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I love thunderstorms. I wish it was raining nicely still so I could go to sleep to it.
And I love marching band. I miss it SO much. Aaah. Rancont won't be there next week either, so I'll be the marching instructor then. I hope that I can make it to at least 1 of their competitions this season.
I really want to be able to check out a mellophone and take it to Brevard to play in the PepBand. And get a convertor and F-horn mouthpiece because I suck at trumpet mouthpieces. I'm playing mellophone with the band kids whenever there's not much for me to do; and I'm loving it. I really would love to learn it and try to get good at it. After all, I really enjoyed the horn during the Spring semester.
UNCG does not have a music theatre program. But you know, I set lofty goals for myself. Far too lofty. And again, I doubt that I'd be able to reach that goal successfully. *sigh* But I'm still considering transfering out anyway because Brevard doesn't have enough. I mean, it's fucking amazing with amazing people and friends, great professors, beautiful surroundings, and an awesome community-feel environment. Not to mention, Asheville is great and only a half hour away. But, as far as my Undergraduate education goes, I could do better for the same or lower price.
Being around marching band, I see once again that I could teach.. it'd be rough and a lot of work, but rewarding and enjoyable. But damn I love playing and marching and stuffs. I LOVE singing too. We'll see. I know that it's got to be in Music. And I still REALLY want to get my Massage Therapy degree. And there's other things I enjoy too. So much. Blarg blarg blarg.
And I miss Chris. I'm not going to Avalon this weekend because I'd burn myself out after 13hour days of marching band camp, and I need to be alive for the 13 hours of Monday. So I have to suck it up and not go in order to be responsible. Meaning I will miss the first event of the new campaign and *sigh* that I won't get to see him this weekend. He makes me quite happy. I am lucky that he is so kind and caring to me, really.
And that reminds me... I want to put music to those words I wrote earlier this summer. I was making shit up on the piano today before our evening rehearsal. Word. And the guitar is going slow, but I would like to try and stick with it. Meh.
*sigh* WELLL, bed time. I'm shot. And thank GOD tomorrow is Friday. I've got West Side Story stuff in my head from rehearsal. Yikes.
And I love marching band. I miss it SO much. Aaah. Rancont won't be there next week either, so I'll be the marching instructor then. I hope that I can make it to at least 1 of their competitions this season.
I really want to be able to check out a mellophone and take it to Brevard to play in the PepBand. And get a convertor and F-horn mouthpiece because I suck at trumpet mouthpieces. I'm playing mellophone with the band kids whenever there's not much for me to do; and I'm loving it. I really would love to learn it and try to get good at it. After all, I really enjoyed the horn during the Spring semester.
UNCG does not have a music theatre program. But you know, I set lofty goals for myself. Far too lofty. And again, I doubt that I'd be able to reach that goal successfully. *sigh* But I'm still considering transfering out anyway because Brevard doesn't have enough. I mean, it's fucking amazing with amazing people and friends, great professors, beautiful surroundings, and an awesome community-feel environment. Not to mention, Asheville is great and only a half hour away. But, as far as my Undergraduate education goes, I could do better for the same or lower price.
Being around marching band, I see once again that I could teach.. it'd be rough and a lot of work, but rewarding and enjoyable. But damn I love playing and marching and stuffs. I LOVE singing too. We'll see. I know that it's got to be in Music. And I still REALLY want to get my Massage Therapy degree. And there's other things I enjoy too. So much. Blarg blarg blarg.
And I miss Chris. I'm not going to Avalon this weekend because I'd burn myself out after 13hour days of marching band camp, and I need to be alive for the 13 hours of Monday. So I have to suck it up and not go in order to be responsible. Meaning I will miss the first event of the new campaign and *sigh* that I won't get to see him this weekend. He makes me quite happy. I am lucky that he is so kind and caring to me, really.
And that reminds me... I want to put music to those words I wrote earlier this summer. I was making shit up on the piano today before our evening rehearsal. Word. And the guitar is going slow, but I would like to try and stick with it. Meh.
*sigh* WELLL, bed time. I'm shot. And thank GOD tomorrow is Friday. I've got West Side Story stuff in my head from rehearsal. Yikes.