Speaking of which, I'm joining a knitting and crochet community in town with a fellow choir member. It should cheer me up some while I'm all over the place in my head about what I need to do, and by when and why. I'm sure something will happen that is good, but I'm just not sure when. *heave*
Speaking of music, it's good. Some of the girls are dingbats, but it's generally good for the most part. My new friend (who is helping me join the knitting group) will be moving next summer, but I have her until then. Ah, moving. We agree about the south, even though she lived in Panama City her whole life. She agrees about not wanting to raise children here, and it's nice to have somebody, in the physical flesh, validate my feelings. I don't want children in the slightest, but if I should choose to do so eventually, it will be in the place of my choosing. It makes me happy that I'm actually starting to have real friends, and be a good friend to them. Not have a bunch of crappy sycophants, and be a crappy sycophant to them as well. There certainly is a difference.
Speaking of which, my favorite movement from Carols and Lullabies, by Conrad Susa. Mostly in Spanish, and they are such lovely pieces of music. Also, I have a solo. Don't know what it is, but I know when (Christmas Eve at my teacher's church in Monticello, FL), and that it's a paid gig. Woohoo!
Very pretty, y/y? I say yeah!
That all said, I actually came here, because one of my friends from Office Depot had a scare. He tried to OD. Took, like, 40 Vicodin. I want it to have been his sister fucking with me. We'll see in a couple of days. I doubt his family would play like that, but we'll see. I've been lied to so much recently, and played out as the bad guy time and time again, that I don't know what is up or down anymore.
I hope he's okay. *nods*
