traces

So I meant to update this thing last night but for some reason Blogspot was having problems... either that or our internet service was being weird. It could've been either or very well both.

Anyway, these last couple of days have been really odd:

For one thing, school started. And with that comes the uncanny ability to juggle 5 million things at once, as opposed to winter break when it's a struggle just to get up, shower, and go practice. Amazing what a little structure can do for you... well, for me at least. I always hate the idea of structure, but in reality, it's completely necessary for me to function well.

The day before school started, I got hit on. You know... by a guy. And at Chipotle no less. It was the most random thing: that sort of thing NEVER (underline never) happens to me. I was just sitting there, in my own world, thinking about how the friend I was meeting was late and whatever other random thoughts happened to be floating through my head at the moment and then the next thing I know... well hello, stranger! Needless to say, we sat and talked for a good 10 mins before he asked for my number. I highly doubt he'll call but you know, anytime a legitimately attractive male wants to pay attention to me, I am definitely willing to take advantage of the situation.

Yesterday Dr. Wenger and I set a date for my final recital: 24 April. All I can say is: let's kill this thing. I'm so ready to just finish what I started. And I feel like I'm finally mature enough musically and technically to handle my pieces. I know I can do this... let's just hope I pull through. And when the desire is there, good things can come about. So I'm hopeful.

The other odd thing, tragic really, that has happened in the last few days is this: a very dear friend of mine lost a sibling over the weekend. It makes my heart hurt to watch them struggle through this time. Death is something that is so hard to handle, no matter what your age or how many times you've gone through the experience before. It is the deepest, darkest, and oldest kind of magic that exists in this world... the kind that leaves traces forever and can't be undone. My heart is with this friend of mine as they go home to be with their family in the next couple of days. Such a difficult thing to face, especially when it's unexpected...