flow better. i'm going to record the guitar and voice separately and mix them together. since then there won't be video that matches both things, i may make a simple little "music video" out of it. but really, it will be simple.
i want to be done with this song so i can go past it.
i've had it stuck in my head lately. is that weird? to have your own song stuck in your head?
i'm getting healthier. i feel like my sickness is almost gone now, after 5 weeks. i don't have coughing fits, just little coughs here and there. maybe my physical sickness had something to do with what things were like for me mentally? eh, i think that's a stretch.
as a closing statement, i would highly encourage you to go listen to Thrice's new released track, titled Come All You Weary. it's on their myspace page www.myspace.com/thrice
lovely song, absolutely wonderful. they constantly prove to me why they are my favorite band.
farewell.
1 year ago
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