Random Ramblings

Today I felt like writing a blog post. I decided that after work I was to come to the library and type up a good post... and post it, of course! And I had exactly forty-five minutes to do that before I needed to go to orchestra practice. Now it has dwindled down to a scant fifteen. And I have barely written one sentence. Part of the fault goes to my distraction with social media, but the other part of fault goes to the fact that I could hardly think of a single thing to say. So I decided I ought to put a picture first, since a "picture is worth a thousand words." Thus, I wasted five minutes, or more, in failing to find a picture that would work.

 

Fact of the matter is, I probably won't be able to write enough by the time I need to drive to orchestra practice. And how it happens, this fragment of a post might be left to dry up in the draft-box of my Blogger account, like the last post. I know I haven't written for a while, and I know that I should feel guilty for that. Part of me does, yes. But part of me hasn't really missed it as much as I thought I would. I've been busy. I started school. I have been either working or attending school five days every week. Added to studying and time with family, I haven't really had all that much time for myself. The time I do have to write, I spend in journaling. I haven't been writing to my grandmother every week like I used to. I do feel guilty about that... I ought to do it.

 

Everything has been going well. I've been healthy, for the most part, and getting enough sleep (usually). Assignments have been getting done on time, and I've been getting good grades. I've been getting paid, and have been keeping busy. What I exactly wanted to write tonight, I can't really say. I can't think of much, and actually, my mind is starting to feel so tired. I wonder how orchestra will go. It is an hour and a half long, but compared to the two hours for choir practice, orchestra actually goes fast. I guess the half hour really makes a difference.

 

Choir has started. I missed the first practice, but I mean to be there Sunday. We will be practicing the Messiah by Handel. I haven't sung that before, so I'm eager to begin. For orchestra, we're doing two pieces, one by Tchaikovsky, and one by Rimsy-Korsekov. They're both very difficult in places, but I'm doing okay. Just gliding over the rough spots picking out a few notes I do know - or think I know. It is a lot of fun, and I have spunky fellow cellists. They're pretty funny, to listen to and look at. I don't have any funny stories, but I am sure I will eventually. Actually, there are a lot of guys in the cello section.

 

February is almost to the halfway mark. This month will be the close of one sixth of the year. It's really weird to think of it like that. Especially since that means that I'll be twenty in half a year. Twenty. I can hardly believe that myself. Am I old enough to be twenty? I hardly think so... I know it won't feel any different - birthdays never do - but I think I am growing and becoming a bit of an older person, more like I want to be.

 

Well, my time is up. I must run. I'll post this now, even though it's not finished.

 

~Joelle