New York and the Yankees

So I'm leaving in a couple of hours to go to the airport. I'm so nervous it's not even funny. I thought for the longest time that I wouldn't be, but now everything feels like it's boiling down to one day. Not just one day, but ten minutes of one single day. At least the Flaming Lips had years and years to show people what they could do...I only have ten minutes. How are these stupid professors supposed to learn anything about a person in ten minutes? I like to think that my personal intricacies extend beyond ten minutes.

I just want this trip to be over. Most people would be excited to go back east...but I just want to be back home. I want things to keep on going how they are now.

I think the hardest part is going to be staying away from my friends for almost a full week. I know that I'm going to be calling Martin about once every five minutes, and after about ten minutes of that he's going to stop answering his phone. And I'm going to text Tamsyn so much that the buttons on my phone will probably die of an apoplectic shock. I'm apologizing ahead of time if I annoy any of my friends back home...but it's hard to go any space of time without things that you really care about.

I'm also going to apologize for the lame gifts that I bring back for people. Since I'm pretty low on cash, it's going to be all about collecting free stuff. Rocks, leaves, trash, napkins, and kittens are all I'm going to bring back home.

Seriously, I want it to be the 6th instead of the 28th right now. Too bad New York is only 3 hours ahead instead of 6 days.

Traveling and Such

So tonight I am packing to go on my trip to do college auditions back east. I never thought in a hundred years that I would be doing something as amazing as this. I think I'm still unsure if it's actually going to happen. I mean, I might have the opportunity to continue my education in a real professional setting. How cool is that. Seriously. It's so hard with music, because I actually have to show them the knowledge and skill I have in person. Plus I have to send them a piece of paper that displays my dedication academically. It's just all so dumb. Or it seems like it sometimes.

I want to see so many places and so many things when I'm over there. Part of me is saying that I should just chill while I'm there, because if I go to school there, then I'll have plenty of time to see everything. But I have this gut feeling that I'm going to be attending PSU for a couple of years. If I do...then I want to see everything in the 4 days that I'm there. That's pretty intense.

Does anybody know how sweet the fall of troy actually is? I mean, it's only three guys, right? And they sound better than a symphony orchestra. That's real talent.

I'm starting to stress out about these auditions I think. Although my version of stress is simply having a doubtful thought. So it's not really stress, but I'm just thinking harder about it I guess. I'm just going to be happy when I get back, because I won't have to practice until the day before state solo like everyone else. It's going to be sweet.

I was supposed to post 20 blogs before six...but I only managed to post one before 6:32. I guess my expectations aren't very high hah.

Cashews and Gum

It's interesting to me how the school that I attend has to provide me with a class that will discipline me to get my work done, yet I still manage to ignore what I should be doing, and instead do what I shouldn't be. I think it's basically human nature to do what you shouldn't. Is that a good thing, or a bad thing? Should people follow all of the rules, or should they resist? Obviously the correct answer is no...that people shouldn't always do what they're told. But then where do you draw the line between being too reckless and simply keeping the authority in check?

Which leads me back to where I'm currently sitting, eating cashews and chewing bubble gum. You may be wondering how that's even possible, because the nuts would be adhering to the gum in my mouth, making a disgusting mix of flavor. Yet it's actually quite good.

Ok, I'm going to go pimp out my blogspot

Losing my Virginity

So I'm starting to post blogs on here because of the superb argumentative skills Christ has acquired while attending Linfield. Yeah...it's intense. It feels like I'm losing my virginity over the internet. Not quite how I imagined it...but I'll take what I can get.

It's actually pretty tight. I generally blog when I really want to say something, I just don't know who to say it to. So this is a sweet solution...because I don't really know anybody that uses blogspot.

Have you ever met a person that's like Palonius? They just agree to agree and go with the flow; they always do what everyone else does. How lame is that. Seriously. Be your own person and do your own thing. People should stop trying to be like other people. If they like something or want something, they should just go for it.

Ok...I need more guys' opinions on this subject. Who is the best dating candidate in Harry Potter? I can't decide between Hermione, Ginny, Mrs. Weasley, or Professor Trelawny. Honestly...they'd all be so sweet to date. I think it's too hard of a question. I hope they don't ask me this at Ithaca or Manhattan this weekend...because I might break down and wet myself.

I really like the cribs. They're really honest and chill. If I ever had a hard time sleeping, I would probably listen to them.