2001-05-05 - 7:21 p.m. - amicitia1

I'm finished with everything organized for the day. Saturdays are busy as hell for me but I love what I do... I have music history this year from 8:30-10, chamber music until noon, and then orchestra from 1-5. It's a long day, but I love the music I'm doing - Schubert C Major String Quintet and Mahler 2. Our concerts are coming up, though, and I don't feel quite ready yet... sigh. Perhaps in a little bit.

Frannie, I promised you that you'd get some mention in my third entry, so here you are. If you don't know her, she's one of my better friends at school, although she's LEAVING ME ALL ALONE to go to a school where there's more weight given to the arts (she's an oboist). I'll miss you, carissima, and the perspective you bring to my life, and a billion other corny things. I'll also miss your cool frizzy hair. Some words of wisdom from her last email:

"although, you also have to keep in mind that absolutely everyone can see it... so you have to be careful...so thats not too great...did you tell everyone about it? you might not want to show it to people you're constantly getting into arguments with (e.g. tiff...i dont know who else...) because then you cant use it as an outlet to bitch about them without them possibly reading it and getting offended even more (although that would be stupid, because if they were your friends they would understand that whatever may piss you off about them, obviously their good quailties must be better or else you wouldnt be friends with them). i'd better go take a shower now...my hair is looking particularly medusa-like right now :) write about me in your next one! (dont worry, i wont get offended if you dont or if you dont say really great things. be honest, its more helpful when trying to change your bad habits when someone is willing to honestly tell them what you are...but dont be all mean! ;) ) anyway....i really have to go take a shower. talk to you soon, bye."

So. Frannie, you're great... again, remember, we're going on the 2028 ballot as the Socialist representatives. What are we naming our cats again, when we get into the White House? The oboist and the queer cellist in the White House. Hmm, guess we don't have much of a chance. Maybe it's for the best; my end-pin would have been hard on the carpeting.

Friends are much on my mind. I've been really bad about staying in touch with other people lately, although I find that people I got along with last year (grade 8) for some reason seem intolerably annoying this year, and who knows whether it's I who have changed or they or both. Probably both, but still it's sad to watch and know that people with whom I was friends for nine years now drive me up the wall.

Deserving of mention here are Molly, one of the weirdest persons I know (but in a good way; after all, I'm almost as weird as she is, and she remains my ideal); Tiff, one of the all-around coolest people I know; Al, another oboist (and sometimes one who gets on my nerves); Jo and Kseniya and Colleen, and -oh yes, Chloe, who I don't get much of a chance to talk to but who introduced me to this site. From last year... I'm really only even irregularly in touch with Alexandria (if you're out there reading this, hope all is going well at Convent!) and Lilah (all the way out in Massachusetts, poor soul... except you're enjoying it so I don't have the luxury of pitying you.) Thanks to Alex for backing me up during the traumatic middle school years, and thanks to Lilah for being one of the people to let me know that there were rumors about me floating out there in the loop. Of course, I've done justice to none of these; more about them will have to follow later.

Friends, if you're reading this and we've had an argument and I'm complaining about you: I wouldn't call you my friends if the good didn't outweigh the bad (see Frannie's statement up above. From the mouths of babes...)

About half the cello section of my orchestra is leaving before next season. This means for me that a) I might move up but also b) I will lose most of my friends (well, that's separate, because most of my friends are Juliette and Colin -god, I'm going to miss you both - but I'm going to ignore that for a bit.) And then our conductor is leaving. Just a note... keeps reminding me how bad I seem to be at making friends. Although -unrelated to making friends, but very related to my orchestra- we're going on tour this summer, to Russia and Lithuania and Ireland. It should be a blast- we'll be in St. Petersburg in time to watch the sun that never sets.

I should probably cut this entry short. Thanks for reading, if you're down here. Come again some other time.