Angel Of Music

My recital was last night, and I actually played really well...if I do say so myself.

Not only did I play the Horn, but I accompanied a singer on the piano. I also turned pages and sang in a men's choir. That should be my last solo performance for the semester, and I'm really glad that its over with. I guess I'm earning the title of Angel of Music.

I've been so busy lately and have hardly had any time for any fun. Hopefully, I'll be able to have tons of fun this summer to make up for all the time lost during this semester. Summer is only four weeks away, and I can't wait! It will be so good to be home for awhile. I know I say it every time we have a break, but maybe I'll get to see some old friends....

I couldn't let today's post go by without mentioning the death of Terry Schiavo. Seeing all this unfold before me, I am constantly reminded of how valuable life is. I want to try my best to live each day to its fullest. I want to tell my friends and family how much I care, just in case I don't get to see or talk to them again. Maybe we should all try to do the same.

I just love to find sweet messages left for me when I come in from a hard day at school. I'm absolutely thrilled when someone sends me a message or changes my wall on facebook. I love getting e-mail. It's the little things in life that make the big things great.

So what are you waiting for? Go ahead. Live! This is the only life you get, you better not waste a second of it....

"My life has a superb cast and an excellent setting. The lighting is superb, and the score is award-winning. The special effects are decent, and the Author amazing! The only thing I'm having trouble with is the plot...."
~Jeffrey Lazenby

Ok. So Now I'm Confused

Within the past hour or so, I've had two of the most confusing online conversations.

The first, was a question of Appalachian's Core Curriculum. No one has ever asked me about that. Of course, I'm left with all kinds of questions as to why someone who is going to another college wants to know about our core. So that confused me...

Then, while that conversation was going on, I'm messaged with the most out-of-nowhere, left field outlook on love. I have no idea what brought it on, nor do I know why she sent it to me. It was three statements, and that's it. After those three statements, it was a quick goodbye, and then she signed off. Now that's going to keep me up tonight....

So I go to bed tonight confused. Two short conversations that leave me with more questions than answers. This week appears to be off to a great start.

"If confusion is the first step to knowledge, I must be a genius."
~Larry Lessiner

A Music Major Lives Upstairs

It's quite disappointing to find that you spend so much time, and invest so much emotionally with a person, only to find that you've basically gotten nowhere. So what do I do now....

One day, I'm going to write a play, or a book, or movie, or something...about all the things behind the scenes of my life. All the times I spend chasing after people, only to have others take shortcuts and beat me to them.

I'll be sure to include my triumphs as a Drum Major at EBHS. All the success I had there, the happiness I seemed to have. Of course, I'll show the part that no one else saw. The part where I sat in my room, with my uniform and my music, so sad because there was no one to share it with.

I'll be sure to include the countless hours I've spent online, pining after some female. Only to get to that good friend stage, and never be able to take it the next step. I'll be sure to include the times that I felt like I was really getting somewhere, only to find that I've gotten nowhere.

The play will be a comedy, simply because I cannot bring myself to fully eliminate the image that I've created for myself. It's hard to be happy all the time, but I do it anyway, because I live to see other people happy. Maybe that's my downfall..that in an effort to see others happy, I neglect my own happiness.

I think I'll leave you with a line I've created for the play.....

"Come back? I've been chasing after you for years, and all I've gotten is tired. You know what? I'm tired of chasing after you...if you want me, you're going to have to chase after me. Now, I'm going to turn and walk away, and I hope and pray that I'll hear your footsteps following after me. If not, I'm glad I got to be your angel, for at least a little while...."

My name is Jeffrey Lazenby, I'm a music major, and I live upstairs....