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Aw, seriously?
Mar. 17th, 2007 02:43 amWOW, I bought myself an external drive today so that I could have more storage space (I now have 310 GB of storage total, lol, I'm never going to run out for the rest of my LIFE, haw), and in the process of moving around files, I actually found a journal entry of mine from LAST March that I NEVER updated with! This journal entry was supposed to go in my old account after I returned from our trip to Dallas, TX (which came directly after our final UIL appearance that year), but I stopped in the middle of it and NEVER finished it. I can't go without sharing it, though. Reading it made me smile. Old band friends of mine, people that enjoy/have enjoyed being in band, or just people that know what it feels like to work as a single, unified and successful group may find this worth their read. ^_^
( This moment is frozen in time... )
Heh. I miss being that happy about band. It's seriously lost its luster now. You know, that's okay, though- I'd much rather go out this way than to have given it up straight away. See, NOW, my interest in it is wavering, and I'm starting to concentrate more on art. Had I given band up straight out of highschool, I would have spend a great portion of my LIFE wondering what would have happened if I would have kept with it. Because I wouldn't have known the difference between highschool band and college band. I know my lukewarm feelings have a lot to do with where I'm attending school (and that, if I was looking for a good BAND experience, I should have gone to a real University or something of the sort), but I think it's better this way still. Sheridan has no band/music program. Had I still been attached, I probably would have been devastated to leave, so much so that I MAY have let it alter my decisions. Bad. Never let lesser passions stand in the way of your one true one. That's probably the principle thing I preach more than anything else. It's called sacrifice. It's okay. It works out. That path wasn't for me.
I really hate that Spring Break is coming to a close for me. What I wouldn't give for another week of freedom. Hm. Now I'll have to anxiously look toward the end of the term. Just a bit over a month... ngh, my birth month, of course. It's going to be hectic. Summer is sounding more and more welcoming by the minute. What I wouldn't give to daydream without guilt biting at my resting laurels...
( This moment is frozen in time... )
Heh. I miss being that happy about band. It's seriously lost its luster now. You know, that's okay, though- I'd much rather go out this way than to have given it up straight away. See, NOW, my interest in it is wavering, and I'm starting to concentrate more on art. Had I given band up straight out of highschool, I would have spend a great portion of my LIFE wondering what would have happened if I would have kept with it. Because I wouldn't have known the difference between highschool band and college band. I know my lukewarm feelings have a lot to do with where I'm attending school (and that, if I was looking for a good BAND experience, I should have gone to a real University or something of the sort), but I think it's better this way still. Sheridan has no band/music program. Had I still been attached, I probably would have been devastated to leave, so much so that I MAY have let it alter my decisions. Bad. Never let lesser passions stand in the way of your one true one. That's probably the principle thing I preach more than anything else. It's called sacrifice. It's okay. It works out. That path wasn't for me.
I really hate that Spring Break is coming to a close for me. What I wouldn't give for another week of freedom. Hm. Now I'll have to anxiously look toward the end of the term. Just a bit over a month... ngh, my birth month, of course. It's going to be hectic. Summer is sounding more and more welcoming by the minute. What I wouldn't give to daydream without guilt biting at my resting laurels...
