It snowed all day yesterday. It wasn't particularly cold, just really, really windy. I guess it was about 2 inches? And, as a plus, I only fell down once. (Ice under snow, fell right on my ass) The mountains almost glow the day after it snows...bright white against a pure blue sky. Absolutely beautiful.
I don't know that I'll actually miss Flagstaff; I'm pretty sure I'll be tired of the snow by May. But right now, I love love love it.
I kinda still like orchestra (even though that's getting on my nerves, big time), and I absolutely love music theory. Piano is...eh, and I just think sight-singing is a waste of my time. Lessons, on the other hand, I HATE. I realized today that I would be just fine not playing any solo rep for awhile. I think that's a problem and the biggest reason I'm switching? changing? exploring other options. Yeah.
My knees don't handle cold weather very well. As much as I'd like to live somewhere other than the desert...I don't think my body would handle it very well. New York, Chicago, Boston, Minneapolis, San Fransisco, Portland, Seattle, London, and Dublin are all on my list of places I'd love to live. Notice the theme? All have heavy precipitation and not warm weather.
I think I'd do better in large metro area than I would in a place like Flagstaff. I go stir-crazy too easily.
Watching some Arthurian movie with the roommate for her English class. I. Hate. Epics.
As much as I hate stereotypical gender roles and portrayals, I can't help but honestly get distracted by sparkly things. Like large diamonds. Like this one. Oh, I would melt if someone gave me that ring. Or any ring. Honestly, I don't want a huge diamond. I'd rather have a small ring or an antique ring or a necklace or anything that meant something to me and the man proposing to me. Hell. Wesley and I have talked about getting matching tattoos. That'd be meaningful.
I love Rachel Maddow.
I can't wait for February 11th (Demetri Martin ftw!).
I wish I didn't have to wait for May to roll around.
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