Winter Wonderland
Oh snow.
It's so peaceful and beautiful outside. It makes me feel like I should stand out there in the cold and be romanced. Ah well. We can't have everything can we? I think I'll settle for feeling insulated.
I'm at home for the rest of the week. Going back to Albion on Sunday. Feeling less ill than I was. I actually cut class there for a while. Me oh my. I thought I was going to die. But the cold air helps. I really don't mind the winter quite as much as I thought I did. I just takes me a bit to get used to it. And the snow makes me more complacent about it. Really, what I don't like is the cold without real winter bit. Where no matter how many layers you wear it just blows awful wind everywhere.
In other news, I changed my major. I'm not doing music as a major anymore. I don't have to take classes like conducting to understand music and play it. I don't think I'm good enough to play in a professional symphony anyway. Nor will I be when I get out of college. But I'd rather take classes in Philosophy and Politics than the required ones for Music. This of course, doesn't mean that I won't take music classes. I mean, I'll take lessons and play in Orchestra and sing in Choir, but just not the required classes for the major.
How is it that i can know so well what I want but not have the faintest idea how to get it? How is it that everyone can seemingly have me so figured out, yet I've hardly got a clue?
There's safety being home. I can sit back and look at things.Take a break from social drama to breathe. Perhaps even be a quiet person for a while. Watch some hockey. Bicker with my sister, who's having problems not being the only potentially worthwhile girl in the family lately.
It's so peaceful and beautiful outside. It makes me feel like I should stand out there in the cold and be romanced. Ah well. We can't have everything can we? I think I'll settle for feeling insulated.
I'm at home for the rest of the week. Going back to Albion on Sunday. Feeling less ill than I was. I actually cut class there for a while. Me oh my. I thought I was going to die. But the cold air helps. I really don't mind the winter quite as much as I thought I did. I just takes me a bit to get used to it. And the snow makes me more complacent about it. Really, what I don't like is the cold without real winter bit. Where no matter how many layers you wear it just blows awful wind everywhere.
In other news, I changed my major. I'm not doing music as a major anymore. I don't have to take classes like conducting to understand music and play it. I don't think I'm good enough to play in a professional symphony anyway. Nor will I be when I get out of college. But I'd rather take classes in Philosophy and Politics than the required ones for Music. This of course, doesn't mean that I won't take music classes. I mean, I'll take lessons and play in Orchestra and sing in Choir, but just not the required classes for the major.
How is it that i can know so well what I want but not have the faintest idea how to get it? How is it that everyone can seemingly have me so figured out, yet I've hardly got a clue?
There's safety being home. I can sit back and look at things.Take a break from social drama to breathe. Perhaps even be a quiet person for a while. Watch some hockey. Bicker with my sister, who's having problems not being the only potentially worthwhile girl in the family lately.