clarinelf: (infinite abyss)
You know, I'm excited beyond words for college, but at the same time it's really stressing me out. It shouldn't be. I think I'm just being ridiculous.

I did a bleeding-on-the-page-with-the-computer-monitor-turned-off thing like we did in junior english, and it was pretty good stress relief. Although the spelling mistakes I knew I was making kind of distracted me.

There are a few people with whom I need to have long, meaningful, face-to-face conversations before going off to school. But I'm too awkward to make those conversations happen when opportunities arise. Blarghabrghafgls.
clarinelf: (be free)
So, I have decided that Grinnell should be my home for the next four years. Seriously. I loved loved loved the campus; it just felt right. I was more at ease walking around by myself there than I was wandering around Illinois' campus with a group of good friends. Go figure.

The english class I sat in on made me want to go hug a book, or an English prof. And the music class I visited was fascinating, albeit a bit over my head (must get book on theory to read this summer). I talked to the orchestra director, and he was uber-cool. I should practice more.

There's this AMAZING study carrel-thing in the library, a weird bird's nest-heaven sculpture by the arts building, a dining hall that looks like the Great Hall from the HP movies, two raquetball courts with mini-doors that I explored with my Grinnell-friend Laura, and an abundance of friendly people and activities. It's so right. I dunno. I just felt like I could fit in well there.


The cool thingy in the library. It's like a jungle gym for college kids!

Money makes things a *teensy* bit complicated, but I am determined to make this work.


Tonight was Relay for Life. 'Twas fun, sad, carefree, and serious at different moments throughout the night. And yet it all boiled down to "moving." I think I left at a good point, too, because the luminaria really reminded me of what the entire event was all about.

ides

Mar. 15th, 2006 10:01 pm
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
Going to UW-Milwaukee wouldn't seem like a huge deal, but it was pretty fun. We MASH-ed and doodled on the way there, ate some gigantic slices of pizza, and played the crap out of our music. Our clinician, from UCLA, made me want to go to that college simply because he was so awesome.

I am going to miss band so much next year. It hit me really hard on the bus ride home, when everyone was just laughing and Mr. Gohr was saying things like, "One rule to live by: if everyone else is doing it, do it faster!" I will miss the band room and the comeraderie and the contests and the concerts, and even those dresses and marching band. Most of all, though, I will miss the band room and the family-like atmosphere that can be found there. Wind Ensemble has seriously allowed me to make it through high school with my sanity.


Cool March days put me on edge, anticipating the renewal that comes in Spring. I'm still confused as heck about this whole college deal, but I'm wondering if it's just last-semester-of-senior-year weirdness, and if it'll all clear up soon. I hope so.
I scraped an A out of Calc BC, by some act of the gods. What a way to end the day.
I need to talk to Mr. Jordan. Muy pronto. And figure out all those college visits and whatnot.


Whenever I catch myself wondering where all of this is leading, I have to stop and remember that, in some cases, that's not the important thing. The moment is what matters.

Howie Day is great for moments like this. ♥
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
Know what's strange? Yesterday I deleted a few sentences from my entry about things I thought I had figured out, but don't. I thought all the confliction would float away by tonight - but it hasn't. I still find myself staring at the U of I's undergraduate admissions page.

ExpandCollege ramblings and confusion )

Help me, I'm scared of my own thoughts about college. :\

mmmm

Feb. 21st, 2006 10:34 pm
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
Apathy feels good. I don't know where it came from, but it kind of overcame me tonight, and as a result I didn't get anything done. But guess what? I don't really care!

The thing about time lately is that it was sailing along quite nicely for the past few weeks, but all of a sudden it kinda . . . slowed down to a near-standstill. Maybe the trick is just to forget about college letters coming soon, and forget about my countdown of school days left till we graduate, and focus on things . . . Except that I don't really want to do that. I don't want to be mindlessly moving from one activity to another, and yet I do because it makes time move collectively faster.

Sigh. I think I'm just going in circles around myself, like the hands of a clock.

alalalala

Jan. 19th, 2006 09:36 pm
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
This week has been full of bad news and homework. The bad things are incredibly sad, but at the same time remind me of how good I've got it.

I'm so glad we have a late start tomorrow. Sleep = ♥
clarinelf: (Default)
Eighteen seems kind of anti-climactic. I mean, they build it up to be such a great age, with so much privilege and power and responsibility . . . But I suppose all of those things just come with time. Today doesn't seem any different from yesterday, except that my hair is shorter and I feel much better about some things.

In some ways I already miss 17, simply because the snow is here and summer is long gone. However, I will be positive and look forward to what's to come in the second half of my senior year.

I love having a long weekend for my birthday.
clarinelf: (ah ha! potato thing)
Hurrah! 4-day weekend!

Today was seriously the best day I've had in a while. Sara, Becky, Max, Megan . . . All you guys made it awesome! I've been singing Arthur songs and saying "Love the lovely _____" all day. And hurrah for new wallets and pillows! All that really helped improve my mood. I <3 mis amigos. Waking up to see it snowing was cool, too. That's two years in a row it's snowed the Wednesday before Thanksgiving!

This weekend should provide me with ample time to finish some essays, do some homework, celebrate turning 18, and (most importantly) do some reflection/self-analysis. I don't really know what I want anymore, so maybe it would be a good idea to figure that out.

Cleaning can be quite cathartic. My room is now bordering on untidy, a huge step up from the horrifying clothing battlefield it was earlier this evening.

Maybe sometime this weekend I will make a list of all the things I am grateful for.

hrm

Nov. 15th, 2005 10:11 pm
clarinelf: (nowhere & it's now)
In my reading of A Farewell to Arms, I find myself lost amid fragmented sentences like patchwork quilts, each one consisting of several unrelated thoughts tacked together by "and."

Hemingway's style is lost on me.

The point of continuing with this nonstop-stressed-out-can't-really-even-tell-if-I'm-discontent-because-I-don't-have-time-to-reflect thing is also lost on me. Although I don't really know what my options are, realistically. It's not so much a stress factor as just constantly having stuff to do. I feel selfish and lazy, in a way, for wanting to put myself before all these other things . . . But there you are.

My hip feels a lot better, though. So that's good.

"I spent the afternoon musing on Life. If you come to think of it, what a queer thing Life is! So unlike anything else, don't you know, if you see what I mean." -- P.G. Wodehouse
clarinelf: (ah ha! potato thing)
ExpandSome good haikus )

Has anyone ever had the Sun-Ripened Tomato and Basil variety of Wheat Thins? My mom bought some today and I must say they are fan-bloody-tastic.

I just discovered I can record myself playing for more than a minute via some software that came with my iAudio. That'll be good for practicing for making real audition tapes at school.

I've decided that I need to relax and take things as they come, otherwise I'll never have time for the moment and lose lots of opportunities for fun.

Things to do this weekend:
- Start Sara's birthday present
- Rough draft of Gatsby essay
- First complete draft of Wooster College Scholar essay
- Chemistry homework (lab write-up, packet, and those problems for Tuesday)
- Make a decent recording of Rose etude #17
- Make that majors-degrees-careers chart thingy for parents

ETA: Gah, gah. Wooster essay turning out very strangely - mix of seriousness and sarcasm. Hard to straighten out. Sarcasm could come off as sardonic, cynical, etc. College books say "avoid humor and sarcasm unless you can pull it off effectively." How does one know if it's effective? Oh, frick on a stick.
clarinelf: (nowhere & it's now)
Expandcut for bitching )

Forward thinking is the key; not so much worrying about what's to come, but thinking ahead to where I want to go instead of dwelling on what's happened and comparing my current self to it. It's got to be annoying, when I do all this ranting and then come to a conclusion. Sorry for ruining flists with this crap.

aaah!

Sep. 17th, 2005 03:47 pm
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
It's strange to have practiced for over an hour today, and even more strange that I spent most of the time working on three measures of music. Now I am taking a break to allow my mind to catch up with my fingers.

I had almost forgotten how to practice like that, it's been so long.

And since I am not being forced to do it, it feels good. Very good. I haven't broken a sweat just sitting in my basement, playing, in a really long time. Music, music, music. At one point I closed my eyes, since I had memorized what I was working on, and just kept looping the stuff over and over. It was like I wasn't separate from the instrument anymore . . .

Yeah, I know that sounds really lame. But ah! MUSIC!
clarinelf: (balance)
As of thirty-nine minutes from now, there will be exactly one week left of summer. And that week will probably feel like about a day, since the past few months up until now seem like about two weeks.

The funny thing is, I did so much this summer. Much more than any past summer, that's for sure. Watched movies, read books, hung out with friends (I don't think I'll ever get tired of making memories for as long as I live), visited colleges, got sick, worked, ran, talked, and began a quest for Self-Improvement.

And I actually accomplished a few things that really needed to be done. The college search occupied a lot of my time this summer, but the self-evaluation that I did as a part of that search continued until I realized that there are some fundamental things about myself that I'd like to tweak or overhaul, depending on what aspect of me we're dealing with. I've met a lot of new people, stayed in touch with old friends, and strengthened some friendships. All of that was really, really fun.

This has probably been the best summer of my life. And it seems really overdramatic to say that when there's still another week with the potential for Greatness left, but it's 11:30 pm and I want to get this out before the shy creature inside of me comes out during the day when my mind is fully functional and stops me showing my appreciation for everyone who made this summer what it was.

Time for bed.
clarinelf: (the woods are lovely . . .)
I want to be able to read a book and pick up on themes and metaphors on my own. I actually enjoyed Gatsby the second time around, but that's probably because the summer English assignment told us what to look for - I noticed more, understood more, and actually would agree that the novel has a point, now.

Maybe I'm not cut out to be an English major?

Hmmm.
clarinelf: (the road v2)
Why can't I sleep lately? Yes, there are things that are bugging me - not the least of which are the massive bug bites on my legs from Saturday night - but you would think I'd be able to get to sleep, no?

Sigh. Tomorrow should prove to be a long day of laziness and reflection. All of this reflection has got to be turned into action, but looking back in time has proven to be addictive.

Somehow this feels like Mr. Jordan's class all over again. Perhaps because of the type of revelation, or perhaps with the not being so satisfied with myself anymore thing. I worked on the latter throughout first semester last year, with much guidance from the self-analysis we would do in English. And I was happier than I had been in years during second semester and well into this summer. It's just lately that I've regressed to being jaded. Could someone polish my outlook on life so that everything sparkles again, please? Actually, no. I think I'm the only one that can do that.

apology -

Jul. 18th, 2005 09:07 pm
clarinelf: (the road v2)
This being cooped up and ill has made me become really irritable and whiny. Sorry.

You know what I realized today? I think I am becoming more like my old worrying self again. If everything's not perfect lately, I've been freaking out and having weird spaz attacks at people (mostly my mom. Gah. I am such a horrible human being.). I need to work on this. A lot.

It's disappointing to realize that, after so much effort and reflection, I have regressed to being a lot like I was a couple of years ago. And I was beginning to get good at optomism, living in the moment, and not obsessing over detail. Maybe I'll go and visit Mr. Jordan when school starts. He's a good guy to talk to about such things.
clarinelf: (nowhere & it's now)
Seeing relatives I haven't seen in years makes me realize how out of touch I am with all of these people that are, by some chance, connected to me. I mean, we're supposed to be close in a way, because we're related and all - and yet it's only on occasions like weddings and funerals and baptisms that we see each other. It's hard to know how to act around my cousins; somehow I feel like I'm supposed to be like a kid again, because they're so much older than I am - but they've got kids of their own now, so what does that make me? It's kind of weird to get the whole, "Oh, look at you - you're all grown up!" thing from my cousins who have kids. But I'm not grown up; I'm more of an in-between-stages-almost-person.

Spending practically the whole day in the car was not my first choice, although I did get to about the halfway point in The Odyssey. And I listened to about 8 CD's, and took two naps.


Spending tomorrow stapling papers isn't exactly choice, either, but whatareyougonnado? I'm really trying not to let this job suck the life out of me, but it is extremely powerful when it comes to life-sucking. I don't want to be a bitter whiny crab about it, because that's incredibly repulsive. I'll just refrain from continuing that train of thought.
clarinelf: (the road)
The more I think about it, the more life seems to be a matter of perspective. You think you've got it rough, and then something horrible happens to someone and you think, "Wow. I wish I knew what I could do for them." All of a sudden, you're the one with more, the one with something to give - only you don't really know what to give.

I don't really know what I'm talking about, but I have, over time, come to the realization that keeping things in perspective and maintaining a level head is very, very important. That isn't to say I've been 100% successful in doing so, but it would be great if I could. Many of the things that really get me upset are, in reality, quite trivial when I think about them relative to problems others may be facing.

Yeah, I'll shut up now.
clarinelf: (the road)
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers of the world! Today was pretty nice. Visiting my grandpa with my dad was cool, since I hadn't seen him - my grandpa - in a really long time. His longevity amazes me, what with his 60-year-old chainsmoking habit.

Sitting on an armchair in his smoke-filled living room reminded me of visits made when I was little, when Grandma would walk slowly in with the aid of Grandpa and her walker. I never really knew her too well, since she was sick pretty much all of my life, but I kept expecting her to come walking in today. Weird.


It's amazing to me how habits can form in such a short amount of time; so far this summer I've been running at least 5 days a week, and this past week was The Week of Major Slackage. Now I feel really icky, all because I haven't gone and run around the neighborhood for 3 days. I think I'll wait till it gets a little cooler to go de-icky myself, though.

In other news, Batman Begins is very cool. I highly recommend it, even to those who are as clueless about comic book superheroes as I am.

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