Well, I am-a ready to go to the New York. Wish me a safe and turbulance-free flight, especially since I have a slight history of motion sickness and it is expected to rain in Buffalo tonight. :o

Yesterday at work, one of the really funny ladies in the office became a naturalized US citizen. We had a natualization celebration for her. It was great. Today after I had been bored at work for about an hour, she poked her head into my office with a grin on her face and yelled "GOOD MORNING!" and then ran away before I had a chance to react.

It's things like that that make me actually like my job.

Also, today Dave Glerum played both Rhapsody in Blue by Gershwin and Ravel's Piano Concerto. Two jazzy piano concertos in one day? Heck yes.

I might have computer access there, and I may not. So signing off for now, hope I come home in one piece (and not frozen!).

I'm-a flyin to Buffalo/Rochester this weekend to visit some family and get a lesson with Bonnie Boyd from Eastman. I am quite excited. It's a whole different world up there. And with any luck, I might just make it to Chefs...

I am probably going to make a road trip to NC sometime in July to have a lesson with Dr. Buck from Arizona State (she teaches at Brevard). I started thinking about what we would talk about, and I imagined her asking me why I didn't go to Brevard. Then I got mad about Brevard all over again.

In other news, I am fairly certain that Joe Girardi is psychic.

It's raining really hard and I do NOT have to walk in it.

Tallastupid.

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So one of the lyrics in a VW song are as follows:

How am I supposed to pretend
I never want to see you again

which I find very clever. It can be taken two different ways. There is obviously no punctuation in music, so it can either mean "How am I supposed to pretend [that] I never want to see you again?" or the slightly meaner "How am I supposed to pretend? I never want to see you again."

Those guys.

Clearly, my natural talents do not lie in throwing a frisbee.

I just love the twinkle, the excited look in rookies' eyes when they play. The look that tells stories of how hard they have worked, and the wonder that they have finally made it, living the dream in the majors.

Melky had it, Pedroia had it...someday I'll have it.

SIBELIUS SYMPHONY NO. 2 ROCKS MY WORLD.

The problem here is that I enjoy life a bit too much. There are many activities I would like to do every day. Since I never have enough time to do all of these activities, I am always dissapointed that something had to be sacrificed. Thus, while I feel like I have wasted the day every single day, I really did the best I could to compromise.

God, family, friends, flute. That's my newest order.

Dreams aren't worth anything if you don't enjoy life in the process of achieving them.

The alphabet and I are very well-aquainted...I mean, well-acquainted.

A great sermon...Yankees win...FSU wins by a landslide (we're in the world series, yo!!!)...enough practice time...a good game of Ultimate (my team didn't win, but I did manage to make some plays)...watching the clouds pass the stars...and games with the gang.

That's what makes a good...nay, great...day.

Do you guys ever fear that maybe your friends don't enjoy your company after all? I believe we are all a lot more insecure than we must appear on the outside.

This has been one of those weeks that is so good that I spontaneously dance around my room in bursts of joy. Nothing special going on, I just love this here life I have been given. And Vampire Weekend.

Earthlink's Top Headline of the Day:
Alleged 9/11 plotter says artist made nose too big

What is wrong with these news headlines?

I simply cannot stop listening to Vampire Weekend!!! They're my new favorite band, I am in love with every song I have heard. Even the ones with cursing, though I wish they wouldn't do that.

Have a listen

In case anyone is wondering about my life right now (hahahahah!!!), I will post later (hahahahaha!!!). Good joke, me.

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At one point someone told us "you two were made for each other," and at the moment I really believed it to be true.

I am such a hypocrite.
YOU ARE SUCH A HYPOCRITE.

(get it?)

PS Ultimate rocks my socks. I am going to be sore until I play again next week, and that's the way it should be.

PPS Go to the PostSecret exhibit at the Brevard art museum. It appeals to all kinds of humans. You'll like it.

About Obama:

"He smokes so he can get the redneck vote."
-Dad

You live right now, not "later." It's going to be okay, it's always okay. Have a little faith.

Today I have feelings, and I don't like it.

Iron deficiency ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I think I may be going insane

Earthlink's top headline of the day:
Japanese scientists create microscopic noodle bowl

You can be the judge of that one.

PSA: Hey ladies. Take iron supplements. Because if you don't, bad things could happen.

Ultimate is ultimate.

"Which way are we going?"
-Me

I are sore.

I thought the Yanks were doing badly....and then they played the Mariners. Man, that is a team with PROBLEMS.

Good choices are better than bad choices.

I didn't advance.

It's a struggle, this business.
It's one victory among a thousand rejections.
It's never having time or money.
It's never being as good as you would like to be,
no matter how hard you work
It's Frustration with a capital F

My Brahms was beautiful

OPO audition tomorrow. I have prepared pretty hard for it, and I feel confident that I will play well for this one. There is an iddy-bitty little chance that I will actually win the audition, but I think there is actually a good chance that I could finally advance to the second round of my own accord. So that's my goal this time around. Make it to the semi-finals.

I took this same audition almost exactly two years ago. It was my first ever, and boy was I nervous! Two years of studying at the college level and a new expensive flute should at least grant me another round, right?

I did a mock audition with my parents tonight. It's a great way to prepare for the audition atmopshere, though I doubt the real judges will cover their ears and say "that's high!" when I start playing piccolo (but I guess you never know).

If I do well, Soli Deo Gloria...glory to God alone.

Okay Yankees, today is my dad's birthday. If you can't pull together for a win today, I swear, I will punch each and every one of you in the grill. IN THE GRILL. Even you, Melky.

"Mommy, can I get married?"
"No."
"But all the COOL KIDS are getting married!"

PSA: Don't get married because all the cool kids are doing it.

Facebook keeps thinking that I need to lose weight and I want a boyfriend.

That's funny.

Sometimes, I really have a hard time tearing myself away from listening to music so I can practice.

I love music. A lot.

Thank you, God, for sending music to this world.

Prince Caspian is a hottie.

Is it just me, or do the Saint-Saens cello concerto and Scheherezade have a theme (or at the least, a motive) in common?

Do any of you have in your personal music library CD's that you only listen to certain times or seasons of the year, and if you listen to it at the "wrong" time, it will immediately recall the atmosphere of the "right" time? I have a lot of music like that.

The Office season finale was AWESOME!!

Memory Lane, you make me smile.

"It's David versus David...there's no Goliath."

-Dad

There's something about this place that is so peaceful and relaxing and pleasant, something that makes it infinitely better than Tallahassee, no matter how wonderful my friends are there (and they are wonderful!!).
I look out my window and see palm trees, a fresh-cut bright green lawn, houses that look like my own, families out riding bikes together, old men walking dogs, mailboxes, lizards, an a great expanse of sky. You just don't see these things in Tallahassee. I really like it here. More and more every time I come home, I think.

It bothers me just a little when people go off to college and like "the college life" so much that they reject their roots, so much so that they refuse to call their permanent residence "home." I'm not talking about anyone in particular here (and I know you think I am, but I'm really not). I was ready to leave home too, to call somewhere else home. But you just cannot reject where you came from, and you cannot reject the parents who raised you.

This especially goes for those who, like me, grew up here in Brevard. Because let me tell you something: I don't care what you say--Brevard County is a beautiful place, and you better not take it for granted. Even if there is nothing left for you here (and most likely, there will be something left), that doesn't take away the beauty. It's where people dream of living, for pete's sake! I don't understand how a few years at college can change that.

These fires mean business. So much destruction. It's scary out there. It's all you can do but stare wide-eyed at your television, praying it doesn't happen to you.

And a huge earthquake in China.

And some devestating tornados in Oklahoma.

Maybe the end really is coming.

I love you, mom!

Years ago
Before stress existed
I would listen to music every night
As a lullaby
Close my eyes
And bask in the beauty of the orchestra
The swells and the swoops
Daydream
About the future
Soon I would fall asleep
And dream about the past

Now I listen to music before I sleep at night
The same music
The oldest in my collection
But somehow most fresh and innocent;
I daydream about the past
And when I fall asleep
I dream about the future

News Flash!
Victory for Block Star loyals! Apparently our endless complaints, calls for change, and dropping the application "tetris friends" has driven them to add a mode called "tetris block star," their version of the game we all knew and loved. Good work, friends!

I was listening to 105.1 on the way to work today and they were hosting a radio trivia show. There were three contestants. One of the questions was "Who wrote the play A Midsummer Night's Dream?"

Their three answers were Poe, Tolstoy, and Emily Bronte.

WHAT

I'm getting a lot better at spider solitare.

Jin: "Do you think she knows that he likes her?"
Sun: "She's a woman. We always know."

So true.

Yeah, okay.

So I was listening to NPR yesterday, and they played a bit from a soundtrack that Nino Rota wrote originally for Italian television, but I suppose it somehow made its way to the American big screen. ANYWAY, the film was called "The Orchestra Rehearsal," and the plot at first sounded ludicrous to me. The orchestra was a metaphor for humanity, with its sorrows and joys and suprises and everything that comes with humanity. And the conductor turned out to be God in the end.

"That's such a silly concept," I thought to myself as this plot was being explained.

But then I started thinking about it more (because there's nothing else for me to do at work than to think about things), and I realized that this plot is actually a pretty accurate portrayal of my beliefs when it comes to predestination:

The notes are already written for us, but we may choose to play the right notes or the wrong notes. And the conductor, though He leads us through the whole symphony and directs every rehearsal (and we certainly could not play it without Him), cannot force us to play the right notes. Not because He is powerless (once in a while He may stop rehearsal to remind us of the key signature), but because He chooses to leave us alone. And the whole orchestra must work together to sound good, to play beautifully.

So there you go.

Some interesting thoughts today...remind me..."Prova d'orchestra"

Charles Dickens, dudes. That's where it's at. If you have read Dickens and still don't think he's an absolute genuis, there's something wrong with you.

It seems that I have a favorite author, Dickens, and a favorite composer, Copland, that I keep coming back to. Now I need a favorite artist...oh yeah, Thomas Kinkade, that's his name. The painter of light. I saw a gallery in Key West and one just the other day in the mall when I was shopping. Every one of his paintings, every single one...absolutely stunning. It's because they always have a lot of sky in them.

Plus he painted Yankees stadium, and that is just awesome.

There are definitely worse places to spend five hours a day then the Brevard County Health Department. I like my job.

HEY, I am first alternate for the NFA performer's masterclass competition.

I am also first alternate for the NFA orchestral excerpt competition/masterclass.

It's been a successful musical year for me, but I have to say, I feel like I am always runner-up. I got second place in two competitions. I got the second-best music award. I was in the second-best ensemble. I got waitlisted at Brevard and some other festivals. And now I'm the alternate in two competitions. I mean, yes, they are national competitions, and of course I am very happy to be an alternate, but you have to admit that there seems to be a trend this year.

Understand that I'm not frustrated, it's just an observation I've made.

The thing is, these are pretty big competitions. The orchestral audition competition (that rhymes) only takes three finalist and an alternate. All three finalists get prize money, and first prize is $1200. Woah! And though I have done "national" competitions before, these are the only ones I have done that aren't actually regional competitions in diguise.

Anyway, I almost had a heart attack when I opened the email and saw "congratulations!" It's too bad I couldn't have done just a tiny bit better...

(P.S. Jacqui, this was the same recording session, haha)

I went shopping today. All that money was burning a hole in my wallet. I got a new wardrobe. That's not true, but I did get a lot of stuff. Dresses, tanks, tops, skirts, sweaters (on sale in the summer!), a new black concert shirt, and a purse. Oh my, I am such a girl right now.

It's about time to embrace the fact that I'm not a child anymore. I'm 21, I should dress the part. I've grown up a lot this year, in so many ways...that's what today was all about. Updating my style to match the changes everywhere else in my life.

However, I did not find that red dress I was looking for. We ran out of time before I could even begin to look! Ah well, better luck next time.

I help the economy. If people spent money as freely as I did today, we wouldn't have a crisis.

I really like my friends, so I get unreasonably mad whenever I can't spend a lot of time with them.

Friendship, I've discovered, is sometimes something that does not come easily. Oh yeah, sometimes friendship is easy--you're always home at the same times, or you go to the same school, or you live together--but sometimes, it's really hard to maintain a real relationship with friends because for one reason or another they are just away, not with me, for long periods of time. And that makes me sad, every time. There's something about losing friends to life that seems unfair to me. It's not unfair, I know, but it feels like it is.

A 4.0 semester. Good egg!

I am getting more and more excited about the possibility of auditioning at Lynn for grad school. I've always said that I would love to stay in Florida (it's right on the beach!), and Renee Siebert is one of my favorite teachers I've had. And of course, she has experience out the wazoo. And right next to the New World Symphony...subbing, maybe? Or even winning a job after getting a degree? I don't know, all I know now is that it all sounds very exciting. I knew I met Kasia for a reason.

I'm home.
Packing wasn't that fun, buuuut I saw a most radiant rainbow during the drive. I wanted to stare at it instead of the road.

Need to practice, like woah.

Tampa Bay swept Boston?
No complaints here, but...man.

Why is it that every time I say to myself, okay, I am going to go to school and practice now, I instead eat chocolate and check facebook? IS IT BECAUSE YOU KNOW I LOVE COUNT CHOCULA??

I
CAN'T
SLEEP

I hope I get more than 5 hours of sleep before MY graduation.

Also, that it doesn't rain like it did in high school.

I'm 18 credits away from graduation...::shudder::

Only one last night of study, and then I'm finished with the semester. One week off and then it's the beginning of a long summer filled with practice, party, and work, which incidentally, is a lot less "work" than what I do here, because it ends when I leave to go home at 2:30.

Hopefully I'll meet some potential grad school teachers over the summer so someone will give me money to go to grad school next year.

Oh, by the way, I made first alternate in the NFA performer's masterclass competition. Pretty cool stuff.
Jacqui, that was the one recording we did in Lindsey where I kept talking to myself and saying "this is really hard" after messing up. I guess something worked out okay in there.

Getting paid for a musical
Working all summer
Not spending money on a summer fest
Tax Return
"Economic stimulus"
Birthday money
+ Winning a big scholarship
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Time to go shopping

Some of my friends have done this, and now that they've talked about it in speech class, I want to do it too. It's basically tells you what you know and don't know about yourself.

Fill it out! If you write anonomyous (or however you spell that word), I'll never know it was you who voted. I'm not a computer geek who can look up IP or anything like that, I promise.

Johari window
Nohari window

Lats night I had nightmares. The kind that you get when you are a kid, about ghosts and haunted houses. It sounds funny now, but it was really NOT funny in the dream. I forgot how powerful an emotion fear can be. I've had bad dreams in my older years, about things that could actually happen, people chasing me trying to kill me...but those were somehow different. In these nightmares last night, I was scared of something I couldn't see. You don't know exactly what is after you, you don't know what it is capable of, you just know that is has some kind of power over you and your companions and that your destiny is in its hands and not your own.

In other words, it's unknown.

I haven't had real nightmares in about 16 years. But I remember now what it's like to wake up in total paralyzing fear, only to realize that it's just a dream.

I love wind orchestra.

You think I'm crazy, I know. But playing that Maslanka Symphony makes me so incredibly happy. And I don't really care who thinks I'm lame, or who thinks that Maslanka isn't real music, or who thinks that band is inferior to orchestra. I don't really care. I love band, I love Maslanka, and I love wind orchestra. I think we are going to give a knockout concert tonight and I am so excited! It's so wonderful to play with such supportive and talented colleagues in the flute section, and such a solid band all-around. There are no weak spots anywhere. It's great. I've never played with such a good band in my life, and I have to say, it's possible that I have never had so much fun making music before.

Go to the wind orchestra concert. You won't regret it.

My life right now:

I need more hugs.

A life lesson I learned today: if you miss a dress rehearsal, you might miss out on some VITAL information that if you don't hear will cause you to make embarassing mistakes at a concert. Tenor solo in the rest!

However, if you get the choice to sit it out or dance, GO DANCE!!

P.S. Mas N' Steel is too cool for school.

A comment on my paper:

Passive voice is used throughout.
You've used passive voice throughout.

lol

Guys, we as a society are literally killing Brittney Spears. Leave her alone already. Didn't we learn anything from Princess Diana?

"It's that time of the year that when you are awake you're not really awake, and when you're asleep you're not really asleep."

So true.

Craig: I'm thinking about opening my socks.

CMAC is actually pretty cool.

I knew some of the people who came in to give budget presentations. It's a good example of credibility. You never know who is going to be on the committee that decides if your group gets funded or not, so just respect everyone. To grad students: don't write off undergrads like me. We can have an impact, believe it or not.

"It's a magic trick."
"What, playing in tune?"

Q: If you find a shovel on the side of the road and you write your name on it, is that art?

A: No.

I AM SO EXCITED!!!!

I got the freaking Brautlecht scholarship!!! $3000!!!!!!

This is what the letter says:

The scholarship is awarded to one undergraduate music major per academic year. The award is based upon scholarship, performance and/or composition, musical and academic excellence, and outstanding promise for success in the music profession.

(take that, Brevard!)

And at the luncheon, I sat at Dean Gibson's table! I was the star for the day!

I feel so blessed right now. Thank you, forces that made this happen.

Congratulations also to Sivan, who recieved the coveted Presser award. I can't think of a better person to give it to. She's been the best horn player here since she came as a freshman.

Wow. Just wow. It's a good day.

I am getting the big award today. I will finally find out what exactly it is and why I am getting it.

I am still very excited! Wee!

Edit: By the way, they changed the title of the game from Block Star to Tetris Friends. You be the judge of that one.

I must comment on the collective spirit of the tetris-playing community.

As of noon yesterday, I was a huge fan of an application on facebook called "Block Star." I played it every day; it helped me relax and unwind, it let me really listen to music while I played it, and it was just plain fun! Well, 24 hours ago, the application got taken over by a big company (clearly a sellout) and the new company basically ruined the application. They changed everything and it's not fun anymore, it's horrible. I don't know how you can ruin a good game like tetris, but they managed to do it.

Well, like me, ALL of the Block Star addicts on facebook are outraged. In 24 hours, the rating of the application fell from 5 stars (rating of 5, the highest it can get) to 2 stars (rating of 1.9), and it's still falling. Player after player is giving it the lowest rating possible. Block Star loyals have flooded the message boards with discussions about how everyone HATES the new version (which, by the way, doesn't even work for mac users anymore), and there are approximately 50 pages of wall posts of enraged users just like me. Check it out for yourself. It's simply amazing.

I have never seen such a unanimous agreement about anything in my life. There is virtually no Block Star user that likes the new version. People are REALLY MAD about it, and they're voicing their opinions. I am so proud of the tetris community. I know that the big new company probably isn't going to bring back the old Block Star like we have called for, but at least we have brought them down with us by lowering the rating till it's the lowest it can get and then leaving the application.

I know it sounds crazy, but it's inspiring to me to see a community work together like this. And all because of tetris.

Just in case you were wondering, Baroque flute does not equal panpipes.

I guess one postive aspect of hearing loss will be more sound sleep, huh?

UNRELATED

Hey, general public...
chill out, okay?
It's gonna be okay.

Oh my gosh, I have the biggest headache right now. I have been playing music, mostly piccolo, for SEVEN straight hours. 2 in wind orchestra, one in studio, and four in Secret Garden rehearsal. Uuuuughhhh

I love music, but there comes a time when you've had too much of a good thing...
also, I'm bad at recorder

I am going to sleep well tonight.

I don't know how to word what I want to say...

Basically, I am glad that I have friends that are guys.
And we have the same relationship as my girl friends.

That's a good thing.
The end.

The next planet was inhabited by a drunkard. This visit was a very brief one, but it plunged the little prince into a deep depression.

"What are you doing there?," he asked the drunkard, whom he found sunk in silence before a collection of empty bottles and a collection of full ones.

"Drinking," replied the drunkard, with a gloomy expression.

"Why are you drinking?" the little prince asked.

"To forget," replied the drunkard.

"To forget what?" inquired the little prince, who was already feeling sorry for him.

"To forget that I'm ashamed," confessed the drunkard, hanging his head.

"What are you ashamed of?" inquired the little prince, who wanted to help.

"Of drinking!" concluded the drunkard, withdrawing into silence for good. And the little prince went his way, puzzled.

"Good morning," said the little prince.

"Good morning," said the salesclerk. This was a salesclerk who sold pills invented to quench thirst. Swallow one a week and you no longer feel any need to drink.

"Why do you sell these pills?"

"They save so much time," the salesclerk said. "Experts have calculated that you can save fifty-three minutes a week."

"And what do you do with those fifty-three minutes?"

"Whatever you want"

"If I had fifty-three minutes to spend as I liked," the little prince said to himself, "I'd walk very slowly toward a water fountain..."

I got waitlisted at Brevard for the third year in a row.

I am really, really ticked off right now. I am absolutely sure that I am at the right level now. I had a great audition and a very strong resume. All around me my colleagues at the same level as me are easily getting into these festivals. What is going on?? What do I have to do to get into Brevard? WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO??

AFDENWJAIEIJDFSFUIQEAYWO

I am lazy and tired and I want to hear from Brevard. I am very aware that I have felt and acted listless the whole day.

And yes, I would like some cheese with that whine.

I'm going to get a big award.
I don't know much about it.
But I am excited.

I really believe I have the best parents in the world. I love you, mom and dad!

Call me crazy, but I predict some very good things in my near future. I just have a feeling.
You'll see.

It's opening day!!!!!

...and the game got rained out.

Ah well.

This is the day the Lord has made,
Let us rejoice and be glad!

I am so darn happy right now.
The birthday weekend was, in a word, AWESOME.

I am 21 years old.

Here I am,
healthy and young
with hope for the future in Christ,
a loving family,
and awesome, supportive friends.
In Florida, the sunshine state
studying something I truly love.

Things couldn't be better
and there ain't nothin wrong with that!

The good ol' days are RIGHT NOW!!!

It
was
awesome
.

Hey dudes.
Tomorrow is my 21st birthday!!
I am so excited.
People are telling me to stay safe, to not go crazy.
I have to wonder...
Do they even know me?
I am the biggest prude in the world.
Of course I'm not going to make bad decisions.

Anyway, a movie called 21 is coming out today, and that is coincidental.

The end.

Hey Brevard
It's almost April 1
Get your butt in gear


I have had such an incredibly easy semester that I almost can't believe it. I get my practicing and school stuff in, I sleep as much as I want, and I still have hour upon hour to just relax. I would highly recommend this lifestyle.

I suppose getting the plague makes up for it though. A little.

There's a big ol' hole
Goes right through the soul
And this ol' shoe
And the water on the ground
ain't got no place else it's found
so it's only got one thing left to do
Just creep on in

These lyrics make no sense

I was walking home from a class today and for the first time I made a conscious effort to listen to the birds. THERE ARE A LOT OF BIRDS HERE! And they're loud and noisy and they really make music, I swear they make music. I thought to myself, I guess I don't need an ipod to listen to music on my walk. I can just listen to the birds singing.

They're pretty awesome.

Wind orchestra...too much sometimes.

I have a cold. It's not that bad, but I'm kinda tired and can't really breathe. I am, however, almost enjoying the nerdiness of my stuffy nose. I'll breathe that throaty nasaly breath, push my glasses up, and ask the cool guys on dates.

Had a lot of fun last weekend. I love friends.

Wow

Lessons in pokemon so people won't keep calling my keychain Charizard:



Dragonite:

Charizard:

Dragonite is a nice dragon. Like Puff. Charizard is a mean dragon, like the ones in Harry Potter.

ASHER!

I wish I could play the flute
better.

It really bums me out when I'm not up to par.
(Or below par, if you're talking golf.)

Hey, it's the first day of spring, and we're playing the Rite of Spring. I knew it was bad luck to play it in the winter. Didn't I say that? Maybe not. But I thought it.

Today was an interesting day.

When I came back to school yesterday, I got a pleasant suprise: the flowers are in bloom! I love spring here, it's so beautiful.

My theory is that all produce is grown by the same company. After everything has been picked, they divide it into two groups. If it is quality produce, it goes to Publix. If it is damaged in any way, it goes to Wal-Mart.

ALSO on an unrelated note, FSU is cool and here's why. These are actual courses you can take for credit here:

backpacking
rock climbing
bowling
golf
volleyball
racquetball
soccer
tennis
basketball
flag football
ultimate frisbee
aerobic dance
self defense/martial arts.
circus activities
swimming

I think I am going to take self-defense next year. Given my natural talent to be overpowered by basically anyone on the planet, I think it may be a good idea to know some things about self-defense. Dwight would agree.

Hey dudes. I'm finally home and lovin' it. Spent 24 hours with Joshee in Jacksonville. I have to say, Jacksonville would be an awesome place to go to school. The whole place reminded me of Brevard county, but the cool parts of Brevard county, like Cocoa Beach and Merritt Island.
My activities there can be summed up in a couple words: softball, RUF, beach, subs, Smash Bros, free chicken. I don't think the guys expected me to be as good as them at Smash Bros. They never do.

In short, it was a really good time with a really good friend.

So now I'm home trying to make up for not playing flute for a whole week. I really missed ol' Bernie. Now that I am well enough to play again, I can't put it down. Flute playing is just so fun! We forget that sometimes, but it really is true.
There was one oboist I played alongside in orchestra who looked at me enviously every time I sounded like I was having fun playing. Oboe must not be as fun as flute. :b