Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most messed up things with.
Oh hey! BT+MT+LT4EVR.
The lovely ladies of the unnamed quartet. Dr McCandless had NO idea what she was getting herself into when she put us together...and neither did we! I love being around these guys. Singing "soul" songs on walks from the GBPAC to Russell, theory victories (and upsets..), pep band and much more. And somehow, we were all only mere feet away from each other during all state. Irony? These girls are crazy, and I am so lucky to have them in my life. And my quartet :) Asian Drinking Song, anyone?
So here I am... sitting in the middle of Spring break. A week I've been looking forward to since the beginning of the semester. Not because I'm going somewhere warm and getting schwasted like half of the world, but because I wouldn't have something to do every. single. moment. of the day.
And I get to this week, to my house.
And I'm absolutely bored.
Don't get me wrong, it's not my family that's boring me. That's not the case at all. Sure my lil Tivo doesn't ever talk to me, and my parents both work all day. But i love being here anyway, and I honestly feel bad leaving them to hang out with friends. Or a boy.
Not having anything to do....sucks. I haven't even taken Lucy on a walk.. She probably thinks I hate her.
Oh God...I'm going to play with her all day tomorrow now.
Anyway! My room has been invaded by a large Elliptical machine (which is now acting as a towel dryer), my stuff is all semi packed for when I leave Thursday, and this new guilt for not having played with my best dog friend is invading my heart. And all I think of as I sit here is that I'm a terrible person, and a terrible music student. And I would go pick up my clarinet and practice, I would go hang out with Lucy and walk with her, but it's 10:15 at night.
Maybe I'll go anyway. Who knows.
I've hung out with the people I've always hung out with since I've been here. It's almost like old times. Everyone's telling stories, laughing loud enough in a restaurant to make people give looks, reminiscing on choir, band, awkward children. Except it feels like everyone's holding something back. Some aspect of their stories, something someone did or said at everyone's respective college. I know I held back. All of us have new people to introduce in stories, new things to explain and new adventures to tell about. It gets strange. Knowing that these people, whose lives you were previously so involved in, are different, have different friends, and are ultimately going separate ways. It happens, right? I don't want it to. But I think it's happening anyway. At least, if not for them, it is between ME and them. And I don't know why.
I used to be able to tell them everything..Now I don't tell anyone.
Being home is good. I missed my family. I missed my dogs and cats. It still feels normal to me, and it feels like I shouldn't go back to CF. There's a lot of comfort in being here, even when everything and everyone has changed.