just a quick recap of the last few days. i'm still here because my parents decided that saturday was too soon for me to leave. so i'm leaving tomorrow (or today if you wanna be technical) in the evening.
friday i went to morning Mass, where i met up with viki and did some brief catching up and discussion about where exactly i was going. which was cool. then i had lunch with jessica, whom i had not seen in a rather long time. we got hamburgers and talked about all kinds of stuff.. college plans, career plans, Christianity, the works. that was high quality discussion. i had dinner with my family and got a lot of my tour shopping done, then hung out with angelica for a while.
yesterday i did more shopping and paperwork and whatnot, then went to red robin with kayla/marcel/jessicajin. i wasn't so sure how that group was gonna work out, but it was actually really really solid. afterwards i think i bought more stuff (i'm really tired and this weekend has basically just been a blur of shopping and hanging out), then i tried to scrape together the remainder of my friends to see them one last time. unfortunately our schedules just didn't line up, so nothing went down.
today, i faxed some paperwork to the blue knights office, went to Mass, hung around because plans fell through (which was unbelievably disappointing!), went to Mass again, went out to eat for father's day, and picked up the last few items on my list of stuff to take. so now i'm all packed up and everything.
thanks to all of you who took the time to see me; it's been one heck of a weekend. thanks to everyone who tried but couldn't; i regret it solemnly, but do not treat it as the end. i shall return. and a final expression of gratitude to all of you who have stood beside me through this long and confusing ordeal, encouraging me, believing in me, advising me. without you all i don't know where i would be. my sincerest thanks.
that's right. after all of this ridiculous trouble, it seems that i'm actually going to march this summer.
not a permanent spot per se, but as the low brass alternate. that means i may or may not actually march in any given performance, and i'll be jumping instruments, so sometimes i'll play baritone, sometimes euphonium, and sometimes contra (the drum corps version of tuba). it's possible (but improbable) that another low brass player will drop out, in which case i would take over their permanent spot.
i'm flying to denver on saturday. in two days.
i just found all of this out today, by the way. i got a phone call at like 8pm.
tomorrow i'm going to try to stuff my day with the company of all my friends for a final time this summer (and some for the final time ever), and then get packed and get all my shopping done and whatnot. though i may leave some packing and shopping for saturday before i leave. if so, it won't be much.
if you can come make it out to any shows, i would love to see any and all of you. after our performance you can come to the bus area of whatever stadium we're at and hang out with me for a little. that's a great time to bring me food and other cool stuff that will make me happy lol. but don't feel obligated; i'd be happy just to see you!
anyway, as for xanga, i don't know whether i'll be able to update it at all while on tour. so i could be silent here until august. but you can text me at any time and i'll get back to you eventually. if for some reason you don't have my phone number and want it, hurry up and contact me about it some other way before saturday rolls around.
friends, i want to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for all the support and counsel that i have received from you. without these things from those of you who did give it, i never could have made it this far; and this far is not the end of it. it is only the beginning. who knows what will come of this. i'm going to miss all of you very much. don't forget about me while i'm gone! i'm coming back, after all...
still, there is much that could be said, however little there is to be done.
but ah, to look upon this vast library of words that could now be wielded as daggers commands remembrance of days past, when such a collection did not exist. and indeed diverts attention to a different collection entirely. a library even more vast, whose books are packed tightly on every shelf for want of space, and even then there are piles of still more books laying around, unsorted as of yet, though it is unclear whether this is for want of space or because the librarian simply has no idea what to do with them. perhaps he has never seen books of this sort.
i will take up no daggers. no longer is it in my nature to draw blood by any means. i, for one, am no fighter. not today. not here.
7-2 unsuited (heart-spade). and the bloody giant comes crashing down.
yet still i have not even the heart to accuse you.
which is really not good. in fact, i'd say it's really BAD. so i'm gonna start returning to a normal sleep schedule.
considering that i haven't been awake for very long, i don't really have anything to write about. i haven't done anything. i didn't do anything yesterday either. and between my last entry and the present moment, i haven't really thought about anything groundbreaking. so eh.
i tried to call the registrar to try to change my major and declare my minor, but found out that they're now operating on summer hours, which means they're closed at four. so no luck. gotta call back tomorrow.
i'm kind of excited to get my laptop though. since i'm doing computer science now, it only makes sense that i have a ridiculously powerful computer. and my dad is pretty knowledgeable about that. WINDOWS FTW
in another very exciting bit of news, Pope Benedict XVI has appointed someone new to the board of Bishops that's in charge of the Divine Liturgy, in an effort to enhance its aptitude to create and introduce A NEW ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THE ROMAN MISSAL. win win win. i read a little by the Archbishop-elect, Fr. Augustine Di Noia, and he seems really solid. so hopefully these Liturgical changes will also be solid. good stuff.
i wrote this after having experienced so little of my day because i basically expect nothing to happen today.
it's originally by some folk singers named SIMON AND GARFUNKEL. what the sam, nice name lol. i can tolerate that version, and i suppose that if i were in the right mood, i could probably even enjoy it a little. but a small vocal group called the king's singers took that song and made a really cool a capella version of it that i like a lot. especially with all that barbershop stuff mike/andrew/bill/i did back during marching season. the bluecoats drum and bugle corps took that a capella version and turned it into a brass feature in their 2008 show the knockout. it's about rocky. but they play the last verse of the song that way, and it is quite possibly my favorite moment in all of drum corps. there are a lot of moments i could say that about lol. but this is definitely up there with the best of them. and lately i've been obsessed with listening to them play it... they sing the last line of the verse and it's really cool. i have some strange connection with that.
not so long ago i got back from matt's grad party, which was pretty cool. a similar group to tim's, but without tim and plus faith. and some other differences i'm sure. there was SO MUCH mexican food. his mom made a giant pot containing FIVE POUNDS of beans. that's hardcore. (every time i type that word, i want to type hardCORPS instead. it's almost irritating to me now to see it spelled "core". i'm so obsessed lol..) there was ping pong and taboo and pokemon and CONTACT, wherein i participated in the one and only clue that i ever have, and that i ever plan to. everyone else who thought they knew had it wrong. but good ol' bill knew i would have it. and i did. it was the only pleasure that ridiculous game has ever brought me.
i was late to Mass today D= i'm pretty sure it's the only time i've ever been responsible for my own tardiness to Mass. usually when i drive myself i get there early. not today. i felt awful.
my dad's grilling stuff for dinner, and i think i'm gonna go help him. grilling is fun, and like most forms of cooking, somehow theraputic to me. couldn't tell you why. but i likes it a lot.
"in the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade; and he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame i am leaving, i am leaving, but the fighter still remains."
True