| Wednesday 16 April 2003 11:08 pm I am glad to be back home. I suffered severe "urban withdrawl" when I was in Ithaca. Living there is one thing because you're used to what's around you. But visiting after being home for a long while is an entirely different experience. For one thing, I missed my music. I never thought that I would miss something like 50's "In Da Club," especially since it's so overplayed here, but I was so relieved to hear it on the drive back. Next, there was, like, one place to go dancing in the entire city. Maybe two. I didn't get to go since I opted to see someone instead, but sheesh only two places? Third, where were my black people! Fourth, I was getting checked out by lesbians. Not young hot ones, unfortnately, they were the old ones. Oh, and I was always surrounded by potsmoke or hippies. Blech. I loved my time while I was there, yes, but I'm glad I'm out. I have another concert in two weeks. I just found out yesterday that he'll be taking solos for it. Of course he also said that if we want one, we have to audition for it tomorrow. So I finally think of a song I'd enjoy singing for it, but I can't find the music for it ANYWHERE. I called every store that sells sheet music in the area, but to no avail. Fine, this song is a little obscure, but whatever. They can special order the music, though, and it'll arrive in 2 to 3 weeks. Like that'll do me any good. Heh. I'm pretty irate that I found out so recently. It seems that half the choir knew that they could audition, but I've never really been in the loop. Oh well. On the plus side, I may get a mini 4-measure solo... Maybe. And I do get to perform at an extra concert next Friday. So life isn't so bad... though I hate that I'm missing this opportunity. So I'm on my own for the week. Instead of throwing some major party or something, I'm cleaning the house. Total opposite of what a normal 22-year-old should be doing given the circumstances. I wouldn't want to throw a party anyways simply because there'd be an even bigger mess than there is now, and I certainly don't want to clean that. Oh, and I don't know enough people, though I suppose Charlie and Angela could whip up a batch of rowdy kids if I asked. Anyways. I like having time for myself. The only kind of sucky thing is that I feel bad about going out for long bouts of time because I'd have to leave Bishop in his little house. That dog needs to stretch his legs and stuff. The good news is that it's beautiful outside, so I've been taking him for 2+ hour walks at Burke Lake. I guess that should tire him out so I can leave him alone for a while. That leaves plenty of time for me to enjoy the time. There are certain things one should know about girls: 1) They're catty. 2) They can hold a grudge like none other. 3) They check other girls out. 4) PMS is a real and true thing, though some exaggerate how bad it is. 5) They think way too much, or sometimes not at all. There's no in between. 6) They are jealous creatures. 7) They have their wedding day(s) all planned out. By the time they're 13. 8) They turn into their moms. On a more triumphant and sad note, tonight was the-greatest-player-of-all-time Michael Jordan's final game for the NBA. Of course the Wizards lost against Philadelphia, but it was actually a really good game to watch. For one thing, Michael is still the Man. Next, Philly isn't nice to ANYONE who isn't a Sixer, and they were cheering so enthusiastically for MJ. I'm often more moved by the enthusiasm and energy of a crowd than the event itself, and this was no exception. There were swells of cheers and chanting "WE WANT MIKE" for minutes at a time. I'm glad that I got to see him play this season, as he was as exciting and diligent and hard working as ever. He's statistically one of the best, really changed the face of the game, and has inspired so many people. He will be missed. Much love, Michael. |
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