Do Not Touch!

Finally I have a medley for my song. It has a slow tempo and is quite good. In addition I have the lyrics written and they too are good. However I cannot fathom how to sing the lyrics with the medley. I have listened to many songs with a slow tempo. Most singers do not sing with the medley rather they sing quite differently. Yet it works well as an overall song. I wish there was a class I could take or a book I could read that unlocks some secret to how sing your own song.

Moving on… I would like one day to be fluent in seven different languages: French, Spanish, German, Korean, Greek, Japanese, and Latin. Technically if I knew all those languages I would actually know eight languages fluently. Hence English is my first language. I know most of you are wondering why I would want to learn these languages. One day I would like to travel to many different countries. Knowing these languages would make my visits to these countries easier. I want to learn Latin so that Antoinette and I could speak in Latin frequently. We can speak in Latin especially when we do not want others to know what we are talking about.

Onto another subject I had my body measured again this week. I held my breath the entire time. I had not been that committed to working out this past week. I was certain that I had gained weight. Fortunately I lost another 3 pounds! I was so excited that I hugged Antoinette!

That leads to another subject… I am very uncomfortable with touch. For instance I have known Antoinette for about 2 or 3 years now. I think it was only a couple months ago I hugged her for the first time. Why? Well I have forever been this way. It feels odd every time I express myself through touch. However once I have been friends with someone for an extensive time I will be more comfortable with it. However I only express emotions through touch sparingly even when I am comfortable. I know what most of you are thinking. How well did this go over with boyfriends? Every time they would try to hold my hand or hug me I would shy away. Yes they have all been persistent; which is normally the cue for me to end the relationship. Recently a coworker of mine asked me to sit in her lap. The word NO screamed in my subconscious. I knew at that moment my coworker had known what I was thinking. I did try to hide the answer from showing on my face. However I tried to hide it after it had briefly showed itself. I knew my face had shown the horrified expression when her smile faded. Seeing this made me feel a twinge of guilt. I told her “Umm… okay”. I did so for a brief second but I felt dreadfully awkward. I am very delighted she has not asked me to since. I do notice that she is encouraging me to be more susceptible to touch.

Aside from that…I will be moving soon. I am very Ecstatic about it. We just recently finished painting my bedroom (there are touch ups that are still needed, but mostly it is done).We painted it red. Apparently to paint your bedroom red is a huge No-No. Upon telling my mother about it she immediately made a disgusting face and replied, “RED for a bedroom?” I replied, “RED!” What is the issue? I for one like the color red. It is my second favorite color. Whenever I wear the color I feel bright, energetic, bold, and confident. My mother says the color will make me depressed. I highly doubt it. I think the color will make me feel fiery, determined, and ready to take on the world. This will make it an excellent color to wake up to every morning. Yet again, I ask what is terribly wrong with painting your bedroom red?