Who turned off the lights?!

I thought I had decent typing skills, and now I realize that I actually am totally useless. Wonderful.


           There have been many times that I've been emba4rasses by my abilities to communicate. Once of which was the first time that I met my friend Owen from home. We met about theee years back in thew band hallways at his school. I was sitting acter and audition that I was almost positive that I messed up, and he was sitting next to me with his saxophohjne. I just tuened to him and said "So aree you going to speak to me or not?". He lookrd at me, bewildered and said, "Are you talking to me?". Me, being the kind, delicate person that I am, quickly replied, "Well I'm loking at you, aren't I?" And that was the beginning of out friendship.
     Loiooking back on it now, I realise how xrazxy I mus habe sounded to him, and how much I havew changed in m inreosuxrions to other people aince. But, simultanously, I like to think about how things would have been if I jabem't spoken to him originally in the way that I hadf, and it fascinates to think of what our relationship would be like now. Je os devtoiely one of my best friendsm and he's one of those people I just couln't do without. And iit still makes me laufh to thin that I first syatyed this relationship by tslking to him so voldly.
     I have also learned that I am awful at yping without looking at the ketys anwith my monitoe off. I hae no clue if I'm hitting the right xkets the...I gothet what key I was lasyt on. There was trouble afoot. TRhis is just a disasrewr. I'm listeing to classival music and it's lovely. Once again, horrible sommuniction skills. I guess I still have more to work on. A lot a lot a lot more...but then again, I guess that' the beaury of freewtiing. You start with nothing and let your mind wander until you have somewthing written, or in this case types on a pafe and then you can go back rto it and redernece it.