Thursday--
07/15/2004 07:00 p.m.
and I'm sitting at Cyndi's house listening to the Norah Jones song "Humble Me" for the thirteen-hundredth time. Her music is so beautiful-- can't get over it. I'm all decked out in my new bermuda shorts and green corduroy hat from old navy-- the poor people's banana republic. Was watching the ashlee simpson and wondering if I would ever really want to be a singer. I've never known a famous one personally, but it almost seems as if she doesn't appreciate it sometimes, as though it's supposed to happen and it's taken advantage of. Maybe I'm completely wrong- but I never want to get to that point. As frustrating and decomposing to my confidence it is at times, I always wish to struggle on my guitar and voice ability and general belief in my abilities. keeps me real
I am currently Cute
I am listening to norah jones- humble me