So he says that I'm a talented musician, and asks if I want a place in the orchestra! So. It looks like I'll be playing keyboards in it. I wish I could be in the chorus, but I just can't commit the time, and the orchestra doesn't have to be there until later on in the rehearsal process.
It'll be a lot of fun, though. It'll look good on my acting/theatrical resume, and it'll be a good experience. And one of these days I'll actually do a musical onstage, not in the tech realm of things!
I can't believe that Lynsae's wedding is in 5 days. Awww... we've come a long ways from the days of our boy problems during our first year in dorms.
That was such a fun year, though. She was a great roommate to have, and I've been so blessed to have her in my life for the past three years, even though she hasn't been as big a part of it lately. She's still one of those friends that's always part of your life, no matter what. I could go to her now with as many concerns and as much intimacy and confidence as I could 3 years ago, when we lived together, and when we spent every day together.
We're all growing up so much. It's been a long time since we were a bunch of scared, excited, apprehensive 18-year-olds, moving out of the house for the first time, and trying to assert our independence in every way possible. We learned a lot that first year. That was such a huge part of what shaped me and made me the woman I am now.
And speaking of naive, idealistic 18-year-olds leaving the house, my sister leaves for 8 months in Sweden tomorrow morning. Wow. I can't believe she's old enough to be doing that. But then, I never thought I'd say this, but she's grown up a lot in the past year. We get along so much better than we did when we were kids. And a big part of that is that we don't live together. I know that's a major factor in our getting along-ness.
I feel really old. It can't have been that long ago that I was starting my first year, and now I'm planning my fourth-year showcase.
I talk about that (the whole fourth-year thing) a lot, don't I? Yeah. I thought so.
One year ago today: It was weird... but the feeling of safety came when one person came into my dream. Before that, I was embarrassed, mortified, and scared, and then, I felt like it was all okay. The details of the rest of the dream are blurry, and it doesn't really even matter, because I think that it just became one of my twisted, warped dreams. The important thing is that safe feeling. It was... unique.
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