(this picture totally makes me nose look HUGE. no but seriously, I get it from my dad)okay, so it turns out that I'm better than I thought. why did it take me so long to do something about it? who knows... maybe I was shy. so I'm kind of a smidget "out there" and now I don't know what to do. I just realized that I haven't actually said what I'm talking about.
I sang a few of my songs as an opening for Don Amero's CD release party... and it turns out that poeple liked me even more than I like myself... I'm kidding, I like myself a lot. But the over-all response to my music and my performing was more than I ever expected and filled me with emotion and inspiration. anyway, it got me to thinking that I could (maybe) do more...
i'm happy, and a little scared, and a little nervous because I think I might actaully do something about it, but I don't know when I'm starting because I don't actually know where to start, but I really do thank all those that supported me, you believed in me before I even did. that was the longest sentence ever... cynthia and corrie are probably cringing... ha ha... well maybe not.
so, does this mean I'm a rockstar? (ha ha... a joke) what would you even call me? I don't even know the style in which I sing and play.... hhmmm... help me out.
I'm a little excited, a little sick and a little over-tired...
(it seems that I'm like that all the time with Nick and I don't know how he hasn't given up on me yet)
that comment was totally out of context. but it's sometimes hard to believe that he still loves me, even though I tell him what he already knows all the time and I constantly make fun of him, and I make him drive halfway across the city to see me all the time and get him to take me out for breakfast, lunch and dinner... and even though he does all that willingly, I still can't believe it, is that what you call love? I mean, not the fact that he's spending all this time and money on me, but the act of sacrifice? I don't know. I just know that I don't deserve it and I'm incredibly lucky to have a guy like him, even though he washes his car too often. I love him. Let it be known. (this is my pookie below, and even though his eyes are closed and my sunglasses are crooked, I still like the picture, mostly becuase it's one of two that I have. Does anybody else have any pictures of us?)
5 comments:
-we must be sure to take one. (a photo that is)
-you reminded me of chantal kreviawhatever--kinda a girl and her piano singing songs that make you think. or maybe norah whatsername.
-except better
Holy Moses, do I have pictures of you! I mean you and nick. Remember last weekend? I think I have about a hundred. I also have one of you and don...ha ha ha. Don's such a dork. Oh and your music 'type'? This is what I tell people, (because I tell a lot of people about my-awesome-sister-who-plays-piano-SO-well-and-writes-great-little-songs-that-I-wish-she-would-just-record-already):She plays piano based kinda 'popish' songs that are right from the heart. And then I tell them you are like a younger, cuter Chantel Kreviazuk. (michele's right)Except not married to a rock star. That's what I would call you.
by the way, joey and i love the top picture too. use it for your cd cover someday.
Will you still talk to me when you're famous? Because, I beleive you will be famous if you want to be.
Maybe he sticks with you and drives across the city for you because you're worth it and he likes you too.
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