Ice Breaker

I am at a weird stage of life right now. Nearly 20, I find myself in situations filled with older adults around me. Volunteering, working, what have you, there are people to whom I am used to calling sir, miss, Mr. _, Ms. _, or Mrs. _. You know, the formal stuff.

But now, these people are seemingly OK when I address them on a first name basis. It's like a name game for myself, determining if I should call them by their first name or a more proper name.

It's weird.

Egg beater! Chicken! Front, back, side turn!

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Do the Hustle.

Comission

So, last year at WFU I was supposed to make the sax shirts.

I never really got around to getting money from everyone and finalizing the design on time. It was a great concept, one which I hope to do this year instead.

I just need a comic-esque picture with a lot of creativity drawn and given to me before I leave on August 8th.

For why?

Sometimes, I feel like I need to blog, but I can't think of what to write. I have tons of ideas spilling forth from my mind, yet I don't feel like taking the time to type my thoughts.

I feel...unsure.

Ebb and Flow

So, my friend was right. I have been thinking of my conversational skills overall for some time now. I am a unique case: I would consider myself to be gregarious, but also shy. It takes me a while to feel comfortable around a person before I can open up to them. But, their first impression of me then was misleading overall.

I should play more music. It's universal, and I need to work on my bass clef reading in general. Maybe then I can talk through notes instead of my words. Conjure my thoughts in an altered form.

Conversations with me can sometimes abruptly end. What I feel is not an awkward silence actually is one for the other person(s) involved.

There is safety in numbers though. I see myself as the bassist that I am. I might not be at the forefront of the limelight, but I am missed when I am not there.