One Sweet World, Dave Matthews Band

I love live music. There is something about being caught up in the moment at a concert or even just your best friend playing the guitar every night.
Is it one sweet world? Really? Who really knows?
A thousand thoughts are racing through my head.
Dave's voice is so peaceful. I love listening to him while I study. It makes me focus on the things I need to do.
This weekend I am going to be seeing Dave live in Dallas. It kind of sucks because I have a final at 7:30 in the morning and then I have to make the 5 1/2 hour drive to Dallas. Then the next morning I have to wake up and come back Sunday. It is going to be a terribly fast trip. But hey - I get to enjoy some great live music.
I find myself trying to write to the beat of the music but it doesn't work. I constantly have to pause and think, damn this isn't right. Who cares.
The Lakers and Jazz are playing and for some reason, I looked up and saw PDiddy on the screen. What a way to ruin my concentration. And now Jack Nicholson. There is something about him. Creepy maybe? Ever since that movie with him and Diane Keaton (Something's gotta give) he has creeped me out. Him and all of his young girlfriends are quite disturbing. What a horrible subject to start ranting about....
Damn now the song is ending and I have lost total concentration. Why are there so many distractions? Sometimes I try to trace back things that I started thinking about and can never remember where they come from. Minds move too quickly. Half time - Lakers are up by 13 and are going to win the series.

6 Word Memoir

1. It's time to go, say goodbye.
2. Please, shut the door behind you.
3. That was then, this is now.
4. Fast cars and freedom, nobody's watching.
5. Tequila, Tequila, Tequila, please no more.

Essay 4

I am going to do the quest narrative. I have an idea of what I am going to write about and think this is the best format for me. I like to make things very organized and chronological so the quest narrative fits me. Also I am very analytical of myself and think this would be the most effective writing format.

September 11

High School was still new to me. I was a freshman and had no idea what to do every morning. Who was I going to talk to when my parents dropped me off? Where was I going to stand? Where was I going to fit in? Questions that every freshmen get as they are starting high school. On September 11 I decided to go straight to class to ask my teacher a few questions - biology was never my thing. I walked in and he is staring at the TV. Class didn't start till 9:30, so no one was in there. Tears started dripping down his face. I looked at the TV and it was utter chaos. I wasn't familiar with the World Trade Center buildings in NYC and he began to explain everything to me. Students began rolling in and others were being picked up from school already.
The rest of the day was quiet. The TV's stayed on all week. Rumors surfaced. The biggest one of them all was the next terrorist attack was going to be in Texas - on President Bush's land. It is kind of obscure to think of this now, but it was feared in young Americans in Texas. Of course, none of us knew what was ultimately going on. There was no information yet and as far as we could see, anything this insane could happen.
At the end of the day, I realized it didn't matter who I was going to talk to or where I was goign to stand. There were bigger problems in the world to fear - Not my social interaction at 15.