New York Pigeons

I really am going to try and update more. Some part of me is always very reluctant to actually sit down and start typing, but as with most things I do, once I get started it's go time.

It's absolutely pouring here. Again. Seriously, do we need all this rain? I'm skeptical. Especially at this school, where no matter what the weather is, the sprinklers turn on. There could be a hurricane right on top of Pratt, and the sprinklers would still turn on. The flowers could be dead, the grass completely torn away by torrential downpours, and the sprinklers would never cease to do their duty. We could come to a day where there wasn't enough water to run the water fountains, take a shower, or go to the bathroom, but the sprinklers would still come on. They are a constant in my life. Whenever I need reassurance as to why I have to do something each day, I look to my sprinklers. The best part is that when they aren't on, they disappear into the ground without a trace, so no one knows where they are. Tricky little bastards.

And then we have the pigeons. New York pigeons may be the one species on Earth that isn't afraid of anything. They've seen it all, for sure. And the one thing they convey the best? They couldn't give a flying fuck about you and where you're walking. A Mac truck could be hurdling at a New York pigeon at sixty miles per hour with no sign of stopping, and it would just stand right in the middle of the road and say, "Fuck you, bitch. Watch where I'm walking." Actually, they say that to everyone.

The weekend of November the fifth is turning into the busiest weekend an ex-Hilltone, Off the Beat-obsessed, best-friend-oriented person could have realized. Not only does Jeff's show fall on that Friday and Saturday, the Off the Beat concert follows the same pattern, and Cabaret is that Saturday as well. It's not really a complicated situation, as there's no way I'm missing Jeff's show, it's just a damn shame they all fall on the same weekend. I may try and scoot down to Philly that Friday for the Off the Beat show, and be crazy and take a train to Boston the next morning. Cabaret, I love you dearly, and Chamber Singers knows they mean the world to me, but I will see you soon. If not at the Winter Concert, then A Cappella Fest. That being said, I'm going to Boston to see my best friend in his first college production. An interesting bit of trivia...our beloved director Mr. vR played the exact role Jeff is taking on when he was in one of his first productions. Jeff, if it's any sign, you're on your way man! I can't wait to see the show!

For those who were wondering, it's still raining.

I pulled my neck out this past weekend. That was no fun. Big big ouch. It's finally starting to return to normal and I have regained most of the rotating movement in my neck, but damn, that really hurt.

And now the usual spiel. I miss everyone. Everytime I read a comment, see someone online, click on a Facebook or MySpace link...I'm thinking about all of you. I wasn't able to send any work to anyone because they told me to keep it for midterm reviews, but they're over now, and I'd love to give anyone some of my work if they want it. So here's to Jeff and Jon, my dearest Kelsey and Heather, Maggie, and Mads. Here's to Hannah, Ellie, and Lina - the best trollers that ever were. Andrew, fix your computer. Steve, I think you're always the first to read each update. Jon, I hope your games come soon. And here's to my family; thank you for putting up with me so far, and I hope you continue to read my various thoughts and feelings.

And to you too. And you. Oh, and you. Well...actually, not you.

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