So I thought I'd update my xanga for the first time in a year(a REAL entry). Last year I was completely excited for college life at UNA. Away from home and a fresh start. After the first week of Band Camp, I was doubting any ability I thought I had at my instrument and my being at UNA. That feeling went away eventually, but it decided to rear its ugly head during pretty much the entire Spring semester. I could always count on a few people in my section to make my day much better, although one isn't coming back next year. :(  

I also became really close with my "Broom" :) I was never friends with her before(possibly from the obnoxious loudness that I was unable to take at the time). I definitely enjoyed the movie nights that I'm sure we watched 27 Dresses and The Proposal almost everytime, late-night tacobell runs, and dealing with her extreme suspicousness of the "sneaky ones". ha! 

I've learned quarters save lives, it is possible to wake up 10 minutes before class and get there on time, and that putting a plastic bowl on a hot stove top equals a fire hazard/ gooey mess. Stress results in weird dreams about Transformer and Power Rangers chasing you from Huntsville to Florence so that you don't get a dreaded "tick". Another leason is that the band field at UNA has the protection of The Lloyd. It can rain everywhere on campus all day, but come 2 O'Clock, that field is as dry as a Shirley Temple. Also, it is entirely possible to suddenly have an unreasonable fear of the earth losing its gravity and plunging us into death, although grabbing for the bed or wall would do nothing to add saftey if for some reason the gravity did just *POOF* out of existance. 

IDK. This past year was definitely different than any other year. Sometimes I think about things and people and it makes me sad, but I guess that's how life is. You meet people, learn from them, and then move on. Whether or not you grow together, the friendships weren't a waste because they made you the person you are today. I don't like letting go of people. Whether anyone knows it or not, I'm actually a very needy person. I have to go through a stage of resentment before I realize that I'm being ridiculous about the situation. I've been told that, by the way, for years. That I'm extreme about things. I get frustrated about the smallest thing. I have to rave and rant until I'm able to see that it's not a big deal. That goes for when I was 16 and even now.

Oh goodness. I don't know how fast/slow August 1st is going to get here.