Sorry it's been so long since posting. I haven't felt very inspired lately. I have indeed tried, given that I've started writing a new post at least 3 times before giving up and waiting another day. I still don't really have anything to talk about, I just figured if I got started my thoughts would get rolling...

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Any minute now.

Okay. One of the most frustrating things in the world is finding the balance/threshold of your ability to complain before it is looked upon as nonsense instead of venting or justified irritation. For example; I am second chair in the french horn studio at UofL. On all the orchestra programs, my name is last. Upon seeing it for the first time, I did a double take, hoping maybe it was in alphabetical order, or maybe order of class? But it wasn't. It was a blatant error, and my name was blatantly and obviously last. The worst part about it was that I knew it was arrogant and childish to complain about where your name was on a piece of paper, so I didn't. However, I work my ass off daily to know that I am in that chair for a reason, not because I got lucky in an audition. Not only on a piece of paper have I been misrepresented, but on part assignments. Even with friends! I don't do what I do to receive recognition for it, I don't help out friends so they'll help me in return or glorify what I do, I do it because I love helping people; it's who I am, I am a pushover, a people pleaser, etc etc, and I love being it because I love making people happy. However, it gets tiring when the favor is never returned.

Like I said, a balance. I will continue doing what I do knowing that karma is real; I will bounce back, my turn will come, blah blah blah. But I am starting to become quite exhausted.

Once I get rolling, I just keep on rolling, apparently.

Today was legitimately a bad day.

I hate the fact that I already feel like I have to filter what I put on this blog.

Today was a snow day! I felt more like a little kid than I have in a long time; snowmen, snowball fights and all. I really do have wonderful friends. All day I was able to hang out with people I love being around. Found some rainboots at Target with Jimmy, built a snowman with Brandon and Elizabeth, had a snowball fight with all three plus Dan, then warmed up while watching What Women Want. Afterwards I went to study with Aaron at the School of Music. Comstock Hall was open, so we laid all our notes out on the stage and had a very unproductive time of not studying. We then continued on to Wicks for some pizza with Gregg(gggg) and Kate and some other peoples. Then LOST!

Wonderful wonderful day. Sorry the past couple blogs have just felt like a compilation of Tweets. Maybe tomorrow I'll feel a bit more insightful.

It's been a few days. Since last Tuesday:

Wednesday: had to skip work to go to Dr. Tunnell's Faculty Trumpet Recital. I'm gonna have an awful paycheck after missing last Saturday as well.
Thursday: didn't have to go to any of my classes. Woke up at 6:30 in the morning to play at the KMEA breakfast in the horn ensemble. That was awful. However, being excused from my theory class, piano class being canceled as well as orchestra rehearsal left me with a completely free day to hang out with Jeremiah :)
Friday: yet another bright and early morning at the music school as we left for the CODA conference down in Atlanta, GA. An eight hour drive on a bus with friends is always a good time.
Saturday: a performance at Kennessaw State followed by two hours of student conductors attempting to not suck at conducting our orchestra with the Firebird Suite and Verdi. Afterward, a slightly rowdy evening at the hotel, complete with Kings and the transfer of beer and ice from room to room with a shower curtain. I succumbed to holding refuge in my hotel room with the few people that didn't feel like being crazy rowdy. Way too much stress.
Sunday: a nice drive back and a disappointing Super Bowl. Commercials and all.

Today: skippped theory this morning. A rather uneventful day of classes and work. Went to Quill's to study for history with Jon since Aaron decided to bail to go sledding on the zero amount of snow that was covering Louisville, KY at 9:00 tonight. Bhah.

Now listening to my All State performance from my junior year. Hanson's Romantic Suite. It's not as good as I remembered it. Hoping for a snow day tomorrow as well.

And I just realized this entire blog sounds like numerous Twitter posts.

Today is the big day, the premiere of the final season of Lost. I don't know whether to be extremely stoked or extremely sad. This feels like the moment I started reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. An entire era of my life was coming to a close with a 1,000+ page book. And just for the record, I did in fact cry when I finished it. Lost definitely wasn't an entire era of  my life, especially since I didn't start watching it devotedly until the third season had started, and I had started with the second season, not the first. Don't worry, I caught up and all was in order! I am just as much a Lost fanatic as the next person.

Exactly 108 minutes prior to the season premiere of Lost is the equivalent of one hour and 48 minutes, which will be 6:12pm. I will definitely be documenting what's happening at 6:12 this evening.

Why yes, I am a Lost fanatic.

I've had a pile of dishes in my sink that have been begging me to be washed for the past three days. So I decided to post a blog.

I realized today how behind I am on pretty much everything. Money issues; LG&E bill looming, UofL messed up my scholarship money (go figure), paying rent, etc. Music school issues; getting all the books I need, all my solos and etude books and such, figuring out how the hell I'm gonna get into the CSO with the high register I have (or lack there of). Oh, and most pertinently, how am I going to watch Lost tomorrow!? The premiere of the last season. What a beautiful and detrimental moment. So bittersweet.
I'm getting shit done tonight, however. I made three lists today. One, a list of things I had to do today. Two, a list of things I need to have done by the end of the week. And three, an hour by hour schedule for today and tomorrow to get said lists nice and check marked. It's going to be a swell evening.

And I s'pose I'll start with dishes.