Castro St.

So, this is a picture that I took with one of my most pleasing purchases to date: a pink keychain digital camera. It's quite cute and useful even though the pictures it takes aren't too great. I was at the Castro street fair for most of the day. it was a lovely experience despite the fact that I was supposed to be singing with more that 2 people. I love the fact that they showed up, I just wished that we could have at least had an entire choral representation...Oh well, I had fun!

Don't make it a big deal

Don't be so sensitive. I really shouldn't be so defensive. Nobody in particular called me to hang out or do anything. And for some reason, I'm quite bummed out about it. Perhaps I have a chemical imbalance of some sort. I mean, honestly, I know in my heart of hearts that the way that I am acting is RIDICULOUS. But, I can't help it. Hmmmm...I know that I'm crazy. Can I still be called such? I'll be over it soon enough. At least tonight I got to hang out with my Step-mom and Sister. So, really someone did call me to hang out and I should just quit my bitchin'
haha. We had the most delicious crepes at the Squat and Gobble in West Portal. I saved half of mine. ( ^ _ ^) <---This is a graphic representation of me in QWERTY board characters after I've gorged myself on melty, cheesey goodness.
Also, tomorrow I'm going to the Castro Street Fair which I am planning on making a very fun time. Choir in conjuction with a street fair couldn't be too bad. The only problem is that I must wake up tomorrow at 6am. But, that's okay. It will all be worth it in the end. As of right now I feel that my mood can be accurately described as:

Content{SadAnxious.happy?

Like Vines

We intertwined. I have this song stuck in my head right now. It's quite lovely. Another thing I have stuck in my head is Where am I going? What the FUCK is going on? No clue...
Bleh.
This weekend should be fun, though. I've already taken a four hour nap so, I should be up most of the night. Tomorrow, I will probably catch up on the monstrous amount of homework that I must complete. Music theory is not proving to be as effortless as I had initially hoped. But, it is my passion and I will make an effort towards perfection. American Indian studies is also not proving to be as effortless as I hoped. The difference between AIS and Music is that I couldn't care less about American Indian studies. Honestly, I'm doing the work so that I don't have to repeat the course. And it sounded so interesting....
On Sunday, I'm going to be performing at the Castro Street Fair. My choir, GLAM, is showing up to do a few numbers and pretty much get awareness out there. It's going to be a most enjoyable experience.

One more Day

Hmmmm...There seems to be a trend going here. I've had so much happen to me in the past few days that I feel the necessity to blog every day. This is kind of a good thing, I suppose. In most recent news, I have learned that my bank may or may not exist in San Francisco which is most upsetting. Especially, because I will finally have cash to deposit once I turn in my time sheet to Lyric today. It proved very difficult to find, even with an address. Maybe I'll try once again without being distracted. Speaking of distraction, the reason I was in that remote part of town was because my attractive play going companion and I were looking for yet another kind of obscure bank. He needed to deposity money and apparently all of the banks that don't exist in other parts of San Francisco are concentrated in a 5 block radius. We ended up hanging out in a park with a wonderful view. I simply don't know what's going on but, I suppose I will enjoy it. It would behoove me not to fall head over heels for beautiful boys who write me poems. They're nothing but trouble.

Balancing act

So, I still don't know where I stand in my personal life. But, professionally I seem to be looking up. I (finally) recieved a response from California Overnight. Hopefully I'll be able to combine my earnings from the Lyric internship and being a courier on foot to make rent without having to beg my parents for money. That would be great seeing as how I am almost an adult now. Almost. Incidentally, I realized that I have only a month to go until I am "legal". This is quite wondeful yet scary. I'm going to have to be able to juggle by then. Well, actually I think I'll ease myself into juggling aspects of my life as they come. So far, academia and social life have been not without difficulties but, ultimately easy enough. Adding another aspect shouldn't be too hard, right?

Awesome/Terrible Days

And last night was probably the worst that I've had since I've been here. Cold, hungry, lost and Angry. Not a good combination, if I do say so myself. Everything kind of spiraled out of control. I'm not all better now but, I'm working on it. We're friends again. I have no idea how that's going to work out but, I'll kind of go it one day at a time. I really do like him, though....
Whatever. That's enough of that. I'm kind of heartsick but, at least I'm alive and well and warm.
And, I started my Lyric internship! whoo hoo. $10 bucks an hour to make the world a better place. Quite exciting. Also exciting is the fact that I get to sleep in tomorrow and the fact that i didn't have to go to my late night class (which I would still be in, by the way, if she hadn't cancelled it) and also roller coasters. Yep. roller coasters are most excitng.

Disregard that last post

Isn't it funny how you think you know something for sure and it turns out wrong? Funny, funny, funny. Oh well, I suppose it just wasn't meant to be. For some reason, there's this panging hurt in my chest and I wish it would stop. I didn't even really like him that much. It's probably because of the fact that I had to ride the bus home last night for such a long time. Being/feeling lost can do that. Bus fumes can do that. Well, I've learned some things about myself and about life. In my languid depression, I can still analytically assess the situation. I hate feeling powerless. I hate being in this position. I hate being cold. Why is it so cold here? Gahhh