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xaaraI really need to get out of this habit of posting here at one in the morning, but since most of my RL friends are in bed, I can't exactly talk to anyone. More specifically, I can't talk to anyone about the band we're starting, the band I proposed offhand and about which I am now inordinately excited. Of course, we don't really have a bass, but we do have an excellent guitar, and a wonderful female lead singer, and me on the drums, so with a little nudging we should be able to find someone else.
I know I already asked this of various people, but my band is looking for retro-ish songs from the 50s and 60s that aren't too difficult to perform with a very small group and that are written for or can be arranged for a female voice. If you have a suggestion, it would be most welcome. So far, we have as candidates a few Beatles songs, one or two Stones, a John Denver, and sundry 60s protest music.
Over the last few days I've been rather...I don't know how to describe it. I've wanted to touch people, to feel that they actually exist. It doesn't make sense to me, and sure as hell doesn't make sense to my friends, who know me as someone who's uncomfortable with most kinds of contact outside of the occasional hug or handshake. But for about a week, I've had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch my friends' forearms when I'm having conversations with them, to hug them when I greet them and hug them goodbye. It's a little strange, and almost feels like I've just been released back into society by some organization that held me in solitary confinement for far too long.
Okay, you can laugh at me now.
Anyway, the grind of school was made that much more monotonous by my recent taste of freedom. In the oh-so-eloquent profile words of one of my good friends:
LET ME GRADUATE!
I know I already asked this of various people, but my band is looking for retro-ish songs from the 50s and 60s that aren't too difficult to perform with a very small group and that are written for or can be arranged for a female voice. If you have a suggestion, it would be most welcome. So far, we have as candidates a few Beatles songs, one or two Stones, a John Denver, and sundry 60s protest music.
Over the last few days I've been rather...I don't know how to describe it. I've wanted to touch people, to feel that they actually exist. It doesn't make sense to me, and sure as hell doesn't make sense to my friends, who know me as someone who's uncomfortable with most kinds of contact outside of the occasional hug or handshake. But for about a week, I've had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch my friends' forearms when I'm having conversations with them, to hug them when I greet them and hug them goodbye. It's a little strange, and almost feels like I've just been released back into society by some organization that held me in solitary confinement for far too long.
Okay, you can laugh at me now.
Anyway, the grind of school was made that much more monotonous by my recent taste of freedom. In the oh-so-eloquent profile words of one of my good friends:
LET ME GRADUATE!
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Date: 2005-01-04 10:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-06 06:44 pm (UTC)Seriously, though, we should have a really good time.