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|  After talking with my cousin I realized that perhaps this xaanga idea isn't so bad after all. I am talking with her and she is currently in Scotland traveling about. I mentioned to her traveling together, bc I adore traveling. I just love learning new things, and I don't mind living out of a suitcase. She loved the idea, and it would be a BLAST! I think she is the perfect travel buddy. She's on the same page as me about a lot of things. She also knows what it's like to grow up in my family and, even more importantly, what it's like to overcome the fears and insecurities that are associated with being a Brown. She, like myself, learned from the mistakes of our grandmother and our aunts, and we've learned to grab life by the balls and have fun.
I am currently at Bay View Music camp and it's going great! I finished the play last week and it was a huge success. many people have told me it was the best performance they have seen in bay view history! I got rave reviews from the local paper accrediting my "excellent stage presence and uncanny ability to change moods." Also, in an unrelated incident, I got great complements from a world famous soprano that came here to do a master-class. She told me that I have a great instrument and that I am doing everything right and to keep up the good work. She said that not many 20 year olds have a voice like mine, and she thinks i have great potential and will go very far!
Adding to the excitement, my dad told me that they sold the house they were building to fund my USC experience, meaning I will not come out of undergrad owing $45,000. AND that he would pay off my loans. I love my family, and life at this moment. Overall it has been a great week.
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| I am in a good mood now. Bc i am listening to sweet Cascada dance music and talking to my friends from mexico! I have a spanish exam tomorrow, but I dont really care that much. OH well. I also recieved many complements today on my looks. So thats fun. Time to go run now. The road to fitness is never ending! Patrick OUT! | | |
| So it has been almost a month since my last post. and i dont know why im doing this again, as all of 3 people will be reading it. Oh well.
I am kinda down tonight. I had to say goodbye to one of my friends tonight, bc she is leaving tomorrow and I wont see her again. It just hit me that I won't be here next year. And while im thrilled to be going to California, its hard to leave people behind. I dont know why its hard for me now. I went to mexico for a year and had to do it then, but then i think that was different because I knew i was coming back and I was distracted by the culture shock to really miss my friends while i was there. I am super busy this summer so I wont even get to spend time with them. Mainly AMT, Catherine, Deany Wienie, and Dan. I am torn between staying in-state and haning out with them, and going off and doing this music camp. I really need to be challenged musically but then I also want to see my friends more than twice a year. I know we will remain friends, bc i am good about calling people and maintaining long distance relationships, but i will miss hanging out with them. Oh well, such is growing up I suppose, especially in a career in which i travel so much, i guess i will have to get use to starting over. Im not worried though, I've got my friends to help me through...:)
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| This will suffice until i get enough energy to figure this xanga thing out. This is a poem that a girl sang tonight at her recital.
Tendrement Tenderly
D'un amour tendre et pur So that it may remind you
Afin qu'il vous souvienne, Of a tender pure love,
Voici mon coeur, Here is my heart,
Mon coeur tremblant, My trembling heart,
Mon pauvre coeur d'enfant My poor childlike heart
Et voici, pale fleur que vous fites eclore, And here a pale flower that you made bloom,
Mon ame qui se meurt de vous It's my soul which is dying for you
Et de vos yeux si doux. And your kindly eyes.
I dont think this is a sad poem. I think perhaps the writer's heart had been weakened from a previous love and he is handing it over to his loved one, the one that he would die for. Food for thought. | | |
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