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Saturday was awesome! I enjoyed working the booth at the Greater St. Louis Marching Band Festival and even more than that LOVED that I got to watch Collinsville perform while standing on the floor. Yes, that's right. I was on the sidelines. We had all access passes so we could go anywhere in the stadium. We got a tour later on and got to go watch from the media seating too. :) Anyway, it was a very cool thing to be on the floor. I got to congratulate my cousin when he was leaving the field even. Oh, it was great.
We also walked around St. Louis for a little bit trying to find someplace open to buy food from. Everything was closed though. That sucked. Watched the game from the booth for a bit. Talked to some youngins 'bout MCK music stuff. Fun, fun. Then afterwords we went to Applebees in O'Fallon to eat and finish watching the game. It was overall a pretty enjoyable day.
Sunday I spent the day at home. I also went by the library to get books for my children's lit class.
Came back to the apartment yesterday after stopping by my observation site. Went to Theory. Came back to the apartment and suddenly, out of nowhere, my ankle starts hurting. Well, I look at it and it's nice and multicolored with veins showing and a pretty dark spot right under my ankle bone. Yeah, needless to say I limped around a bit yesterday.
Went to band. Found out our chairs. I was horribly upset with mine. Music gets to me it really does. Got depressed real quick. Started thinking about music not being for me and maybe I shouldn't have it as my minor, etc.. Talked to people and now I'm still not pleased with it, but at the moment I'm trying not to care. I mean about music as a whole. I honestly don't want to care about how I play at the moment. I don't want to practice. I don't want to sing (the fact that I'm sick doesn't help). I barely have the LotR soundtrack playing so that I can hear it at all when I drive (which isn't much because my ankle hurts). I don't want to care about what anybody in there thinks about me. I went in there today and was fine. I sucked, but mentally I was stable at least. I know that sounds horrible to not care, and even more so to want to not care, but right now if I care it just adds up to make me depressed. If I was enjoying it, it would be different, but I'm not at the moment. I am not enjoying it. It's not fun to critique yourself every time you pick up the instrument. Sometimes you just have to play to your own heart's content and not worry about how other people are comparing to you. Dang. I like the program over here. I'm just not liking myself at the moment.
Anyway, today came and I reluctently went to the nurse on campus to look at my ankle. Did any of you catch the uncharactoristic thing I did today? Yes, that's right. I went to the nurse because my ankle is still hurting and I decided to not be dumb and stubborn about it. Anyway, she couldn't tell me much. She just gave me an icepack and some advil to take every 5 hours. It doesn't feel better now. I'm hoping it feels better tomorrow or I'm going to have to probably have it checked out. If I knew what I did or if I could walk properly without pain then I wouldn't worry. So, yeah. You guys can be proud of me or whatever.
Well, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye. As of right now I still have mixed feelings about it. I probably won't be able to properly form any real opinion til the end. I need to finish it quickly so I can do my other books for my book reviews. I have a lot of stuff due next Wednesday and therefore need to get my butt in gear and get it done. First though, I need to get over this being sick crap and also get some sleep.
We also walked around St. Louis for a little bit trying to find someplace open to buy food from. Everything was closed though. That sucked. Watched the game from the booth for a bit. Talked to some youngins 'bout MCK music stuff. Fun, fun. Then afterwords we went to Applebees in O'Fallon to eat and finish watching the game. It was overall a pretty enjoyable day.
Sunday I spent the day at home. I also went by the library to get books for my children's lit class.
Came back to the apartment yesterday after stopping by my observation site. Went to Theory. Came back to the apartment and suddenly, out of nowhere, my ankle starts hurting. Well, I look at it and it's nice and multicolored with veins showing and a pretty dark spot right under my ankle bone. Yeah, needless to say I limped around a bit yesterday.
Went to band. Found out our chairs. I was horribly upset with mine. Music gets to me it really does. Got depressed real quick. Started thinking about music not being for me and maybe I shouldn't have it as my minor, etc.. Talked to people and now I'm still not pleased with it, but at the moment I'm trying not to care. I mean about music as a whole. I honestly don't want to care about how I play at the moment. I don't want to practice. I don't want to sing (the fact that I'm sick doesn't help). I barely have the LotR soundtrack playing so that I can hear it at all when I drive (which isn't much because my ankle hurts). I don't want to care about what anybody in there thinks about me. I went in there today and was fine. I sucked, but mentally I was stable at least. I know that sounds horrible to not care, and even more so to want to not care, but right now if I care it just adds up to make me depressed. If I was enjoying it, it would be different, but I'm not at the moment. I am not enjoying it. It's not fun to critique yourself every time you pick up the instrument. Sometimes you just have to play to your own heart's content and not worry about how other people are comparing to you. Dang. I like the program over here. I'm just not liking myself at the moment.
Anyway, today came and I reluctently went to the nurse on campus to look at my ankle. Did any of you catch the uncharactoristic thing I did today? Yes, that's right. I went to the nurse because my ankle is still hurting and I decided to not be dumb and stubborn about it. Anyway, she couldn't tell me much. She just gave me an icepack and some advil to take every 5 hours. It doesn't feel better now. I'm hoping it feels better tomorrow or I'm going to have to probably have it checked out. If I knew what I did or if I could walk properly without pain then I wouldn't worry. So, yeah. You guys can be proud of me or whatever.
Well, I'm reading Catcher in the Rye. As of right now I still have mixed feelings about it. I probably won't be able to properly form any real opinion til the end. I need to finish it quickly so I can do my other books for my book reviews. I have a lot of stuff due next Wednesday and therefore need to get my butt in gear and get it done. First though, I need to get over this being sick crap and also get some sleep.