Woo.
I could not be more excited to see Andrew and go to Louisville tomorrow. My first taste of home in 3 months...(Maybe 2 and 1/2 but 3 sounds better).
I really need to work on this in-class essay shit for theory. It's the only real thing between me and Thanksgiving break.
Today in Singing Hoosiers I started crying. I mean, it wasn't obvious. I contained myself, but you know. We were just singing the fucking Christmas Festival medley and it made me think of the orchestral version we listen to at least 500 times at my house every Christmas and out of nowhere I got all emotional. It totally came out of the blue. (*cough* PMS *cough*)
I then came home and put on some John Rutter (which immediately took me back to Drelich days) and cried some more. It actually felt really good. I've only cried one other time this semester and it was at the end of Philadelphia. That particular cry was cut short by my roommate coming in and proclaiming "Ugh, I really need to take a dump." Hilarious? Yes. Do I wish I could have continued crying? Yes. This kind of living situation is a blessing and a curse for that reason. The upside is, you're never alone. It's hard to stay depressed when you're constantly surrounded by friends. The downside is, you're never alone.
So now I'm going to watch The English Patient (what can I say, it's the masochist in me) and do some work and clean up the room.
I really need to work on this in-class essay shit for theory. It's the only real thing between me and Thanksgiving break.
Today in Singing Hoosiers I started crying. I mean, it wasn't obvious. I contained myself, but you know. We were just singing the fucking Christmas Festival medley and it made me think of the orchestral version we listen to at least 500 times at my house every Christmas and out of nowhere I got all emotional. It totally came out of the blue. (*cough* PMS *cough*)
I then came home and put on some John Rutter (which immediately took me back to Drelich days) and cried some more. It actually felt really good. I've only cried one other time this semester and it was at the end of Philadelphia. That particular cry was cut short by my roommate coming in and proclaiming "Ugh, I really need to take a dump." Hilarious? Yes. Do I wish I could have continued crying? Yes. This kind of living situation is a blessing and a curse for that reason. The upside is, you're never alone. It's hard to stay depressed when you're constantly surrounded by friends. The downside is, you're never alone.
So now I'm going to watch The English Patient (what can I say, it's the masochist in me) and do some work and clean up the room.