HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

I sing so much better when I'm not playing the guitar, which is strange. I've always been such a good multi-tasker. But it's true. My voice is boring when I sing while playing and half the time it's off key just a little. It sounds forced and unhappy and I don't like that. So, what is the solution...of course...a cappella music or a guitar player. IfI was a decent guitar player than I wouldn't care so much about how my voice sounded, but when all you have going for you is your voice, then you need to pay attention to the voice. So what would be the best of all possible worlds....a really great guitar player and a microphone.

I'm in the process of writing my first love story subplot...funny isn't it? What do I know about love stories that end well...oh wait, there's Viggo who is completely and utterly without reservation devoted to me. He sits on my bed all day with his big sword waiting for my return. We make love so much that I can hardly get my work done and I have to plead with him to stop looking at me with those dark, intent eyes...I have to read!! Maybe I'll write a song called "Falling In Love with the Poster Above MY Bed" and it would be a sad sad song and very silly.

Speaking of songs, I'm off to the contradancing musicians workshop with Leah soon. We are to be playing for the next one, but we have to learn about things like what kind of song to play during what kind of dance.

But I digress, I was talking about my love subplot. Okay, so this girl (and she is a girl still...21) starts a teaching job in the middle of nowhere Georgia and during her first teachers meeting on her first day, all they can do is stare at her and pronounce her last name wrong and then really slowly..Luh-pay-hee. Anyway, she's scared shitless and is regretting her decision to have eaten that morning. Anyway she rushes to bathroom in the librarian's office, behind the circulation desk and to the right next to the books on tape and overhead bulbs, and pukes her brains out. And then the slightly odd looking, awkward Media Specialist (HA!) goes in to check on her and....LOVE....wow, writing about makes me see how lame it sounds. Well, good. Oh, and you know what else, Novalee Nation was in love with the town Librarian Forney wasn't she. But I can't have him be another teacher. That's too Boston Public. He can't be the custodian. That's too Good Will Hunting (or Goodwill Hunting as Kayla and I call it). But he has to be there. He's got to become a part of her journey later on. But I have got a character that I really like named Daisy who is kinda a cross between LouAnn in the Bean Trees, Kayla, and this teacher I had in sixth grade who wore way too much makeup and was a little insane. She's fun.