There is nothing better than getting mail from Peabody. Holy crap! I'm going to college! My roommate is a violinist. I'm afraid she's going to hate me. I'm afraid I'm going to mispronounce her name. But it should be fun! COLLEGE!!!!!!!

I had a wonderful day! :giggles uncontrollably ( Read more... )

Wow. Music. It is amazing. You know what else is? Love. Sometimes I just want to punch myself right in the face and remove myself from society to spare everyone from me. But for some reason, that guy still puts up with me. Even when I worry about ridiculous things and say the word ridiculous all of the time. Tomorrow I'll get to spend some quality ( Read more... )

I've been panicking ever since I woke up! Hurray! I am very stupid. I know I worry too much. But I can't help it, and these are valid concerns.

This has been the most stressful summer ever. Ugh.

So happy!

Hey everyone!
Summer is good. Umm, yeah.

I am pathetic! I worry too much! I put myself down too much, which solves absolutely nothing!
I want to become a serious cyclist. Will biking on the streets of Baltimore kill me? I hope not. Anyway, I am going to learn to drum and dance next week, and it will be glorious.
I want to do something with my life. But I'm a failure. Hurray!

Chords and scales. Scales and chords. Relentless. It is actually satisfying, when the arpeggios coming more quickly, more easily. Maybe I'll be a real musician by the end of the summer. I can't think when I improvise though. That may be a good thing, but I'd like to do more with my solos. I like how the saxophonists are exempt from required ( Read more... )

I fixed James Brown. I survived my first wedding gig (I didn't ruin any lives!). I played semi-decently at the Coffee Co gig. Hurray for making it through today! 21 days until I see him (if all goes well and my family decides to go on a road trip, which I think we will, cause they are crazy!). I'll be there in time for an incredible concert, and ( Read more... )

The evil Hell-Cats broke James Brown. Or, his hair. Just half of it. But still, it was a sculpture of James Brown that David made, and those damned cats from hell knocked it over. Along with the dinosaur attacking Wagner's bust and a picture of my friends and reeds and my saxophone necklace and argh. "A piece of my heart is 600 miles away," the ( Read more... )