You're a women, we both know it's true by the things that I have done to you///

If I had more interesting things to write, trust me, I would. But, lately, I feel like I am in a rut of some sorts. I almost feel like more things should be happening to me but they just aren't.

I have become more and more inspired by music today, mostly the bands that I know and love in my little life. I have put on my mp3 player and listened to some of my favorite bands and just listened to the songs for once, ya know?... Listening to the words... Listening to the meanings within the lyrics... Listening to the sounds hidden beneath the guitar and bass and kick drum and symbols... Listening to the notes that each instrument makes and each musician makes the instrument make. I do that from time to time. I think I get it from my Dad. He is a musician. A bassist. He has been playing since he was a teenager... well over 30 years from the talks we have had on the subject. When ever we go to concerts, he likes to watch how the members play... Their style... Their technique. He says that it gives him more of in insight to the world of music and playing. So that's what I do sometimes; I notice it more when I am with Paul. I have caught myself drumming along to each song... Keeping up with the beat... Air Drums, if you will. Funny thing is that I have never played the drums in my life; my younger brother did... I must have picked it up by watching him.

Anyways, I lost track of what I was gonna write. Maybe it is for the best, if that makes any sense. I wish I had stuck with the guitar. I made the mistake of getting into it for the wrong reason... But I guess that is how it is supposed to be for little old me.

Ugh. Was this a rant? Or just my head writing exactly what is on my mind? If only I could write like this all the time!?!?!?! Fuck.