Today Taylor's men's basketball team is going to be playing Grace College, which is in my home town. Actually, the campus is right across the street from my home church, which is the denomination that the college was founded on. I know quite a few people who go there. It includes most people from my youth group who either couldn't get away from Warsaw, or couldn't turn down a free college education (Vos&Nieter). I usually make the trip to see the game because it's funny to be there in a taylor shirt and hat while we kill them. It's also just as much incentive to stop by home on the way back to get some dinner and hang out with my parents for a few. However, I dont think im gonna go today. I'm still recovering from a bit of a cold and we just got a bunch of snow dumped on top of our ice last night.
So, yesterday afternoon Shorb came up to the floor and we weren't doing much of anything. I mentioned that I got a harmonica for christmas. He asked what key it was in and then told me to go get it. He proceded to play guitar on the couch while i attempted to play the harmonica along with it. I'm pretty sure it sounded awful (as people continued to poke their heads in from the hallway and give me a wierd look), but nate did a good job of attempting to make me think i played beautifully. And so, my attempts at musical expression continue to be exercises in futility. Tracy is gonna try to teach me the guitar over spring semester. I think i should tell her that if I can't figure out the harmonica, that she shouldn't have to waste her time trying to teach me the guitar. I think the musical part of my brain are just as small as the spanish language part.
I get pretty annoyed at people sometimes. I'm not talking about people in general. I'm speaking of individual people. And as I think about that, I wonder how selfish that must make me. I'm sure that, given enough time around someone, I will find myself annoyed at something sometime. I'm pretty sure that is evidence of a selfish spirit. Maybe it's tied more to being judgemental. I know I am that. Why do I posess such a critical spirit?
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i really did think you were pretty great and i wouldnt just say that. you were at least better than me. granted, that's not saying much when we're talking about the harmonica, but still, it's a good start. i think it's because you were cranky that day and had a lot of angst coming out and angst always helps when playing the harmonica.
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