I feel my chops slowly returning to me. I missed playing trumpet all day! I am starting to think again. God damn, I love music history. Woodsy spent an entire class talking about how hard and boring the material was but when he got down to it, I fell in love. I am such a nerd. I love school. I love books. I love learning about the Greeks, the quarter tones, Ethos, Musica mundana, humana, and instrumentalis, music's relationships with science, math, and astrology: music of the spheres. I am so glad to be back. I'm taking drawing! How cool is that! I'm gonna be a drawer mammy! And I am FINALLY back into french. FINALLY! Soon I will be able to turn the subtitles off and watch Amelie the way it should be watched, IN FRENCH! (Maybe that will take awhile, but STILL) My old habits are returning to me, good mostly. Practice, practice, study, study. I have, however, fallen into a familiar trap... the chalupa. DUH DUH DUH! I promised myself I would avoid American eating habits, the fried food, the pop, and yet, I cannot escape from my beloved chalupa. DAMN YOU CHALUPA! There are worst things aren't there?

Being single again... whoa...a bizarre feeling after what seems like a lifetime instead of 10 months. Lifetime in a good way though, that sounded all wrong. I don't know if I can handle being so distant from someone that has been so close. We talk, we're cool, but we are on edge or something, strangers almost. Give it time, right? Well, I'm impatient.

I want to go jam at the Rooster tonight. Tuesday nights is when all the ol' timers play bluegrass and country. Too bad I have no car and I'm already sick of bumming rides. BAH! I want my public transportation back! Thursday I'm gonna go play at Graham hall, maybe a little Yoshimi, a little Ain't No Aunshine, maybe wip out a new one now that I have all the keys back on my full 120 bass accordion.

I shall end with some word of advice, relayed by a dear, dear friend of mine.

"Always eat what the fat kid eats."

109 Days till Christmas