Right, I didn't forget about my blogging, really.... I just have no time. Really no time. Did I mention I have my hearing as *soon* as I get back?

So there was Thursday... last day of class... it was almost fun, really. Started with my philosophy course, and it was a discussion day. I felt like I had some good arguments. Sometimes I just really enjoy being totally worked up about things. It's exciting to really believe in what you're saying. I just seem to lose it later, it seems. Anyhow. So then ran back to the room, threw clothes and toiletries in my suitcase and dragged everything with me to Mason. How sad. So then ensemble with the regrettable Husa, which is pain. Then rehearsal with my accompanist. First time ever. Aargh. I just want it to be over.

So the trip home wasn't really so bad at all. Left a bit after five. Got home a bit after three. Had lots of music. Talked to someone really shallow. I hate myself for this, but I thought it was absolutely fascinating. I'm a cruel, bad person. Anyhow. Home life is... home. I've now got *two* dresses for my sister's wedding. Because I needed two? I don't know. But I'm taking one and using it for my recital. Today there was a lot of furniture moving, and a lot of fruitless searching for shoes. And I got some books out from the library. Three PTerry books, Neverwhere and Oathblood, which I finished already. Started reading Thief of Time, too. Looks good thus far.

Sunday was Brunchmeet in NYC. It was a lot of fun. I'm amazed at how much I talk. I'm amazed at how much people are willing to listen. Apparently people think I'm funny. Odd. Anyhow, it was lots of fun being there, and yet one more thing that I'll think of nostalgically in the future so that I can be properly brooding. :P I was so tired afterwards, though... It's a half hour or fortyfive minute walk home from the train station, and when I was finally back, around two thirty or so, I think, I was so tired I was on automatic pilot. For the last five or ten minutes of the walk I was calmly marvelling at my strength/dexterity that I could walk so well over broken pavement without feeling as though I had the energy to move. Somehow I wasn't walking, but the walking happened. I like that feeling, though.

Oh, so after all the moving I have a new bed. This is good, as the last one had wheels, and as the night progressed, I tended to find myself moving farther and farther from the wall. S'bad news, that. Now I have a huge bed that I get lost in, with four pillows. I guess I'll see tonight if I sleep alright in it. Last night I slept well just because I was so exhausted.

I've been a bit hooked on the Cure's album Disintegration lately. I just like the album as a whole work of art. There aren't many that I feel really go all together like that one does. So I tried to listen to it as I slept last night, since I was falling asleep to it on the train regardless. Promised myself I'd make it until track four, Lovesong, before giving in. I do love that song. Didn't make it. Means I fell asleep in under a half hour, I think. That's downright amazing for me. Maybe I can do it again tonight. Maybe....


posted by Unknown at 11:45 PM