In which I re-capitulate my lack of creativity

well damn. I guess that whole blogging-every-other-day thing really worked out, huh?

so the day after I blogged last (because I can't remember anything unless it's in my phone calendar) was the Grand Opening of Promise Neighborhood. Basically it's an approach to getting students out of poverty and succeeding in life by changing everything through the community - housing, community rapport, education, local business - it's quite an endeavor. And w is in charge. Well, he and a team, but I think he's in charge. So they had the Grand Opening which was basically like a little family fun fair thing at the Promise Neighborhood school. It turned into a not-so-little thing; I heard that at one point there were more than five hundred people there? whoa. It was a very fun experience to be able to interact with some kids that will probably be directly affected by this once it gets on its feet. I didn't exactly plan to spend my entire day there (11am to 6pm) but because I am such a selfless and loving person blah blah blah... no, really, I actually didn't want to leave.

I've decided that I am no longer going to bore you with the petty details of my life, especially because frankly most of the time I don't give a damn about them either. Hopefully highlights will be sufficient.

The beginning of last week really sucked because I got some news in a not-so-enjoyable way that is going to affect my next year and a half at school. I won't get into it now because the person it involves has asked me not to tell anyone. So I get the supreme joy of keeping a very difficult and painful secret until the time comes when more people know.

Sav's friend from high school, A, and his friend from the air force came to stay with us wednesday night. It's not what it sounds like - at least not yet in the story. They were traveling between Pennsylvania and New Mexico and needed a place to stay for the night. And hey, what's our house good for besides a place to drink beer and sleep? I might preface this by saying that A and I have been talking for a little while. He texted me one day (at 5am on a sunday morning, specifically) saying that he wanted to get to know me better. So he and I have been talking. Not sure if this is the same as talking or "talking". But nontheless, we've gotten to know each other since the first time he stayed with us the night before running a marathon at Wright-Patt. Sooo this was the SECOND time I've seen him in person. Skype doesn't do shit. Let's just say it was an enjoyable night in which lots of PBR was consumed and we all slept later than we intended to the next day.

This past weekend. Halloween. Most of the time I don't get really worked up about this holiday because I don't see the point besides a chance for girls to dress like slutty nuns. But Sav got into it and so we did the stereotypical costume party on saturday night. What a shitshow. I was a greek goddess, which actually was really nice because I could wear something other than pants and be okay with it. (This is coming from the girl that actually hasn't worn a dress since she stepped on to this college campus - except once, for a formal dance, and only for about three hours... but that's another story.) So basically the next day was a void of lolling in bed until two, walking around pretending to do something important and going to an entirely-too-long church service where I had to play both trumpet and handbells. I don't want to think about vodka for a long, long time.

Another thing that has been on my mind lately, and this is going to sound maybe a little strange. But you have to realize that I am a music education major, and this is my LIFE. I am just a teensy bit fascinated with and have a secret interest in conducting. I'm in the intro conducting class this semester. And it just makes sense. I find it very odd that I want to throw up before stepping in front of our little class ensemble - but as soon as I am in front of them, I am no longer shaking like a chihuahua who's just seen her own reflection. The prof, Dr. J, is so knowledgeable and just so damn good that it makes me want to do better. We've had a few discussions about conducting. He's fabulous. I think if I weren't a teacher (and weren't 5' 3"), I'd want to do that.

I miss reading books and writing. I've been struggling through Into The Wild for about two weeks now - it's fantastic but I just have so many other bloody things to do.

Speaking of - I've spent way too much time on this computer and must escape the vaccuum that is the mac lab.