Black cats, ladders and broken mirrors. That was all fine. Egging that hearse was where we went wrong.

"It is so much easier to live placidly and complaisantly. Of course, to live placidly and complaisantly is not to live at all."- Jack London

"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands but seeing with new eyes."- Marcel Proust

"The most glorious moments in your life are not the so-called days of success, but rather those days when out of dejection and despair you feel rise in you a challenge to life, and the promise of future accomplishments."- Gustave Flaubert

"Fear not that your life shall come to an end, but rather it shall never have a beginning"- Cardinal John Henry Newman


So taking that beginning, and seeing where it leads me, I guess. Being back is definitely oh-so-strange, but things have been so crazy awesome so far I haven't really had a chance yet to get sad. I'm loving my mornings, when the fog sits on the hills way off on the other side of the city, and here we all roost like chickens, gazing out from our perch over the quiet green persuasion. I'm loving the rain, sitting nights and listening. Funny how you don't realize the presence of such small...well...the word in russian is a cross between jewelry, decoration, and beautification...Loving seeing everyone, though I loath loath loath all this crazy awkwardness of "OMG hi WHERE were you all last semester?! Abroad? Like, how was it???" I'd rather you not ask, thanks. I don't know you, and you don't know me, and honestly if I have to spit out a "fine, thanks for asking. How was your semester?" one more time, I think I might throw something.

Its so strange to be with out that bottom again, back without the ground under my feet. And yet at the very same time, I feel the most solid that I have in awhile. Was starting to get panicky yesterday, yes, haha what else, due to already piling up music drama. I went to bed last night convinced I was going to drop music theory, for god sakes let it go already. Woke up this morning, went and played some before class, and everything was more than fantastic. It was hell, I mean really, I haven't struck a drum in a reaaaaaaaally long time, and have absolutely less than no chops left over from last May, but it just felt so good. Me flailing around like a retarded 8 year old and all, always has its pick me up value. So relaxing. The impetus, however minute, to turn my brain off and just be, damn it, is most definitely something still eluding me.

I love doing what I do, wandering, travelling, adventuring I mean, because taking me out of whatever situation to which I have become accustomed allows me not to be my pragmatic, logical, self. And I'm back here, and I sense myself getting stressed, and angry, and well, involved, and it irks me. I love being the free spirit, hoping a bus to Latvia on the spur of the moment, because I can. I love not knowing where I'm sleeping that night. I love, well, not having a fucking clue, and having that not matter.

And no, not knowing what the hell I'm doing with my college education DOES NOT COUNT.

Ok, so yes. Maybe I am melodramatic.

And the Winner IS....

Final Schedule Reporting- well, minus lessons and ensembles and all that bullshit....


Monday and Wednesday: 8-9 Swimming
10:20-11:20 Music Theory 1
11:30-12:30 Spanish 301


Tuesdays and Thursdays: 9:40-11:10 Intro to Sociology with DasGupta
11:20-12:50 Russian 498= RUSSIAN CLASS OF DOOM
1:50-2:50 Aural Skills 1


and somehow strangely all I've got on Fridays is Spanish 11:30-12:30.


And jesus. Its official. I will fry.

Transitions. Again

"Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we will find it not." —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Well said, my friend Emerson. Well said.

Hello, Budapest

Well, atleast the train station anway. Slowly I am making my way back towards the surface of the earth, like reemerging from my self created hermit cave. Its bright. And loud. And scary. But alas, tomorow the story ends.

Oh crap.

Realization: In less than 48 hours I will be home. Like, my home town. Stuck in the Columbubble. And then, I get to go and switch bubbles...

Fuck.

I still don't get how you can be simaltaneously so god damn home sick and yet not want anything more than to never go home...

Hello. I love you.

I am in friggin' Ukraine. Holy shit how did this happen???

Masha I love you.

Holy LAND HO

So Isreal is well...freakin' amazing. I'm safe and sound, please ignore what ever tragedy theyre replaying on the evening news, we're fine.

Dunno what the next stop is, aiming for Ukraine and Uzhgorod, but due to the snow, yea we'll see.

My new years greating to everyone, which I stuck in the Wailing Wall in Jerusalem last week:

Life is a process of making peace. Blessings to those who are searching, courage to those who have found.

So lots of love, can't wait to see all of you soo soon...