I am so madly in love: with music and the cello and overwhelmingly, hopelessly in love with Wayne Lee. I feel more inspired than I have in as long as I can remember.

This place feels like heaven.

what a hottie.

I haven't felt the way I feel today in what seems like forever. It is scary and impractical (but so, so impractical: truly and completely impractical, at least at the moment). And overwhelming and wonderful. I want to make music all day long, joyous, ecstatic music, and with someone impossibly special (it occurs to me that "impossibly" is the right ( Read more... )

I think I had a perfect day today ( Read more... )

Crisis immediately averted: Solon and I are playing a recital on April 15th, which is soon, and I love music a lot, I love Beethoven and Shostakovich and Wernick and I love practicing ( Read more... )

I do love home. I went to the Bronx Zoo (finally) with Jude and Jono and a couple of Jude's friends from Columbia on Friday - what perfect zoo weather - and it was lovely.

That and hanging out with Beth constantly and some other things - it all makes me happy for this summer. It will be wonderful, I think.

1. I'm dropping out of the conservatory.

2. I have a crush on a professor.

(and I'm going home, for a break before spring break, on Wednesday at 8am)

Even today, when the sun is shining and I'm wearing a skirt and flip-flops and I can practically taste spring and maybe even summer, I've been walking around trying to give off an air okayness (?). But I'm not feeling okay! I am mad and confused about whatever the hell's going on up there in Blue Hill. And I've already sent off the form saying I'm ( Read more... )

A couple hours of Jude-chat is all I need to make me feel not any longer deranged, but myself again! I should have known. I like that I can call him and instead of the "How're you?" I can just say "I'm DERANGED" and he'll know why and everything's suddenly fine ( Read more... )