Some good times come and gone...

I had so much fun the past couple weeks. I really didn't want it to end. Thank you guys for the experience of playing with expensive equipment that I had never touched before. I had no idea how much fun it was to be involved with people like this and I truly thank you all for accepting me into the group. I really did feel like I was part of something important and interesting.

You were all amazing. I'm not even exaggerating. You all did fantastically. I'm amazed at how much bruising and injury and sickness and bleeding everyone went through and survived for this show. I'm so proud of everyone.

Thank you for such a great time.

So many things... more things to laugh at. I've found that the closer it gets to the end of the semester the less I care. I know that's not really a good thing, but I don't really care anymore! Surrounding myself with more people who are supportive of me and always fun to be around seems to be healthy (duh) and I really like the way I've been feeling the past couple days for the most part.




I kinda made a new friend, in the sense that I didn't realize how cool he actually was until I had a cance to sit down and get to know him. He's not nearly as strange as everyone thought he was.... ok, well, he is weird but not as much as previously thought. I should thank him for making me feel better the other day.




I want summer to get here so that I can be outside more. I forgot how much I love being outside and feeling so connected to the earth and nature and oh god I sound like a hippie. Ok so I guess I am part hippie, oh well.




I'm running out of things to say, but not running out of pictures....




I think there needs to be less of this going on around here ^ :P