Monday, November 29, 2010

Nostalgia

I rush home from school today thinking I am going to work on my online health class, that I need to graduate by the way, but instead I find myself doing the usual procrastination routine that is oh-so-comfortable. I found a couple of blogs that made me feel good. You know, the ones that are handwritten thank you notes daily or something like Cardboard Love. I guess I'm in one of those nostalgic moods.

I also read some nice long blog posts about people I've never met.

I kind of like seeing the tidbits of other people. I guess I'm just nosy like that. It's weird because when I write blogs I know that I always write the bare minimum and I wonder what things people have left out.

I would give examples of the type of exciting things I never mention but that would be defeating the purpose.

Sometimes, I wonder if I say too much. Not just when I write but when I talk to people. I almost like keeping secrets because it's cool to have something that no one else can taint - or that's what I tell myself anyway.

Okay, so I am not going to be attending an all girls college.

I got a four year ROTC scholarship to Fordham University and the school is going to be be giving me room and board.

New York for free! I don't think I could pass up such an amazing offer. Now, I just need to get in shape, again. I don't know, was I ever in shape. Anyway, it is perhaps 90 percent official. I need to still sign some paperwork and all that jazz.

I am not dissapointed at all.

Just, a little nervous. I am already missing somethings but looking forward to a lot of different adventures as well.

Thanksgiving was fun. I think the most accurate word would be cozy. I had to miss my friend's birthday party and my boyfriend's steel band concert.

That's fine, I have made plans to see Harry Potter with my friend and my boyfriend is in another ensemble that's playing this up coming weekend.

That's so weird to say, even after 5 months?, boyfriend. Haha, I have no idea why but it makes me giggle even to type it.

I am pretty immature :). Also, I am comforted by the fact that I don't think he finds blogs that interesting anyway!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Love

It is finally chilly here.

I don't know if that's good or not but I enjoy a change.

I was talking to someone today and I mentioned something about marching band and so they got me to start talking about what it was like being drum major.

I tell him a quick anecdotal story, barely scratching the surface about what that experience was like and he smiles and tells me I suddenly did not look stressed anymore.

I don't know if that was because I was talking about band or if the light simply moved to erase the wrinkles on my face but... I didn't say anything but smile.

We say goodbye and I am left wondering, did just talking about marching band really do that much to me? Did just thinking about it for a second make me that happy?

Band camp.
Zero hour.
Turf in my bed.
Percussion.
Brass.
Cold mouthpieces leaving tingly sensations until first period.
Squinting into the sun while conducting.
Tan lines on only one side of me from conducting.
Sore arms and back.
Sore feet.
Chafed neck.
Best friends.
Funny jokes.
Sweat.
The shade from my shako on a Friday night.
Amazing memories.
Great experiences.

I think I could fill up a novel.

It's weird because music programs across the district might have to be cut from elementary through high school. I understand why, I really do but I think I cried.

I made vibraphone for indoor percussion and I am going to do my best to live up to such an honor.

but man, I'm going to miss it.