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.

Ultimate

The other day, I went to play a game of Ultimate Frisbee with some friends and friends of friends. When I got there, I wasn't sure what to expect. My ultimate playing at WFU was extremely competitive, with a majority of the people wearing cleats, everyone stretching and warming up, intense passes and catches, always running, and high energy.

This was...a little less intense. I was expecting a more laid back and friendly game of ultimate, whereas this was more like a 6/10 on the competitive scale. My girlfriend who came along was expecting a 3/10, which is what was described to me.

She left early, but that's OK. We ate at Fire Bowl for dinner. If we had been on the same team, she probably would have enjoyed the game a lot more. Things just go that way sometimes, I guess. At least she wasn't turned off of the game. But it could have gone better.

It was still fun for me.

Musings on 16-bit

I recently saw a comic relating to the Street Fighter series. I've always been more of a Mortal Kombat fan, but there is one response that I have to SF.


With that, I guess I should note that I still play too many video games. Currently, Rock Band 2, Guitar Hero (3,4,M), SSB Brawl, MadWorld and other Wii games. But I feel accomplished because I did some touch-up painting on my Eldar and Tyranids. Good stuff.

Flawless victory.