Monday, May 4, 2009

Yes, we'll go dancing, 'til it all starts over again.

I'm just going to sit here and play solitaire, listen to music, and let my fingers take me where they will.

This song feels like proof of a life after death to me. It's in a very roundabout way, I guess. So roundabout, in fact, that I think I'll just keep my thoughts to myself. It would pollute the feeling if I tried to express it in words.

That having been said, I haven't been this bored in months.

I guess I could get something to eat since my stomach is starting to hurt and my family is gone. I'm really just too apathetic to do much of anything right now.

I've done nothing but complain lately, really.

I am looking forward to a few things in the coming month, despite the fact that J is gone and I'll do almost nothing but work and do a practicum.
First of all, I ordered a piano book that Dr. Kinzer recommended and it should be coming within the next few days. FINALLY, I'll have something to practice at home besides scales! Secondly, as much as I hate work, I get to make money, which is something that I've been looking forward to for a while now. I hate lifeguarding, though. I really hate it.

Also, my family and I are going to Mississippi. There will be a few good things about that. I'll get to see family, it'll be a change of pace, and I get to go to Southern Miss and (hopefully) have a lesson with the horn instructor.

I'm not so sure if that last one is a good thing or a bad thing...

Last, but absolutely not least, I get to celebrate J's return with Miss Julie Gaines in the best way possible - sushi and the Decemberists! And even though Julie has to leave the next morning, J will be back on June 4th.

Could not be more excited about exciting things.

I think I might actually try to eat something now. I'm not as apathetic now that I've thought about the good things that will be happening soon.

I need to get a life outside my boyfriend and my grades. For real.

Toaster strudels are of utmost importance.

END.

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