Wow, it’s been a while since I wrote. But, I’ve been feeling a little better since my grandfather’s memorial service. I know he’s happy to be out of pain and suffering, and knows each and every one of us is doing okay, and knows that we love him very much. The last time he asked me what I wanted to be, it was a music teacher, and I’ve been having my doubts about it over the years, but now I think I really, really want to do it.
Lewis Black was really fun, and the seats were to die for! He was great and energetic, but I felt really bad because I really didn’t laugh that much. I really only laughed once, because, hell, I was distracted. I felt really bad because Jon and his family included me, and I felt really bad that I didn’t show how much I appreciated it by laughing my ass off. Instead, I thanked them a lot for that, and that I was sorry I didn’t enjoy it like I should have.
I’ve been feeling really inspired because today, we’re going to New York City. I love the city because despite all it’s grayness and industrial exterior, it’s a beautiful place. Jon got Yankee tickets as an early birthday present with his father, and since his mother and I aren’t fans of baseball, we’re going to wander around the city and see Mama Mia on Broadway. We’re staying until Thursday and leaving late tonight because tonight I have to teach (Jon and his parents also teach) and early Thursday to get back in time to teach. I’m bringing my camera because when I went there last with my old camera, the pictures I took didn’t turn out so well, and I think now that I have better knowledge of my new camera and photography in general, I think it’ll be fine.
It’ll be good for me because I’m starting to feel that sinking feeling of not being motivated… again. I don’t know of any good books to read, or else I would read one. I want to write something profound and for myself, but I can’t. I can’t even put up pictures I’ve taken over the summer thus far because there is no photo software on Jon’s computer. I haven’t seen my family since the memorial service, I haven’t seen my best friend in about a month, and I haven’t picked up my flute in about a week. I want to feel proud of myself for doing a lot of productive things over the summer… but what is it really truly worth?
Who knows, maybe I’ll feel better when I come back from the City.
Oh, and on two positive notes: It’s the start of Shark Week…. and
DARK KNIGHT IS AMAZING!
DARK KNIGHT IS THE BEST DAMN MOVIE EVER. AND SHARK WEEK RULES. AND I AM JEALOUS THAT YOU ARE SEEING MAMA MIA. AND I MISS YOU LEIK WOA, DAMMIT. THIS IS CAPSLOCK OF WOE!
Watching shark week you would think that a reef shark is the most dangerous creature in the world. I can tell you this – they are great fun to photograph. I invite you to check out some of my photos.
And when watching shark week, keep in mind that whenever they shoot a video of a person inside the shark cage, there is a videographer outside the cage getting that footage. The sharks are not as dangerous as they portray for ratings.