OH GoD OH GOD OH GOD!
I had an awful day today... dont ever go to music school if you have an unrealistic idea that you need to be perfect at everything... because you arent. And of course Jason came to my rescue when I realized this today. He took me to the ODB for my favorite Mozzerella Sandwhich, Mediterranean Bisque and a Magic Bar. And then we came home took a long warm nap, and then afterwards laying on the couch when he watched Oprah with me (and didnt complain) and rubbed my feet, I realized I wasnt going to have this next year. THe very thought of him being gone puts the biggest lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. I wont have him to wake me up every morning with kisses and him saying "ITs time to get up pretty girl" with the smell of the coffee already brewing filling the apt. I wont have spooning before I fall at sleep at night or be able to jump on him and wrap my legs around him when he comes home. I wont have him to help me with Mansure Library projects or teach me arural skills and theory when I dont understand. I wont be able to hear him practice guitar and banjo in the other room while I read, and I wont be able to kiss his big bald head.
I dont even know what to do with myself when I start to think like that. Its an overwhelming feeling that I try to ignore because I know its still far away. But the way this semester has flown by I cant help but think about whats to come. I know everything will work out. I believe it and he believes it. But its still gonna suck.
I dont even know what to do with myself when I start to think like that. Its an overwhelming feeling that I try to ignore because I know its still far away. But the way this semester has flown by I cant help but think about whats to come. I know everything will work out. I believe it and he believes it. But its still gonna suck.