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| Graah. Who updates their xanga anyway.
So I have officially dropped piano lessons. Mixed feelings abound, but that goes without saying. I don't know...I've taken breaks before, but I've never been in a state when practicing piano hasn't been a specter at the back of my mind. Of course I've entertained the possibility that I'm just being lazy. But I think at the heart of it my laziness is just a manifestation of the deep misgivings I have about playing the piano. For one thing, I hardly know what it's like not to take lessons. I've been doing that since I was four. The other side of that is that I'm pulling out one of the very foundations of my life. But I assure myself (and I believe that this is the last word on the matter) that because I'm not taking lessons doesn't mean I'll stop appreciating music or taking part in it. And at the back of my mind I know I'm not done taking piano lessons forever...damn it, I'm never going to get rid of that feeling, that specter at the back of my mind. Probably for the best.
So. Yesterday was an eventful day, even dropping piano lessons aside. I also dropped my English class. It met Wednesdays from 6-9 in the evening, so that was one strike right there. But it seemed like a worthless class to me, too. It was basically about web design and personal weblogs and stuff like that...I guess the teacher wanted to have us study the internet as a form of media or something like that, but it seemed pretty worthless as far as English classes go. So I'm now back down to 19 credits. Seems like a healthy number to me.
Anyway, I think I'm done writing for now. My fingers hurt from lack of exercise anyway... | | |
| Currently Listening: LSM Jazz Ensemble 2005. Hell yeah.
Well, my online class list tells me that I've dropped piano lessons. I'm not sure I want to change that. Having had mono over winter break, I didn't do ANY practicing. Not a drop. I may just take drum lessons to keep the option of a music major open (you have to take private lessons every quarter you're here to major in music). Then again, listening to this album really makes me want to take jazz piano lessons...because I sound painfully white in this concert.
Hm. Life is fairly well back to the normal swing of things, minus piano lessons and plus a ridiculous amount of classes. No terribly interesting news so far this quarter, besides that I'm probably going to buy a longboard in the next week. I'd do it today but I lost my credit card and it's going to take 7-10 days for them to mail out the new one. Suck. But once I do get it, Phil and I are gonna longboard to class every day and it's gonna be HELLA TIGHT!
So there. | | |
| I've been having some peculiar cravings tonight. I can't really remember them all, but I have one right now that's bugging the crap out of me. I want a gooey bread dumpling with something sweet on the inside. Like the ones they serve at Khan's, except fruitier. Something that my teeth will sink into and stay there. Yeah. I need a sweet dumpling with staying power.
I can think of no better reason to return to Xanga. | | |
| Taking care of a drunk friend isn't the most fun thing in the world, but it probably beats the hell out of being the friend who needs taking care of. Not that anyone's ever had to take care of me...I just detest with all my existence being sick. Eugh. And knowing myself I'd endlessly obsess about how I was being a burden to my friends, and that would probably make the whole thing more annoying for them.
Point is, there were two people on my floor who got ridiculously sick tonight. The girl I was helping take care of, Rachel, went out with another girl who ended up going to the emergency room getting her stomach pumped. It took Melissa and me about an hour to get her to go to sleep. The other person, Noah, had thrown up on himself before he got back to the dorm. I checked in before his caretakers put him to bed, and he was sobbing and talking about how embarrassed he was and how terrible he felt.
I guess I'm really lucky I have their experiences to learn from. I have a couple of my own as well (not quite so dramatic) and I know now what my limits are, when it's not OK to drink and what can happen when you don't drink the right way (or drink at all). Honestly, I've learned so much more from this than from taking that stupid AlcoholEDU course or from listening to numerous people speak about drinking. I think I can be proud of myself for having the attitude I have. I didn't go out tonight, even though a lot of my friends wanted me to since it's our last night here for a while. I just didn't want to do it for myself, so I kept saying no. Good thing, too, since my flight takes off at 6:40 in the morning. That's in less than 3 1/2 hours in case you're wondering. I looove the all-nighter.
With a scream of excitement for going back home I shall bid thee good night.
AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! | | |
| So. I just got back from an advance showing of RENT. Naturally it was amazing. Good thing, too, as I expected no less. My friend Dereck who's a theater major got free passes from one of his professors, so six of us went to downtown San Jose and had us some gooood movie watching. It felt very VIP with the press there...had to get screened and everything. Good times.
Um...sorry for dying there for a while. Things got worse before they got better. But I'm pretty sure I'm at the better stage now. Soon enough I'll be back in Minnesota. weeeeeeeee! | | |
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