Two weeks ago I attended Jian's show in Albany. I watched three fabulous artists on stage while I stood in the audience with Adrien. Afterwards he left me at the merch area to check his voicemail. ExDave had called: He wasn't recommended for tenure and his services at his school are supposedly not needed for when fall comes around. He has two options: 1) Move in with Adrien in Albany (where I'm going to college), or 2) move down south to Virginia (his childhood home) in which case, I'll never see him again. Which is the lesser of the two evils? I hope he goes to VA, if I ever care to know what's new with him (and I will, cause I'm emotionally masochistic like that), I can just ask Adrien. He always knows. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤ I'm starting to work out. I want to get a strong upper body and better arm strength than I currently have. You'd think from six years of carrying a twenty pound tenor sax case, I'd get some muscle. Nope. Gotta work it with dumbells nightly in my room while giving myself my best *grr* face in my full length mirror. I'm getting stronger. ¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤I think it's kind of interesting/messed up just how retrospective I am at 18. I think way too much about the significance of things, dates, names, places. How it's ironic that similar things happened on the same date but in separate years. I just never follow up with why it's so symbolic or choose to do anything major to prove that it's happened again for a reason. I think I should. previous - next