so many beautiful landscapes... rolling hills, sky as far as the eye can see, old barnes... dry river beds that carve through the hils... old windmills... then in colorado the hills seems to change, once you get past the flat part that's just like western kansas... the scrub-bruch dots the landscape, ranches with horses are everywhere, train tracks with stone bridges built in 1886, and then the mountains...
*sigh*
would that i could pitch a tent on one of those hills and live there.
and the silhouette of the mountains when the sun is almost down, the sky is dark blue, and the mountains are a black outlined with whisps of lighter blue that's reflecting the sun...
haha, and in one town i saw THREE of my favorite model of toyota tacoma.
we ate dinner at out piano player's house...
home made bread...
great scot, i must make home made bread when i have my own house.
and the apple pie...
and being introduced to strawberry rhubarb pie...
words do not express the magnitude of the magic those three things produced.
the yuppie in my was satisfied with the amount of camping stores...
i never get to go camping, hiking, cycling... i hope i can one day... i dearly do...
living here would be nice... the house i ate at and the house i'm at now are the nice housing developments... ones where you actually have a yard and the houses do not all look identical.
i suppose with my house being as it is i can't help but be weird about what houses i like and what i don't...
great scot this house is nice...
the youth pastor i'm staying with is very nice, has a nice family and great dog. i'm surprised a youth pastor can afford a house like this... then again, the church is huge...
i'm just rambling.
suppose i've just had a lot of time and nothing particular to think about.
yet the amount of housing developments, commercial landlots, so many signs saying that people are developing and building... it's hypocritical as i think it's be wonderful to build a house right on one of those hills, yet it's just... suppose there's plenty of land to go around.
i have no idea what i'm saying.
i haven't talked to much of anyone today... some at dinner...
driving around the city from the house we ate at to the church we're performing at (that has a max. occupancy larger than the population of my home town) was nice, listening to music, seeing the lights, the mountain silhouette... always a good place for me.
practice went well..
... yet being told to look over my music tonight by one of the trumpet players/sponsers with the skater-wannabe dressed trombone player saying 'yeah! work on it. don't give me that, just work on it!' didn't help... it's hard to go over a bass part, especially without my bass and when i mostly have a lot of chord changes to roll through... i do need to look at 'crown you with praise...'
yeah, introvert corner.
*random
i want to build a blanket fort...
my room mate and i were going to build one...
but she built one with her friends...
so...
i'll have to do that sometime on my own.
i really need to keep that notepad with whatever fleeting thoughts i may have. so many today with the scenery... and music i was listening to... and i'm typing about nothing...
i hate blogging with no purpose...
but i have no one to talk to... so...
yeah.
pointless...
i seldom posted on here before this whole ordeal because i would only post when i had an actual idea... now i'm just...
posting as pointlessly as i feel.
'perks of being a wallflower' indeed... but you grow up fast by observing life, learning through others...
sometimes i regret God making people need other people.
yet it's not my place, i'm in no position to try and say that.
and it's not that i don't like people...
it would just be easier if i didn't need them, then i wouldn't have a second thought about all the time i spend on my own, the last time i was appreciated, or what others thought of me.
but that wouldn't be good...
too much INTJ and randian concept i suppose.
yet the lack of needing people wouldn't create a lack of feeling...
i always distinctly remember times i'm very much appreciated... and with any real compliment i may not know what to do but it means so much... track coach that one time... the judge at that band clinic sophomore year... my outstanding senior award... the first director of the musical i just got done with believing in me... my drama teacher junior year of high school believing in me oh so much... my spanish teacher for three years understanding me with my grades and obsession over getting good ones... if i got a bad test score she'd be there for me... that one guy i'm forgetting ever liked me that way... who thought too well of me and was proved wrong...
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