Another afternoon in the studio. While I wouldn't count this as free time, it certainly has plenty of slow moments. As I am writing this, I am thinking about the last two weeks and the abject lack of anything to blog about. Usually I have something stewing in my brain every couple of days, but, sadly, I have had nothing. The fact that I am much more busy this quarter may have something to do with it. I decided to join choir and I Cantori this quarter, in addition to working just under twenty hours a week to pay for school. So between the music department and my jobs (and fierce independent streak), I am pretty much not my own. Don't mistake this for a complaint; it is merely an explanation for my checked-outedness and elusivity (I sure hope that is a word--I'm pretty sure there are rules against two made-up words in a sentence) for those you that are around me. If nothing else, this quarter I am better learning to manage my time. I am pretty sure that is the only way that I can survive with my gpa semi-intact. The only problem is trying to fit all the things and people that are important into the time that I have.
Actually, now that I am taking the time to write, things are starting to emerge from the murky depths of my brain. The week before last, before I realized that procrastination would be my undoing, there were a good number of late nights (now that's an ironic adjective--late nights spent studying are rarely good). As I was walking back from the fishbowl at two a.m., I just stopped and watched the sprinklers. Now it could be just a product of my eccentric brain, but i thought they were beautiful. The night was cold and crisp and the jets of water danced slowly over the moonlit green; the hiss of flowing water was quiet, just a whisper against the silence of early morning. It filled me with peace--albeit twinged with fatigue. It's the sort of moment you wish you could have shared with someone. Too bad all the sane people were in bed. Though, I admit, I would have even enjoyed the company of someone a bit less than sane.
I suppose that is the worst thing I have discovered about being busy: you are always occupied, but most often by yourself. It's pretty lame and I am not sure how to fix it. So that's the update.
Peas.
