For starters, I feel anorexic.  What the hell?  Random illness which I’ll let the doctor investigate tomorrow has resulted in me losing about 9 or 10 pounds in less than a week.  I mean, seriously.  The not-eating diet works wonders.  EXCEPT I REMEMBER THAT I USED TO ENJOY FOOD.  (Bitches.)

There’s really no telling why “bitches” needed to be parenthesized.  And if parenthesized isn’t a word, it should be.  That or parenthified.

Because school is mostly the only life I have, let’s get into that.

I got a major ego boost in my Intro to the English Major class when my paper received rave reviews from my somewhat-stingy (grade-wise) professor.  This is a very good thing, although perhaps a bit disheartening when I feel like I’m doing better in English than in music.  And speaking of music, I’m currently working on my “midterm” for Basic Conducting… and since I’ve waited till the night before my conducting “performance,” I’m only just now discovering that the music on the recording doesn’t match up with the printed music I’m reading from.  A lot of crap to say, “Well, I might be screwed at 9:00 in the morning tomorrow.”

I feel pretty content–dare I say, happy?–in my life right now.  Yesterday my parents took me (and all my remaining energy) to see Cats in Birmingham.  Aside from the fact that it was great and we had kick-ass seats, one part in particular (the climactic moment in “Memory,” if you’re familiar with the show…) just hit me with that feeling.  You know… the chills-all-over, chest-clenching, tears-in-your-eyes moment when something really touches you.  Sometimes I forget that exists; it was refreshing to feel it so intensely.

Now, the seats were grand because they were close, but on the aisle–and there were lots of “cats” running around that area throughout the show, which was neat.  My only complaint about the seats was the little boy directly behind us (a kid who I have added to my “List of Reasons to Never Have Kids”) who just… didn’t shut up.  I got some evil satisfaction out of the fact that, in spite of his constant “I WANNA PET THE CAT, I WANNA PET THE WHITE CAT, I WANNA PET THE CAT THE CAT THE CAT!!!!!!!!!!!!”, he ended up crying both times a performer walked up to him to interact with him.  MUAHAHA.

On the relationship front, who knows?  I’m happy (or at least, as happy as one can be when their significant other is so far away), but still have no idea what will end up happening.  But I never thought I could be patient or whatever enough for a long-distance relationship, but somehow I’m okay with this.  And I do know that from December 31st-January 6th or 7th, I’ll be in California–and that, at least, is good news.

And now, to stop procrastinating and consider actually being productive.