Fri, Apr. 25
... Listen to the ocean
Guess what?
Jen gets here tomorrow!! Whee!! A week of Jen-time... how much better than that does it get? But I'm not excited for that at all. I'm actually kinda dreading it. Just like she is.
I'm still kinda disappointed that I didn't get to go away last night. I was really hoping for some time just to myself--go somewhere beautiful, rent a motel room, and spend a lot of time thinking, praying, and journalling to try and get some clarity. I could have done it at home, of course, but did I? Nah... I spent the day/evening watching TV and movies and going grocery shopping with Janel.
That's okay, though. Once Jen leaves and I'm finished my spring course, I'll be good to go, and I'll go spend a weekend alone.
Heh. I'm such a dork. In yesterday's Friday Five, one of the questions is, "Who was the last person you complimented and what did you say?" I misread the question as, "Who was the last person who complimented you and what did you say?" Yeah. I'm such the brilliant child. So I just realized--now--that my answer makes no sense whatsoever.
Oh well. No worries, I guess. It just proves again that I'm not as cool as I think I am.
Anways, if I don't head out, I'll be late for work. We wouldn't want that, now would we?
One year ago today: I played the Rach today at the fundraiser, and afterwards Dave commented to me that he got into the journey of the piece; that he lost himself in the emotional journey that the song goes on... I started thinking about that; about how that piece is such an emotional one for me. On one scale, the piece itself is definitely a journey, and when I play it, I go on a journey every time. Each time, it's different, too. It depends on my mood, and on the place that I'm at that particular day.
infinite || abyss
posted at 5:19 p.m.
