...because why else would a guy be so infatuated with me? I must be amazing.
So the story.... at least the short version...
I thought I had given up on romance, especially ones that start in the office, so to speak. But why not give it one last try? And this guy is cute. Completely adorable. And somehow we got to talking and numbers where exchanged. The first date was wonderful and he is wonderful and from that night my life will forever be changed. The second date was also wonderful and the very next day. We watched some movies and talked. All around me life kept spinning but all I was aware of was him and his voice and how much I meant to him. Date three was a bit odd. That was the night of the recital and he came to dinner with me and 7 of my friends. Who in their right mind would go out with a girl and al of her friends? It was a great night and everyone that made is happen, thank you for your time and hard work.
My week has been great. My summer school class is pretty cool and eye opening; my friends have been so helpful with the recital and all the running around I'm doing; plus my students have learned a lot in the last year- making me a great teacher. To top all of that, I found a man that floats on my wavelength and adores me. (I think he's kind of neat too.)
Tonight is the Woodies. (Wow, it's been a year.) He is going with us, Jeca and I. Making me even more excited about getting dressed up. (I look hot today.) Tomorrow is Elisa's graduation and the Mendes family party. That will be a long day. But worth it.
I haven't been this happy in 2 years. Time for a change.
Tomorrow is my third day of summer school. And even though I hated the thought of attending yet another semester, the first day proved to almost be worth the $3500+ in loans they are charging me. Because nothing is worth $3500 worth of loans. Not even Stetson...
Another reason I am spending more money than I want to is because all around me people are finishing their schooling and I am not. I am still "behind". Well, not behind. You can't be behind in college. Nevertheless, I am done being an undergraduate student. I want to be in a career or at least a job that is sort of what I sort-of-maybe-like-to-be-doing-as-an-adu
For those that do not know. My major. Because that is the only thing that matters as a college student, who you hang out with for 4 years.
I am a Humanities Major. It contains 3 areas of focus:
Two secondary- Religious Studies and Music.
I will also graduate with a Minor in Spanish.
What kind of job can I get after that? Any job I want. So there.
I have been thinking about going back to Boston and applying to Berklee. Because I might still want to get a degree from there. I have not made this apparent to anyone. I have at least a year left at Stetson, so why go and implant ideas for something that probably won't happen. I might get a job as soon as I leave Deland. Or go to grad school, I don't know. I think all of this came about with Jeca soon leaving for Virginia and Brian already being out on his own. (Sadly, this is the best time to step up and finish all that I've going for me.)
With Jeca gone, I won't have to drive to Orlando to just be in Orlando. And there are jobs closer to my house than Universal. I plan to apply for a substitute teaching gig in Volusa county, were Stetson is located. This might be the time to shine. As a good Humanities major should.
So my future looks good. My present, besides busy, just seems funny. My father is engaged. And to someone I like. She is pretty and funny and proved much more pleasant than any other woman he has ever been with. If your parents have never been divorced and you don't understand how anyone would want their parents to not be together, don't worry, this is for the best. They have been apart much longer than they were ever together. Anyway, my dad and his new fiance (and her two kids) are coming down in July and Tonya (the fiance) called me today and asked me to be her bridesmaid. I gladly accepted. So, even after years of thinking this would never happen, I get to be in my dad's wedding, a mere 12 or so years after my mother remarried. (I was in that wedding too. And now that I think about it, I was born when my parents where married. 3 weddings. OMG.) The oddest summer I have ever had.
You have now been updated. :-)
So I guess I did not make it clear a few days ago that I would be out of town this weekend. People came looking for me and calling me, making sure that I hadn't died. No, still very much alive. Only, in Atlanta.
(Note: I love Atlanta. If I didn't have too many ties to Florida, I would move ASAP. The landscape, the architecture, the air. Everything here is amazing and wonderful and beautiful. Why was I not born in Atlanta?)
So story is, I was asked to be a chaperon for the DPHS Orchestra and I said yes. But I told maybe 3 people, probably after they asked me to do something during that weekend. That weekend being this weekend. The weekend that I have had to watch my language and not be obscene and act like THE adult. The weekend I get to bestow all of my post-high school knowledge to those that unfortunately will be hung up on the wrong things until they graduate. Plus, I get to hear all the gossip that only chaperons hear! We got to see the Atlanta Symphony perform Rite of Spring by Stravinsky and I cried. Completely moving. (Since it's only 6 hours or so from home, I might have to make more trips here to come and see the symphony, even if no one will come with me. A profession orchestra so close is worth the money and the drive.)
This has been a hectic trip though. The tour company sent someone from Florida that knows nothing about Atlanta. And an incompetent bus driver, someone who also didn't know Atlanta existed. Nevertheless, the kids have had fun and I have had fun. Tomorrow at 0945, we will pull onto I-75 and head home. Oh, can I not wait to get home.
I can't wait to get home because I have tons of homework. The last few weeks of the semester is winding down and I am not ready to turn in everything that is due before the 25th. 6 days of actual classes before my finals begin, a week and a half left of the term. And that means, my first year at Stetson will be coming to a close.
Everything else is great. (Except that I threw up in the weapons room on Tuesday and haven't been to work since. Lets see what is said next Saturday...) My recital is in a few weeks too and so many ideas are floating around in my head that if I had 2 seconds, I would have written at least 2 new pieces. But I am patient. And good.
Where do you start when you don't really have a beginning or an end? In the middle? Right now, I guess, would be in the middle. Things are good. I have eaten, I am exhausted and I am currently posting a journal. That would be as right now as I can get.
My spring break was last week, a week before all of my friends. But, that is ok. I still hung out and had fun and made tons of money because I worked every day. As everyone expects me to, but no one likes.
I am still going out at least once a week, something new, with wonderful people. Last night was mini golf, something I have NEVER done. ( Which I could have cared less to ever do, but the group was fun. Even though I felt judged every time I swung my club.) The night didn't end for me until around 3 this morning but I had a blast and think that best time was the 2 hour conversation siting in the parking lot. There is some plane of limbo in parking lots. Jeca says talking and just hanging out in one is like being in-between worlds because you are leaving one place but haven't made it to the next destination yet. We had a very philosophical conversation about it this morning, as college students just waking up from a L-O-N-G night will do.
I miss parking lot conversations. Especially at 2 in the morning. Something about the air. Who knows.
In the last few weeks I have had some very interesting conversations. But the biggest one I seem to be hooked on is control. From all sides. Parental. Sexist. Male dominant. Feminist. All control. Birth Control. You name it. It might have to do with me watching the Matrix recently. Or, finding that all I am doing is controled by something. Time. Bosses. Friends. (Control is not necessarily bad/negative. It just is. Especially if you think you are above it.) Maybe because of the Matrix...
The Ides of March is nearing it's end, and I think, I should too.
Exams, readings, papers, work, practicing, rehearsals, phone calls, friends.
I've been a bit busier lately than I have been in a long time, and I think someone noticed. Anyway, I'm still alive. And here is your random update.
It being Valentines and me not having a valentine, society said I should have been moping around and being emo. Well I'm wasn't. I'm went out and partied it up with two of my closest friends. Some singles party at Howl at Moon. I'd never been there and Jeca was doing research for Heather's party. Anyway, it's just an excuse for us to go out. And Marco the unstoppable came along too. The night was fun and full of unexpected surprises. And those seem to be the only nights I have been having lately.
Later that week, on Saturday, I went out again with Jeca to Eric's party. And like always, I didn't eat much during my day at T2. But, I usually don't follow a 10 hour shift with drinking, which I did at Eric's birthday. And Jeca laughed her ass off. Let's just say, I couldn't drive home. And it's a great thing that Jeca drove. I woke up the next day still a little out of it.
Which happened to be the day of my sister's Sweet 16 party. Family, food, Jeca and a bunch of 16-18 year-olds that looked like the lemurs from Madagascar every time the DJ started a new song! (I like to move it, MOVE IT!) Anyway, that too was a long night.
Other than that, things have been less than hectic. I haven't had much to say about anything except how much time I am spending thinking aobut stuff I should be doing and not doing stuff I want. Does that make sense? I was told though, that I am doing what I should be doing right now and that the future will just happen. And I have to just be.
Oh. And I have been practicing my ass off. I have an audition soon. And I might need to be ready for it :-P
On saturday and sunday, I will be playing with the UCF orchestra, in case some of you forgot. I'm inviting anyone who reads this and cares to come to what will be a really nice concert.
Here are the important parts: saturday, the concert is at St. Luke Church in Oviedo. The address is 2021 W. State Road 426 (Aloma Road - near Lukas Nursery) Oviedo, FL 32765. The concert is at 7pm and will be live broadcast over NPR's 90.7.
The sunday concert will be at the First Presbyterian Church in downtown Orlando and begins at 4pm. The address is 106 E Church St Orlando, FL 32801 and is the same show as the saturday one.
You should really come out and support the arts. And I'll be playing, in there somewhere.
The first that I have been rehearsing with the UCF Orchestra and I am inviting anyone who cares to the concerts on February 10 and 11. On the 10th, a saturday, the concert is at 7. On the 11th, it's at 4. Both concerts will be held at St. Luke's Church in Oviedo, somewhere around UCF (I don't know the exact location but if you care, you'll ask). Plus, I will re-post this information for everyone next week, a little closer to the date. I would love for anyone who complains about knowing I play but never seeing or ever hearing me to come. Actually, I would love for all my friends to come out. Let me know if you're interested. The concert program is really cool and a lot of the music is fast or out-there.
Second really big thing is that I plan to put on a recital featuring my two students, plus musician friends of mine and hopefully their students. The two girls I teach are home schooled so they don't get the chance to perform for audiences and their parents are at every lesson. I want something for them to work up to and make a big production in the mean time. If you are interested in participating, let me know ASAP. I have to find a venue (which I have looked into), maybe admission price and how many pieces should be performed by each groups. Like I said, any ideas, comments or eager musicians that just want to show off in front of a bunch of little kids, give me a call or let me know. Jeca (or Jessica as some of you may know her) is my advertising and PR person, so she is also a good person to get in contact with if you can't find me. I am planning for sometime in May so it's not tomorrow. But get back to me ASAP.
For Marco, my love, here is an update that should be sufficient. I feel bad because when things are bad, with people in general, you find out EVERYTHING about their horrible life and why. But when someone is having an ok/happy/good/content time with life, you never hear about it.
Upon request, here is a happy update.
I have been wanting to go out more and Jeca gladly accommodated. I have gone out quite a bit, just about every weekend since school started and it is tiring. And I think I got it all out of my system. Not that I don't want to hang out anymore. But, I don't feel the need to force it. I felt that I was missing out on life if I sat around doing homework or watching a movie at home (or more likely, at Jeca's). So much had changed that I couldn't control that I made a conscience decision to make a change. And I found that I didn't need to. (Glad I didn't tattoo or pierce something like I usually do in these situations.)
I didn't do much. Come on, really. I'm boring and it takes a lot to impress me. However, the concert at Stardust Cafe of the band, the Harpers, was great. That was Friday night and worth the drive to Winter Park. Most of, if not all of the members of this band went to HS with me (the lead singer and I had a class together, the one of the guitarist played in one of the musicals with me) and graduated a year or so after I did. If you like rock/alternative and you support local bands, check out myspace.com/theharpersband. They are good.
I think the Pleasure Island adventure was posted about. I went back with Christian and that was great. I forget that I don't drink too much, so anything strong makes me giggly. (And the scenery in Adventurer's Club didn't help.)
I have been working a lot at Disney and I wish that would stop. I love the free admission but I can't do safaris more than once a month. Just too much. I have fun but I don't know anyone and working more than a 6 hour is hell. But, Universal isn't giving me hours so I had to get desperate. And work at DAK.
School is going. I am starting to get behind, but that is because of the excessive hanging out. The weeks are short but the days feel very long and with all the stuff I have on my plate, you would think that I would enjoy a break and not go out. Ha.
No trouble, no drama, no mess. See'll see how long that last.
Thanks for thinking of me Marco. Hope you see you soon.
1) Pleasure Island
2) The number of clubs Jeca and I went into last night.
4) The number of times we walked through PI just because.
1) The number of drunk old men that asked me to dance.
So we wanted to go out and be adults for once. And Jeca and I made it til 11, which we thought was a start (we usually crash around 1030 or stay up doing homework cuz we're lame.) And I had a blast last night.
School is going well and I love all of my classes. Not that I love the teachers I have, but only someone really good could make Music Acoustics really interesting. And Prof. Riggs isn't that teacher. But, his ultimate dorky-ness isn't horrible and my days are spent productively.
So I woke up yesterday morning and my throat hurt. I thought nothing of it and my day went ok. I did, however, have 3 mammoth sneezes and my head almost exploded. I went to bed with my back hurting from my 3 hour rehearsal and feeling a bit groggy. This morning, I woke up feeling like shit. My throat hurt, my back hurt and I couldn't breath through my nose. Yea, sick. After I downed some Alka-seltzer and a multivitamin, I felt a bit better and made my way to class.
In other news, I'm still a dork. :-)