Why do I ask Why?

Why do I say the things I say? Why do I do the things I do? Why do I write the things I write? Have the friends I have?

Ok, slow down matt, way down, one at a time. Why do I say the things I say? Recently I found myself on the Line... "But our keyboardest and drummer are only 12..." What am I thinking! I'm not thinking! Guys, honestly, I'm proud, yes, proud of those I play music with. One is that they put up with me, and my opinions. Two is that I really honestly think they ROCK! I can't think of a person I'd rather have play drums along with my guitaring right now than Abby. SHe has impressed me to no end with her speed and skill. And the keys? Whne someone can tell someone else what they want to hear, and that person will play it, that is awsome. I'm impressed with how fast Claudia took the basiks of what we were asking, and fit it in, and the ability to hear a melody. For the world, we may not be Beethoven, or Duncan Philips, or Elvis, but we are musicians, still. I say we look at the good, and forget any bad. Hey, we layed down a track, didn't we?

And this whole thing, everything, even Xanga, should be for GOD! The fun we have, the tears we cry, the friends we have. How? I don't always know.

We went to see Watter Horse tonight. It was good. I really liked it. Almost meritted a wet eye. Not that that is the judge for how good a movie is. Cars didn't wet an eye at all, and it was great. Neither did Incredibles, and it was better than Cars. Facing the Giants was like turning on a facet, and it is one of my favorites. Only girls can cry at movies??? HOW COME? HUH?

By the time I gott done writting this, You are Loved was over.

Why do I ask the things I'm ask? Why do I laugh at the things I laugh at? Why do I listen to the music I listen to? Draw the things I draw? Think certain things are pretty? Certain things, key word there, that doesn't include boys. All questions to be answered later.