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This is going to be one _long_ entry. It's been a while, and I have very many things to catch up on. I'll start with the basics, then link the rest, 'cause I know everyone's not particulary interested in reading my sappy drivel. *cracks neck* Here we go ...
Last weekend was the band trip. No band camp jokes, okay? I've heard that one to the death, and it _wasn't_ a band camp. I stayed at the Westin hotel. No camp. Camp bad. The last camp I went to for band was an old military barracks. I'm not joking about that one. *shudder* Moving on .......
I actually had a pretty good time. I found some Tazo Zen (thank you, Starbucks), a _very_ good Apocalyptica CD, the DVD for STOMP Out Loud, and good conversation on the bus ride. We performed well on Saturday, and James and I were able to meet up to go on a double date with Josh and Mel. (Much thanks again to you two. Had a great time.) There was sushi, pocky, a knife-weilding chef, Star Wars, and rain. It even rained. True, it rained us out of an outdoor jazz concert, but any of you who know me know that rain made it all the more perfect.
And, yes, I did almost have a panic attack when I lost my wallet at the theatre, but it was found untouched the next morning. All was good.
Then there was the trip home.
Forest fires scare me. A lot. Things like being 3/4 the size of Edmonton. Like being able to move at forty-two feet per _second_. I had to sit in a bus for thirteen hours on Monday, six of them going nowhere. The road to Fort Mac was closed for safety precautions, but the lineup was close enough to the fire to make the air hard to breathe. Yes, I tried to be patient and pass the time, but I was seriously freaked. Grad was in _four_ days. We faced the possiblity of not being able to get home in time.
I wrote a letter then, and it was interesting to read it later and see how my thoughts progressed. I went from optimism and rambling to bitchiness, sappyness, and much angst. It actually is a great thing to do when your thoughts are all in a jumble. Gets some things straight if you just block out all other sensations and write. Made me realize some aspects of myself that I preferred to sweep under the rug.
I may not be as naive as I used to be, but I try to make up for it in ways that I now see as selfish. I set my expectations so high to make up for all of the lows I've had previously. I guess I'm very lucky, though, because all of my expectations so far have been exceeded. I know that someday, something will fall short, and I'll be crshed all over again, but I'm in such a state of mental ecstasy right now that I'm starting to doubt that more and more.
i was nearly panicked when we had to turn back to Edmonton. Not only was I freaking that I would miss out on everything I worked so hard for at Grad, but I was freaked that the road might be closed later, and that I would have to celebrate my Grad alone. Our new hotel had a balcony, so I went out into the smoky air and had a good cry. And then I called Mom. And then I called James. And then there was pizza.
We went home the next morning, and the road stayed open.
You're right, James. I worry too much.
( And then there was Grad .... )
Last weekend was the band trip. No band camp jokes, okay? I've heard that one to the death, and it _wasn't_ a band camp. I stayed at the Westin hotel. No camp. Camp bad. The last camp I went to for band was an old military barracks. I'm not joking about that one. *shudder* Moving on .......
I actually had a pretty good time. I found some Tazo Zen (thank you, Starbucks), a _very_ good Apocalyptica CD, the DVD for STOMP Out Loud, and good conversation on the bus ride. We performed well on Saturday, and James and I were able to meet up to go on a double date with Josh and Mel. (Much thanks again to you two. Had a great time.) There was sushi, pocky, a knife-weilding chef, Star Wars, and rain. It even rained. True, it rained us out of an outdoor jazz concert, but any of you who know me know that rain made it all the more perfect.
And, yes, I did almost have a panic attack when I lost my wallet at the theatre, but it was found untouched the next morning. All was good.
Then there was the trip home.
Forest fires scare me. A lot. Things like being 3/4 the size of Edmonton. Like being able to move at forty-two feet per _second_. I had to sit in a bus for thirteen hours on Monday, six of them going nowhere. The road to Fort Mac was closed for safety precautions, but the lineup was close enough to the fire to make the air hard to breathe. Yes, I tried to be patient and pass the time, but I was seriously freaked. Grad was in _four_ days. We faced the possiblity of not being able to get home in time.
I wrote a letter then, and it was interesting to read it later and see how my thoughts progressed. I went from optimism and rambling to bitchiness, sappyness, and much angst. It actually is a great thing to do when your thoughts are all in a jumble. Gets some things straight if you just block out all other sensations and write. Made me realize some aspects of myself that I preferred to sweep under the rug.
I may not be as naive as I used to be, but I try to make up for it in ways that I now see as selfish. I set my expectations so high to make up for all of the lows I've had previously. I guess I'm very lucky, though, because all of my expectations so far have been exceeded. I know that someday, something will fall short, and I'll be crshed all over again, but I'm in such a state of mental ecstasy right now that I'm starting to doubt that more and more.
i was nearly panicked when we had to turn back to Edmonton. Not only was I freaking that I would miss out on everything I worked so hard for at Grad, but I was freaked that the road might be closed later, and that I would have to celebrate my Grad alone. Our new hotel had a balcony, so I went out into the smoky air and had a good cry. And then I called Mom. And then I called James. And then there was pizza.
We went home the next morning, and the road stayed open.
You're right, James. I worry too much.
( And then there was Grad .... )
