Mental Splatterings

Right now, I wish I was skiing. I had made lots of plans to go over winter break, but the back thing happened again and I ended up in the hospital instead. My parents wouldn't let me go after that--they said I should consider giving it up. That's ridiculous. I feel better than I have in almost a year. I'm not going to give up everything I love at the age of 19. In the beginning of last year, I'd wanted to join the ski club up here, but felt a little overwhelmed by the time committment (esp. with orchestra) and costs. I guess it's a good thing I didn't buy the pass--after the first week of October, I was out of commission.

I've spent the last two nights alone in Woodstock--the only person on the entire half of the complex, now that Rouslan's moved out. It's not bad, other than the mysterious high-pitched noise coming from one of our appliances (I have yet to figure out which one) and the fact that the answering machine's pre-recorded voice bites keep playing at odd intervals (as I left this morning, it told me to push "review" for menu options).

Really starting to look forward to coming home--my father will probably appreciate the fact that I'm anxious to return, rather than slightly mopey at the thought of leaving the other researchers (as I would have been last week). I'm debating using some of my hard-earned money to purchase an mp3 player--the rest will certainly be used for textbooks.

Another positive aspect of my newfound solitude is that I no longer have an excuse for avoiding my Crane audition music. It's been two hours/day of viola in Aaron's bathroom (fairly soundproof to the outside, good acoustics inside).