I Was Born In a Holiday Inn

So, last sunday was my girlfriends 18th birthday and surprisingly went NOTHING like how I thought it was going to happen. If you know Amanda you'd know she's very independent and very.. eccentric. I expected that whole weekend to be just partying and clubbing and quite honestly just getting trashed but that week leading up was a weird one for us. Without disclosing a lot, we were just in a badbad funk of "failure-to-communicate." Well, she failed to communicate. Sunday rolled around and to my suprise she just wanted to be away from everyone. That morning I started on her homemade cake with homemade frosting- it was bound for success. After the beach that morning, I came home and told her to come over in a bit and I whipped up a 100% homemade pizza for dinner and then her 100% homemade cake. We laid in the hammock together and stared at the stars, smoking le deathblunt, talking shit about life, and we came back in the room, cuddled and watched all the Back To The Futures' before falling asleep at the very very early time of 8:30. It was just shocking but i'm glad it happened like that. It made a lot of things clear and me very happy.

I wish you, yes you, could meet my music professor. His name is Donald Wilner and he's a 40-year-old professor holding on to the relatively dying art of classical music. When he talks he's often just lost in words, constantly stumbling and not knowing what to say first. It's so humorous to hear him rant about kids and their loud obnoxious music now and how it would have never even become without Johann Bach, Wolfgang Mozart, Igor Stravinsky, etc. Sometimes when he plays music to illustrate a point in class he seems to be almost enthralled that he can't continue, that he mustn't continue or risk getting lost in it and losing the class in it as well. He gives us listening tests coupled with our multiple choice exam and I so often become lost in the music itself that I forget to memorize who orchestrated it in the first place. Some things i've come to learn about most composers is that: 1) They often had sex with other composers wives. 2) Music was an actual emotion to them. How artistic.

Come December 19th you can find me in Owasso, Oklahoma. Oh, the excitement. You know that pre-vacation jitter you get the day before the flight where you can't sleep? I'm getting that now. The memories to be had. On the 26th i'll make my way to New Jersey for another New Year with the Velazquez family going "ham" together.

Don't forget that there is still so much time left and that things rough now will soon smooth. Everything changes with growth, it's inevitable.

A self-portrait my friend made of me will be uploaded as soon as she finishes.