Taking a Breather.

So I have a spare moment to blog! Things have been pretty crazy this past week. I had 6 chambers gigs in 4 days. I am rather sick of singing, I'll have you know. I love entertaining, but there comes a point where I feel like I could fall asleep standing up. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, but I guess I'll start with the positive. I've really been enjoying the company of my friends lately. Maybe it's bonding with my car buddies for chambers, but I don't feel like I want to crawl in a hole after the day is over.

I've been getting to know this guy, Jon, too. He burns me mix CD's and showed me the studio where his band records. The picture below is from Glendale Glitters. It was funny, we had just stopped for a potty break and I was sitting on the wall outside the bathroom. He comes out and sits next to me and asks "So, what do you wanna do now?" I said, "Well. I'd like to just go sit down somewhere" He says, "We are sitting down..." and I said "Yeah, but can we sit somewhere that's not in front of a restroom?" Hence the restroom sign behind us in the picture. Lol We also went to Starbucks one day and he told the barista his name was Zanzibar and I was his trusty sidekick Gretchen. So every time we get coffee we get Zanzibar and Gretchen written on our cups! He's just a blast to be around.

My friend, Amanda, and I are becoming better friends too. She's similar to me, but different enough to spark my interest. We have the best conversations. And I have all but one class with her this semester, so I hope she doesn't get sick of me! It helps she's in chambers too. She's my DJ in the car and my co-pilot when Ms. Rowe gets a little tricky driving. =]

Now for the other half of my thoughts: These people I've surrounded myself with are fantastic. They're talented, generous. They make smart decisions and know when to draw the line. The other day I heard about an old friend of mine in Utah that got busted at a desert Rave. She was on Ecstasy. She's in jail, can't post bail because her mom doesn't work. I feel bad, sure. I feel bad I can't help at all, and that I've lost touch and find it unbelievable that something like this can happen. But then in the back of my mind I am so grateful to have had the chance to get out. I'm so glad my Dad's job called for a change of scenery. Because I know I'm a smart kid. I've been smart my whole life. I make bad decisions sometimes, but nothing that would get me in that much trouble. What I wonder is if we would have stayed there, what would have happened to me? Would I be dragged into the wrong crowd? Would I have the same morals and principles as I do now? I'm glad I'll never have to find out. Because I love where I'm at. I'm very grateful. =]

Well, one extremely long post should tide my 2 viewers over for a while. =P I'll be back again when finals week is over and I've the chance to breathe again.

Love and fuzzies,
Hailey