Free Fallin.

she's a good girl, loves her mama

loves Jesus.

and America too.

shes a good girl,

crazy bout elvis.

loves horses,

and her boyfriend too.

John Mayer's version of this is rediculous. before you keep reading. stop- and go listen to it. now. hes sick. oh, and yea, did i mention he went to Berklee?? (for a little ;] ) hmmpf. im finished with that plug for today. =]

"We should jam sometime" has been officially added to my vocabulary and daily conversation. tara and i sat with tara and mariah at a meeting this morning with the heads of the 4 departments, and sat next to a kid, Dan, who is here for guitar. nice guy. from Nashville. we talked for only a short while before those four words came from his mouth....how inevitable.

inevitability.... it really follows me. which, i suppose is completely reasonable, right? i've discovered that i have been completely submersed into a world which i was, in a way, running away from all my life until now. i am surrounded by music nerds. i'll try to explain...i'm not unthankful, it is an incredible thing to have people playing and singing, constantly, all around you, and you know they understand when you just start singing, loudly!, and then they join in with harmonies.... its a cool fit. a cool niche, to have this entire part of me finally feel a little more accepted, understood i suppose. music kids can be a different breed. but where the running away and inevitability comes in is with looking at the music itself.... one, theory is rediculous, which i found out today because i answered maaaaaybe 20 questions on my harmony/arranging exam? pfft. but there was a point in the day today where i was to the right of the piano, trying to nail down an alto 2 part with my friends, and realized that i was with the chorus kids. the band kids. and to be completely serious?- i hated it.i dont mean that in a stereotypical type of dislike....its just that i dont really find it fun to talk about augmented intervals and perfect 4ths, 5ths, ten billions, i dont even know.  i was never the girl to goof around with the choral director, or get in random clicks in class and start singing out pieces from the spring concert on thursday night, or debate which part was which, when it split from the other ones, or what beat went to what lyric.....i wasnt that kid. i'm the kid thats going to go back to high school and everyone's pants will fall to their ankles when they hear whatever it is that comes out of my mouth. im the kid that breezed through high school by talking a whole heck of a lot, and laughing... not the kid that did a whole lot of music, at least, not in school. but God wanted it that way, and He wants it this way now.

it's interesting to look back at the way my life has panned out. i didnt like chorus then, and honestly, i still i dont really like it now. i suppose it's more the idea that comes along with it. but let me tell you, Berklee is very quickly changing perspectives on anythign music. it's really an insanely awesome place for anyone who likes music. i realized that deciding to be with only the worship team really allowed me to expand, to explore, to sort of, come into my own. but i love to sing. i love music. i love when people learn and live through music. and that is all that matters. i will be stretched, and i am willing, i am exited. 

as for boston today, stinkin cold. biting cold. stings. like a million tiny little dust mites that magically grew pinchers, and they're all pinching your face at the same time. gooooooood times. also, im finally keeping my guitar in my hands as long as possible, and my left hand fingers are feelin it, so typing is a strange feeling. i mean, just FYI. 

i thought of the ACFers tonight.   7:46   8:16    9:27    ---the times i looked at the clock and pictured worship with the lights out... small group with the creepy old man and women staring at us from their frames on the walls, meghan and phils rediculously sarcastic banter, an empty noise which i realized was A-the lack of Phil's sarcasm to something stupid that i would have said, B-the lack of my noise/space filling banter that slips all to frequently from my mouth like word vomit, or C-on the way up to small group, Phil fell down the stairs, where he then knocked robbie down 3 flights, flew off the rail, into the drinking fountain, and caused a flood, and therefore no small groups.

ehh-havent decided yet. but i like the name carter, so maybe its c. 

loveyoubunchesbye!