Lately, I've been feeling supressed. No apparent reason to, I just do.

Went to a dinner/house party at C's this afternoon. Strangely enough, the puerto rican household was filled with three other families who were achingly filipino.

Sis and I retreated into C's room where we practiced our songs. Forgot to get the acoustic with the plug in it so I had to rig a mic to the strings to let it sound... Not like you could hear me when I did bring the other acoustic.

C's mom kept teasing me about saying how she overheard me calling her voice "scary" on the phone about a week ago. But, the whole matter was smoothed over when I apologized and she said that she only took it in stride.

Went on the computer later to show people the jesus dance page (which, if you're crazy enough to go, is here) and Sean IM'd me. After a very long time of non-communication. 'Twas fun the short conversation we had; discussing the qualities of working at Target (him arguing for, I against).

Eventually, after approximately 6 hours spent at their place, my family went home. Of course, we had to spent 30 minutes of the aforementioned 6 hours saying goodbye. I swear, it's a filipino thing; we're always the last to leave a party, and when we do we have a conversation to say goodbye.

Later, during the drive home my dad was telling us some bits and pieces about their conversations with C's parents. They were telling us how C had a really good singing voice, but she never wants people to listen to her sing... Personally, if I had the power of voice I would want everyone to listen to me, but that's my histronic side speaking. And I would be singing more, but the trials of puberty have ruined my range and control so I can't sing like the castrati like I used to.

A moment like that makes you wonder how much you really know about your friends. I know that all of my friends have some sort of talent (otherwise I wouldn't want to be around them) but most have hidden talents that I hadn't realized until I've known them better. To be completely honest, I didn't become good friends with C till we had summerschool together (yes, summerschool can forge strong bonds, huh sarah). Just goes to show that you really don't know people except for the things that you hear about them.

Mmm... Michael Raine Maida you are an effing sex-rock god! (listening to my OLP songs)