I nailed it! At least, I say that without actually having seen the video. I felt good about last week’s performance as well, and then painfully suffered through myself on Tuesday when I watched and listened to how flat I actually was. For now, though, having not seen the video, I feel like I nailed it!
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I firmly believe that. I want to talk for a minute about my new Guitar Buddy (I need to find a better pseudonym for him 
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It was several years ago when I first met him. He was my next-door neighbor and my brother, Chaos, introduced us. He was a good guy, we had certain things in common, but I never really got to know him all that well. We were pleasant and friendly, but I can’t say that we formed any kind of real connection. We exchanged numbers when he moved, with the promise of “we should get together and jam sometime”, but neither one of us ever called the other. It was just one of those things…
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So, tomorrow… for the open mic… now that I have a guitar player…
I’m going to be singing “Hook” by Blues Traveler, in addition to one of my originals.
I don’t know if I’ll make it through the entire song. I might just pass out. At rehearsal, they told me it was fine, I was good, “I couldn’t do that”, but… holy crap. This is one hell of a hard song.
I am a highly ambitious woman for even attempting this.
~FG };^>
I’m falling in. That pit of despair. I didn’t want to wake up this morning. Now that I’m up, I want to go back to bed. That looming, big, capital D word has washed over me out of the blue.
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It all started on September 24, 1993…
Twelve years ago today I lay in a hospital bed. I held my newborn son in my arms. He was 11 days late, per Dragonmaker’s wishes, *not* a Virgo
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Though I am still licking my wounds, talking about things to various people has helped immensely. When I got home from work yesterday, I cried a little on a friend’s shoulder, then hid in my room and cried a little more, then I took a nap.
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I guess I wouldn’t brush away the idea that I”m being oversensitive. I don’t know, but it really REALLY hurt. For someone that supportive to hurt me so deeply with what I can only assume was a flippant remark is hard to come to terms with.
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I have this one friend who, by rights, should be a whole lot cooler, hipper and having more fun than he actually is. It’s breaking my heart to watch him these days because I can see him turning into something that he really shouldn’t be, but I don’t know how to prevent it… I’m sure, actually, that _I_ can’t stop it. Either he will or he won’t.
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I am the type of person who simply has to have a plan for everything. When I don’t have a plan, I feel completely lost. My friends mock me for this, which isn’t surprising since for every situation, at least three or four times, I wind up saying “Ok, I have a plan,” or “Wanna hear my new plan?”
“Haha, ok, Fyre, you always have a plan… let’s hear this one.”
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Ok, now that I’ve recovered from the ridiculously late outing to the open mic, I’m ready to blogit.
Wednesday night, open mic night. Thought I was going to be hooking up with a fellow musician buddy of mine, but he seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet. None of my other friends decided to show up, so I was flying solo. I brought a notepad and figured, while there was no music happening (since I show up early to sign up and get a reasonable slot), I would work on my latest song (which I actually finished and is pretty damn good).
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