All 'Improvviso Amore

Today was my second day without the parents. My fourth day at university. My second day in music school. My sixth day at Freshwater Road.

Rooming with the McWhitesons has been a blast and a half. We had chip and dip every night up until last night (freshman fifteen?). We've also grown accustomed to nightly showings of Full House. Robyn and I are having way too much fun doing the dishes every night. And Josh and I are having way too much fun pretending to communicate through morris code through the wall before we go to bed.

Funny storiessss:

Robyn and I were returning from hunting down Provincial Music today, and we saw this hugely pink car. Robyn asked me, "Do you think that car is naturally pink?" Baha. Yes, Robyn. They grow that way in the wild.

Josh walked to the pizza place tonight to use the money that one of the people from CB Temple gave us for a meal. When he tried to open the door while balancing the food, he dropped his garlic fingers cheese down onto the floor. We were all upstairs, so all we heard was a thud and a loud and high pitched scream.

Yesterday, Andrew convinced me to park diagonally in our huge parking lot. "Because we can."



The huge pile of stuff is still in the living room and dining room. Tonight we had a competition to see which room we could get farther into.



Can you fiiiind me?



Oh boy. Tooooo fun. Be jealous.

I am a little sad to report that the whole school part of this whole experience is not going so well. I've gone from a state of apathy towards music school to one of complete terror. There's soooo much to schedule and buy and take care of. And I am most definitely not the best trombone player anymore.

I'm also starting to think that I'm just not cut out for music school. I'm not trying to be all emooooooo-I-suck-syndrome here, but I reeeally think that music school requires this kind of arrogant, competitive confidence that I just don't - nor do I want to - possess. But oh well. I'll switch in January if it's that bad. And Robyn and Josh will coach me through in the meantime. :)

I went to my first SJ Citadel band practice last night. It was pretty intense. We rehearsed for two straight hours. Crazy. But the band is making a CD in October, which is pretty cool. And things always seem so much better when I'm at church. If only I could convince the Lovely Sarah and Dashing Josh to join me. Then all would be well.

In other news, I finally met the infamous Melissa, my best friend according to Susan Lee. There's a lady named Mrs. Rowsell at church at home, and she keeps telling my mom that her granddaughter is just like me. Yep. We discovered this weekend that her granddaughter is Melissa. Annnnnnnnd, Sarah, remember at YC when you went to the prayer tent, and I came back, saw this tall girl behind me, and thought you had moved with some other people? Because of this incident, I also recognized mystery tall girl when I saw her at my music school audition in March and when she attended church in CB a few months ago. Guess what. Mystery Tall Girl is The Melissa. I'm feeling some intervention here.

So, plans for the weekend. On Friday, Josh, Robyn, and I are going to the CF opening night. (We signed up for all three Christian fellowship groups. How cool are we.) On Saturday, we have to start a routine and spend an hour or so cleaning the house. We're also planning to do some exploring of the city and spend some time with Sarah doing cheap, university-ish things. On Sunday, we're going to church and baking a cake for garbage day, which is Monday. Again, I say - Be jealous.