Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

I spent a lot of time reflecting today, more than I ever have in one 24-hour timespan. And I decided that this is the final post on this blog. That's not to say a new one will not be started, it's just that the old one must go. I tried to modify it, to change the format to something new, but the archives managed to resurface, making the blog an even greater reminder of my past. So, this is it. The end. You don't need to read the huge bit posted after this paragraph. It was just what I was feeling at the time.

Many years ago, a small town in a forgotten land erected a monument to honor its founder. Made by the finest craftsmen the people could afford, it was taller than any of the modest homes it was encircled by. The monument, polished by the townsfolk 3 times a day, received more attention than the school, the statehouse and the church. The people themselves held their lives only second to their enormous source of pride and courage. Happiness was not a concern, as long as the town's past was clear and evident in the monument. Several years passed after the creation of the monument, causing many changes to occur. The school had closed its doors; children were now taught at home by their parents, and they were taught simply the history of their homeland. The statehouse was no longer used to pass legislation, there existed only one purpose for it now- the designation of monument cleaning time. The church remained a well-kept building, however, the level of attendance had fallen to a minimal level. The monument however, looked even more astounding than it had on it's first day of existance. And the people did not mind their new lifestyle, or did not voice any concerns they had about it. The monument remained the dominating factor in their lives, visible from every street and alleyway in the town. Until one day, when a stranger entered the town. He was a handsome man this stranger, friendly although obviously lost. He entered what appeared to be the statehouse- the ivy had completely covered the sign above the entrance that identified the building. He searched for a town official, but all he could find was a piece of paper on an otherwise clean desk. On it were times, next to these times were names, next to these names were various maintenance duties. Bewildered, the stranger exited the building through a side door and found himself at the base of a curiously well-polished structure. Intrigued by the uncharacteristicly high level of sophisitication in this otherwise deprived town, the stranger placed a hand on the monument- and immediately removed it with a yelp. It was the coldest piece of architecture the man had ever touched, and it left him feeling more alone and terrified than he had ever been. A fire arose in the man, to counter this unwanted discomfort. Without a second thought, he pulled out a pocket-knife and began to scratch away at the monuments perfectly-polished exterior. Moments later, the entire town had collected to the base of the monument, restraining the man, cursing him, spitting on him. The product of their toil, what they had worked so hard to preserve, had been tarnished and detroyed by an outsider in a mere few seconds. They were lost, they had nowhere to turn- the monument had always been their source of confidence and reassurance. They shook the man violently asking what could have posessed him to do damage to such a wonderful creation. He could not believe this question- how could something that caused so much suffering be considered wonderful. He accused the townspeople of being blind, of being unable to see how pointless and meaningless their lives had become. A useless structure, one built to honor the past, had taken over the present. The stranger began to weep for the town's loss of life and purpose, and felt despair slowly consume him. The mob, sensing the man's anguish, gradually silenced, until all that was audible were the man's sobs. A child, no older than 4 or 5 years, emerged from the back of the crowd, carrying a twig. She approached the monument, cautiously, as if she were sneaking up to an easily startled animal. Once she was a mere inch away from the structure, she lifted her twig to it and began to scratch at the surface. To her surprise, a layer of paint came off with the greatest of ease. The pure white that everyone had assumed to be the original stone of the structure was simply a form of covering the hideously gray structure that was the true nature of the monument. Those holding the sobbing stranger released him, unable to maintain any level of force or strength. Slowly, the crowd approached the monument, to touch its surface and realize the unnaturally powerful force it emitted. Terrified of the feelings of despair they were experiencing, the townsfolk quickly retreated to their homes. Soon it was just the stranger and the little girl- she had remained at the monument, scratching away at its surface. Slowly, the man rose from his knees, and wiping his tear-stained face, he approached the girl. Taking her hand, he gently pulled her away from the now unpolished base, and took her to the school building. He had her sit in the front row of the now dust-covered school desks, and proceeded to teach her of a world filled with possibility and excitement- a world where it is not the past acheivements that matter, but the hope for the future that does.

Adieu.

Well, yesterday was in no way a productive day. I did manage to finish my psych reading for Friday, but that was about all I did. After my only class for the day ended at 1:10, I came back to the dorm and hung out with Karina for a bit, then headed off to chambers. Ah, my sightreading ability sure does come in handy. Anyhoo, after that I went to dinner with Katie, Hank, Gina and Heather, where we met up with Fred. Then I sold my soul to some music-note earings, and Gina bought herself this gorgeous navy retro-style skirt. Karina and I ran off to Dorchester (the guys dorm) and hung out there for a while, and then at around 10 pm, decided to join Ben and Amed at Giant. When we came back at around 11, the four of us hung out in front of Queen Anne, trying to figure out what to do next. At that point, the title comes into play. A group of four lacrosse players come over and join us, and proceed to light up every type of cigar and cigarette there ever existed. The conversation went from drugs to alcohol to party-limits to Rugby Night (which is tonight...*sigh* and the drunks come storming in). While a lot of what was said was humorous, it kind of shocked me that everyone was so open about their drug and alcohol stories, some of which seemed unbelievably exaggerated. *shrugs* It was still a good deal of fun, and now I need to get ready for a workout session.

Ok, I'm doomed to fail this year. I am currently involved in the following:

Chambers
Choir
Voice Lessons
Gospel Choir
Props Manager for the theatre department (one of two thank GOD)
Mock Trial Team Vice President (once we submit our form to the SGA and College Mock Trial Organization)

I am planning on doing the following:
Joining the Avatar (our damn sexy creative writing journal)
Auditioning for TNA (female a capella group)
Joining the SMC version of "Big Brothers, Big Sisters"

GAH! At least I'm not Katie. The poor girl works from 7-11 pm everyday, except Saturday and Sunday. *sigh* Now we can only be weekend workout buddies. Oh well, there's always crazy-Martin :).

Mmmmm, German. That's from my Chamber Choir music. I love Chamber Choir. I really, really REALLY do. And we're planning on going to Italy this summer for a festival, so take that RM. Anyhoo, I'm actually in the process of studying a bit before my class, I just thought I would post my love for Chambers. The guys...think All-State men, Chamber style. Sweeeeeeet. Oooo, and my voice teacher rocks, she's got some excellent strategies to help me with my rough spots. Woot.

Dude, for Bio my group is going to do a research project on the development of internet dating. How cool/sad is that?

So much to say, and no idea where to start. First, I got into Chamber Singers. Now that's SAAAWEEEET! I had hit an E-flat above high-C no problemo, and the director was like "that's the only one we've heard." AND I got me some voice lessons. So, all in all, my musical experience is going to be hott. As for theatre, I applied for a job as assistant props manager, and I have no idea if I got it or not. Meh, if I didn't, I'll just join some random techie crew. :)

I think I've found me some good friends. Katie and Gina are really awesome, although I think I spend too much time with them. And contrary to Hank Millerist belief, I am not friends with Samuel because I want to sex up some guy from Spain. He's just nice. Ask Karina.

Tomorrow, ma mere is coming down to take me off campus for an afternoon. Party in Lexington Park.

"My mind could be used as a bar of soap."

Shit, I need to study.

Yesterday I had my first day of classes, which consisted of Contemporary Bioscience, Theatre in History and Intermediate Macroeconomics. Bio looks like an incredible amount of fun, I can't wait. Theatre is going to be "orgasmic," to use the term that my own professor used yesterday. Although I was terrified of going into an upper-level econ course after having been away from the subject for a year, yesterday's class made me realize that a) I was better off than I thought, and b) that's better than most of the people in the class. Yeah..that's not very modest, but what the hey, I had a great day, followed by an unreadable audition. We'll see if I'm in choir or chamber singers on Friday. Right now, it's homework time.

I once again must say, yayfor college. I only hope I can have this much fun during the year as well.

The past is dead. It should make sense, seeing as it can haunt me when I'm alone. However, it isn't. Maybe some parts cease to exist, but the rest remain. They are there to help you develop, to learn, to decide, to grow, to exist.

Goodnight.

Car keys.

Hey everyone! After spending my first day/night here, I have come to the conclusion that I love it. AHHHHHH! The people here are so great, and aside from the fact that I don't have AC in my dorm, I couldn't be happier. The theater department is saaweeeeeet, and the History/Social Sciences teachers seem really cool. That's a brief summary of life so far. Ooo! I have a workout buddy, and some random guy has my phone number. Teehee. Tata!