So, I've been back at school for about two to three weeks now. (Classes started the 29th.) What rapture and joy is mine.

And so far, many things and no things have been happening. For example, we started a Vampire: the Masquerade LARP on campus, and other than that, I've been bored out of my mind.

I decided not to date any one for a semester, give myself a break, get to know people... that sort of thing. And now I'm getting asked out by guys left right and center (of course none of them the ones I would date, anyway...) It's funny how things like that work. You're single and looking and can't find a damned thing. Single and -not- looking? You're bombarded by them. I've even got a lesbian hitting on me. (Not that I have a problem with her... So long as she's not drunk while she's doing it. Then she gets aggressive.)

Anyway. Voice is picking back up, I'm in the Fall play (Lenya, from Neil Simon's "Fools", and my classes are getting into full swing. Things are busy, but I'm in a -really- small town, so their boring as well. Ah well.

I have some choir homework to do, so I will end this here.

I finally got it! I am a licensed driver!

HUZZAH!

And now... to figure out how to afford gas...

I'm moving today.

Into my brand spankin' new, pre-owned single-wide trailer. Well. It's not mine, but I'll be living there all the same.

And while I'll have carpet in my room, and while the water, etc. apparently works... There is no stove or fridge yet. So this could prove to be interesting. Ah well. We'll see how it goes. See y'all.

(I'm really not being pessimistic or anything. It's just that I only woke up a little while ago.)

So, school is finally out (praise be) , I have a job at Sonic making $5.35 an hour plus tips , and I have a place to stay with a girl who owns a single-wide .

Never thought that I'd live in an honest-to-God trailer , but hey... It's a roof, right? And my roomate seems pretty cool. She's got a month old, but he's pretty relaxed for a baby. But the girl is only a couple months younger than me. However, she swears that I can play my music as loud or whatever as I want as the kid apparently sleeps through anything and everything .

John's found two jobs for this summer, but he's having trouble finding a place to stay. I hope things work out so he can stay here this summer...

Anywho, in other news... My voice prof resigned from the school here to get a better job with NATS that will allow her to live at home with her hubby. I think it'll be good for her, but it leaves me and the other voice majors in quite a bind.  I have to figure out what I'm going to do. I'll probably give the school one more semester and be looking for another place in the meantime. That's what my roomie next semester is doing, but she's a woodwinds major who's prof resigned.

Ah well. C'est la vie, peut-etre. And now... food.  See y'all.

Well, it's that time again. The Black Day of February; Singles Awareness Day; February 14th...

We are celebrating a man who had an affair, wrote a letter signed "Your Valentine", and later was publically executed for refusing to give up his marriages (yes, plural) when his government outlawed the institution. And so, the Church made him a saint. Gotta love it.

And as such, I did my usual Goth thing as tribute.

Yet, I feel oddly out of place. I didn't break up with anyone. I actually -still- have a boyfriend on Valentine's Day. And I feel as if I have no ground upon which to stand. Is this my induction into the Halmark Machine?

Oh well. What's done is done. I am here in the situation I am, and that's all I can say. Life could be far worse...