MY FIRST B+!!!

                                        The Definition of Ivory Keys
         Life as always been immersed in sound. All over the world there is noise that projects into the ears of huddled masses. It is this constant sound that is absorbed and simply assumed that it's just apart of normal life, like something that is alwaysjust there. This is approach to sound is a way to display how we truly take for grnated the power of sound.
        Many pass through life hearing, but not truly listening. When you listen you have to get inside the noise. Make every aspect of the the sound surround you so that you can see the inside of it. It is when you are inside the sounf theat you can truly understand it and actually see it for what it actually is.
       For as long as I can remember sound has never been just that to me. No matter what was happening the sound created always had a meaning, wheter it was my brother making the hissing noise from Aliens or the simple banging of pots as a subsitution of drums. That simple meaning of what sound was developed deeper as I grew in this desire to learn how to play the piano.
       Physically the piano is just a wooden box. Inside it holds silky glass-like keys made of ivory. In many ways there is an inequality within between the black and white, but no one really seems to mind. Sometimes the wood is carved decortively making it beautiful so you can put it in the front window, where the sun shines in and illuminates the keeys. Sitting there it becomes the center of attention. Looked at, but never really played the way it should be.
        In time the piano ends up just sitting there waiting for a chance. It waits for just a slight peak of interest by someone, for it is in that one peak there is opportunity for it to fulfill its purpose. In time however theat peak fades. Times changes everything including the piano. It soon becomes old as the white ivory keys fade tan and begin to stick. The wood chips and warps in the sun. The beautiful sound that it once made also turns as the strings loosen out of tune.
       This when a sinlge huma body sitsdown at its seat and strikes a single key. It is in that instant that everything in the room changes: the mood, the sound, the reason for being there. Sound is created and soon people are listening to see what happens next, like its a great mystery waiting to be solved.
       Music in that manner has the most simple and complex approach. Every song ever written, wheter it is a half a hour or three mintues, was created for the purpose of explaining something. THe greates thing is that one song could be listened to by ten people and be seen through a wade range of interpertation. The piano is just on instrument that opens doors for creation and interpertation. I have always loved this one instrusment, but I have never known how to really play until now.
       I know every key and their individual sound. I memorized them when I was little and would go to the music store with my brother. He would always need strings for his guitar and when he wasn't looking I would wander to the piano section. I always had this strange passion to learn and now ten years later I finally took the initiative to do what Ii always desired.
        In my heart I dreamed of making music that would bring life to all the worlds  I have ever writtend and hidden away. The piano would be my outlet of emotion and sentiment, but the first thing that came out of it was nothing close to what would be called music. To put it bluntly, I sucked and I hated it.
         It didn't help that the keys were actually out of tune, but I didn't stop. I would practice an hour every day and two hours on the weekend. All I kep on thinking was of the entire time was of all the famous piantist that I had seen. Their fingers always seemed to float over the keys as if it took no effort to do what they did. FOr them it was something very typical to play and automatically make music. For me it was more along the lines of magical if I just hit the right keys.
        Over time I improved though. My fingers got faster and my brain adapted to the idea of chrods. Slight improvement are just what I kept my mind on, because if I don't then all I will have are the bad days. Thise days when my fingers wouldn't do what I wanted as if they had a life of their own. In my mind they were like curious little children too eager for something to come, so they would ruin it enitrely. To steady myself off I would just think of everything I wanted for this one thing, this one instrument.
         That thing I wanted was music, at least one good song so that I could say I tried. Even if it was only for one monthat least I attempted something that others would just call to simple to be extradinary. They were all wrong though. Anything ever attempted is something extroardinary, even if it doesn't include climbing Mount Everest. What I am attempting is my own personal feat.
         It is sound in the simples and most complex manner. It surrounds us everyday. In many ways it defines the mood of a room and is absorbed by those listening. For the simple listener who simply hears what is there, sound is created and nothing more. FOr people like me, sound is something that defines. Sitting down at the piano everyday defines me no matter how simple the feat may seem. The keys I play on explain everything that you can't read or simply understand. Once I get the definition right you will truly hear the song.

DEAR MR. MAYER

Dear Mr Mayer,
I have been waiting so long for a new album, that when it came out I went to Best Buy as soon as I could. I bought, and sat down with the lyric book to listen to it. I was intent and certain I was destined to fall in love with your voice all over again.
And like every other album before (including your live album, which I have to say I downloaded illegally..sorry) it was amazing. You never fall short of surprising me with your abilities to write some that makes me say wow. In this album u had some pretty good solful guitar solos which was a slight change.
One thing I do have to say to you Mr. Mayer is whay are you so fucking depressed? Listening to your mellow album makes me ask, "Where is my sassy John that wrote music that I would dance around my room with?" This album is all about heart ache which I can relate too, but I don't want to relive. So while I understand the creative process and you have to get this out of your system, but please. Some things you just don't tell your audience. Some things just get hung in the closet forever. Some of this should have just been hung in the closet, atleast for now.
Don't get dicouraged though. I still love your voice and your music. I still love your music. I just hope heart ache doesn't strick you again for the sake of many things, includig your music.
Sincerely,
A girl

I'm BLack

I discovered that i'm black. I just have deep roots in the black culture I guess. maybe in my last life I was balck..THat would be cool cause sometimes being white gets boring.

Seriously though I bacame black the day i walked into the hair salon on the 4 floor of the white plains gallerina and told the lady do me black. i think it was like the first time in my whole life that my mom didn't do my hair which was kidda freaky cause i didn't exactly trust the hairdresser but oh well. it came out cool.
the first day was awesome to cause he made it so freakin pin straight that I had spider bangs lol...it was freaky i looked so goth lol i was tempted to go to hot topic and buy a bunch of crap but after the hair i was broke and late for dinner lol
some people don't like it and think its to bark...but hello its balc its suppose to be..black is dark!!! lol..but no matter what u say i like the change. its different for a while..and its not like my hair is falling out anymore than usual. lol...so it isn't the end of the world no matter ho many people say ewww
get a life...or a new color.
i find getting a new color can help lol

Sacred Heart Revistied

High school is four years. Four years of papers, assignments, dances,a nd just general crap. By the last year you just want to get out and you don't give a dam!! All emotion is lost because you have been there for soo long. You don't want to take the typically high school shit anymore, so you go to college.
The day you get there you miss it. You miss the assignments, papers, and dances. You miss the spirit day and everything else they throw you. You regret ever hating it. Then you become fastinated with it and even the idea of going back. And if you are like me, you do go back.
Which is a good thing. I beleive everyone should go back to their high school. Its a chance for you to see everything again, and realize it all over again. You realize that you can't be there. You don't belong there.
The high school I know and love isn't there anymore. That is because the high school I know and love includes the people that made it the most enjoyable for me. My friends was the reason that high school was what it was. Ever discussion, arguement or just silly idea came around because of them. If it wasn't them then it was our class...which rocked ass.lol  We were a family rise or fall! and that was the greatest thing.

With out that element. Without everyone there it's different, almost spooky. Its bad to see it that way almost, but good at the same time. Its bad because in your heart u just want to remember it for the good times that you had. Its good though too cause you know it won't be the same. the good memories you will just have to carry with you.

So I will just carry them along with everything else I have in my backpack to class every single day.