Yo, I've decided to freestyle a blog
Sitting at my computer desk next to my dog
Did you know dog backwards is God?
I got skills that you wish you h..od??
Right now I'm running out of steam, as you can see
But I'm lean with the things that come outta me
I'm pretty sure that my freestylin' is ruthless
Betta get outta here before things get stupid
-Benjammin' Funkyfresh
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
From Hell It Came
If the title sounds like some cheesy 50's B-movie, that's probably because it is. But I'm not here to talk about some dumb movie I watched, I'm here to talk about this week. From hell it came. This week has probably been one of the most emotionally draining weeks I've had in a long time.
On Sunday I had to say goodbye to a friend whom I wasn't quite sure I would ever see again. We were friends and both liked each other and all, but we weren't extremely close, which is why I never thought I was gonna cry. I did.
Monday I decided to completely stop functioning. I continually kept breaking down and crying my eyes out, refused to go to work, and locked myself in my room most of the day. This was not just because I'm some emotionally immature brat that decided that one little thing is going to screw it up for everybody. I may have been acting like one at that point, but it was mostly because I had three really close friends leaving this week, and two of them were not coming back, and I didn't think I could handle it. This was not to mention the amount of people that were my friends that were leaving total, which brings it to about nine. I was seriously ready to die. Not to mention that because of all the melodrama that I was unable to see off a different friend who was leaving that evening.
I guess this is what happens after every graduation when you're a missionary, but there's no way in hell that I'm ever gonna get used to this.
Tuesday I forced myself to go back to work and wade through all the drudge. I was a little happier than before, only because if I didn't man up and handle this, it would definitely not just affect me. And then the inevitable: Tuesday night at ten o'clock at night, I took the trek to say goodbye to two people that have been huge parts of my life in the past year. Surprisingly enough, I had spent so much crying previously that no tear ever escaped my eyes.
Wednesday was more of the same, except there was none of it. Absolutely nothing. I had to cancel my piano lesson because of having to go to the immigration offices, and there was no Shakespeare club today. Not that I would have been able to make it with the amount of time spent there, which adds up to seven hours. Seven hours of doing pretty much nothing. Not that those snarky people behind the desk care.
There was also Bible study in the evening, which went over well except that I was reminded by my youth pastor that I was supposed to be leading worship this week. *groan* I mean, major groan. It's something that I love to do, but not now, please not now. Not to mention the fact that since the theme of youth group is 'B' night (don't ask) I was requested to try and play songs that start with B. -_-
Thursday was more of the same, except it ended with me frantically trying to get a band together for Friday. Which I failed at.
Friday I had my rescheduled piano lesson, and then had to hustle my butt over to the church to get ready for worship practice. Pretty much anything that could have gone wrong in that practice, did. We were going acoustic, and there was only one acoustic guitar to use between the two guitar players. That guitar only had five strings. We quickly restringed it and discovered that the new string would keep detuning. The keyboard player didn't have a proper keyboard to use; she had to use this miniscule twenty year old Korg that sounded awful, and we ended up leaving most of the songs we had planned on the cutting room floor. To top it off, our main back up singer got a really sore throat, and so I had to pull another singer at the last minute.
Despite all this adversity, that wasn't even the most disappointing part of the night. Because we had to pull in a new singer that different practice with us, the new song that we were playing, the one that I wrote, wasn't going to cut it. At least I've gotten positive feedback so far, but the only person that knows that I wrote it is my best friend, and me. Also on Friday, I had to say goodbye yet again, but at least she'll be coming back in a few months.
And there you have it. My week of hell. I just hope it doesn't decide to stretch itself out.
On Sunday I had to say goodbye to a friend whom I wasn't quite sure I would ever see again. We were friends and both liked each other and all, but we weren't extremely close, which is why I never thought I was gonna cry. I did.
Monday I decided to completely stop functioning. I continually kept breaking down and crying my eyes out, refused to go to work, and locked myself in my room most of the day. This was not just because I'm some emotionally immature brat that decided that one little thing is going to screw it up for everybody. I may have been acting like one at that point, but it was mostly because I had three really close friends leaving this week, and two of them were not coming back, and I didn't think I could handle it. This was not to mention the amount of people that were my friends that were leaving total, which brings it to about nine. I was seriously ready to die. Not to mention that because of all the melodrama that I was unable to see off a different friend who was leaving that evening.
I guess this is what happens after every graduation when you're a missionary, but there's no way in hell that I'm ever gonna get used to this.
Tuesday I forced myself to go back to work and wade through all the drudge. I was a little happier than before, only because if I didn't man up and handle this, it would definitely not just affect me. And then the inevitable: Tuesday night at ten o'clock at night, I took the trek to say goodbye to two people that have been huge parts of my life in the past year. Surprisingly enough, I had spent so much crying previously that no tear ever escaped my eyes.
Wednesday was more of the same, except there was none of it. Absolutely nothing. I had to cancel my piano lesson because of having to go to the immigration offices, and there was no Shakespeare club today. Not that I would have been able to make it with the amount of time spent there, which adds up to seven hours. Seven hours of doing pretty much nothing. Not that those snarky people behind the desk care.
There was also Bible study in the evening, which went over well except that I was reminded by my youth pastor that I was supposed to be leading worship this week. *groan* I mean, major groan. It's something that I love to do, but not now, please not now. Not to mention the fact that since the theme of youth group is 'B' night (don't ask) I was requested to try and play songs that start with B. -_-
Thursday was more of the same, except it ended with me frantically trying to get a band together for Friday. Which I failed at.
Friday I had my rescheduled piano lesson, and then had to hustle my butt over to the church to get ready for worship practice. Pretty much anything that could have gone wrong in that practice, did. We were going acoustic, and there was only one acoustic guitar to use between the two guitar players. That guitar only had five strings. We quickly restringed it and discovered that the new string would keep detuning. The keyboard player didn't have a proper keyboard to use; she had to use this miniscule twenty year old Korg that sounded awful, and we ended up leaving most of the songs we had planned on the cutting room floor. To top it off, our main back up singer got a really sore throat, and so I had to pull another singer at the last minute.
Despite all this adversity, that wasn't even the most disappointing part of the night. Because we had to pull in a new singer that different practice with us, the new song that we were playing, the one that I wrote, wasn't going to cut it. At least I've gotten positive feedback so far, but the only person that knows that I wrote it is my best friend, and me. Also on Friday, I had to say goodbye yet again, but at least she'll be coming back in a few months.
And there you have it. My week of hell. I just hope it doesn't decide to stretch itself out.
Monday, June 1, 2009
My dear friends.
It's time to face the facts: I really suck at updates.
I fail at life when it comes to writing snippets.
I hope you forgive me.
Spaghetti noodles.
I fail at life when it comes to writing snippets.
I hope you forgive me.
Spaghetti noodles.
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