Why the hell am I here? Celtic group my ass. They play Celtic music, that does not make them Celtic. Truth be told, I avoid most public places these days. This fool lady is talking about "voices" coming from the drum. Aubrei--the girl sitting next to me--said,
"I must not've drank enough before coming to class."
UGH! This music is SO depressing! It reminds me of Last of the Mohicans when the lady jumps off the cliff. I always liked that movie...
Is there a reason I'm here? C'mon God, you are a merciful loving Father in Heaven, right? So why? Why am I here now? Is there something I'm supposed to learn from this miserable experience?
Aubrei just said this reminds her of Titanic. I feel like that. I am on this ship that's hit an iceberg. Surprisingly, it isn't sinking fast, but very, very slowly. So slowly I almost question it's inevitable fate. One thing I know for sure, I am suffocating already. If I don't get off soon I'll drown.
Screw this concert. I need air...
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Thank you for the heads up. I apologize for not getting back to you more quickly. I got the gist of the assignment.
I love Jenna. She perfectly embodies the struggle between perfect mormon girl and finding her own identity. I hope you continue "writing her" even after the class is finished. I would love to see how she evolves.
Ambie.
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