Ultimate Knee Injury Frisbee

You know when you're playing a game really seriously? You're looking directly at the frisbee, about to make a long distance catch and suddenly, you step on an uneven field, your knee bends back, and you have to sit out and be in pain?

You don't know how that feels?

I fucking do.

I don't know what to do.

Really, I have hit a weird point in my life.

I'm not sure what I want anymore.

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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.