I still have calluses on the bottom of my feet from dance.
I haven’t danced in two years.
I got my TOMS in the mail today.
They’re beautiful! :D
I took a bunch of notes for a really funny entry but I don’t really feel up to it right now.
RANDOM, RANDOM, RANDOM, RANDOM.
I want a hug.
Tomorrow I will rise and praise God.
Tomorrow will be hard.
Tomorrow will be heartbreaking.
Tomorrow I will praise God.
Tonight, I lay down and praise God.
With every breath I have, I praise God.
He deserves praise always.
- Someone stole chips.
- The computer froze up.
- It was extremely busy.
- We ran out of green peppers.
- I was cussed out over the phone for lack of green peppers.
- I cried (a lot).
- Almost threw up from crying so much.
- Someone left the store in the middle of their order.
- The count said I was missing 97 pieces of bread.
- The count said I was over $900….
- I dropped my car keys in a trash bag.
- I had to fish said car keys out of said trash bag.
Overall, a pretty great day as a sandwich artist.
I’m thankful to have a job.
God is amazing through everything.
This is the story behind my favorite organization “To Write Love On Her Arms” as it was originally posted on the To Write Love On Her Arms myspace page on March 11, 2006. Today, TWLOHA is a non-profit movement dedicated to presenting hope and finding help for those struggling with depression, addiction, self-injury and suicide. TWLOHA exists to encourage, inform, inspire, and also to invest directly into treatment and recovery.
It all started with one story.
Your story is important too.
Visit www.twloha.com for more information.
I’ve decided that I’m going to begin a new blogging segment entitled, “Introduction to the mind of Hope Lewis”
This particular idea sprung forth while I was in intro to film class today.
Mind you, all of the following statements are usually things that cross my mind during class on a daily basis, I just finally took the initiative to write them down (and it also makes it look like I’m a diligent student taking lots of notes).
Let the madness begin.
It’s really hard for me to remember things. However, whenever I suffer from insomnia (like I am now), I begin to remember the most random things from my past. Most of the time, they aren’t good things, but on this occasion, I’ve remembered something quite amusing.
I’ve always been really interested in music.
From a young age, I sang ALL THE TIME. This is annoying to most. In elementary school, I often begged my parents for a drum kit (I still haven’t relented on this one), and I took interest in the piano at around 10.
Because I was foolish, I refused piano lessons when they were offered once (I still regret that decision).
I still began to fool around with the piano.
In middle school, I joined band and began to play clarinet. This is where my journey in music theory began and I could actually read music.
The first band I was ever in was an all girl band called The Essence of Punk. I was in the 7th grade. The band already had a lead singer (which is what my initial route was) but because I really wanted to be cool and be in a band I attempted to play the keys and sing background vocals (even though I’m just now beginning to discover how to harmonize correctly to this very day).
We decided our first show would be the school talent show. The lead singer was quite the song writer so we decided to perform an original piece. I even composed a very simply melody for the song on the piano (I didn’t know what chord was in those days).
The drummer was awesome, she even played in the school band.
I was the weakest link. I piano-player-wannabe.
The talent show began. I sucked.
I was so embarrassed after playing in front of our fellow 7th graders, when my band mates asked me to play again for the 8th graders, I refused. I was a wimp.
In the 9th grade,
my shame had worn off a little and I decided I was going to make things right and start things anew.
So, this meant I would sing lead vocals (because it’s the only thing I knew how to do). So I began to form the workings of a band.
I thought all you needed was a cool name.
So, being my 14 year old self, I decided that “Unlimited Obscurity” was a safe bet for your sterotypical, soon-to-be-star-bound, teenage, punk band.
We never had a single band meeting.
I was never the organizational type.
About a two years later, we tried to pick things up again, we even made a myspace for our band (God help me, if it still exists somewhere). I can’t remember if we renamed the band for the myspace. But, I do remember at that point I was a guitar-playing-wannabe and said I would play guitar for the band (even though I only knew about 3 chords).
And that, my friends, is a brief summary of my failed music career.
I know how to play bass guitar now (I didn’t even know what a bass guitar was when I was 14).
But hey, I’m definitely still willing to learn piano from anyone who’s offereing.
I would still like a drum kit, and if someone wants to teach me how to play that, I would be eternally grateful.
The guitar? I’ve tried several times but currently don’t own a guitar and only know about 5 chords.