Please take me back (please take me back). (Fall Out Boy)
While I certainly flew nowhere this Thanksgiving weekend (while many other people did to spend time with their families on such a wonderful time of bonding over food and frantic shopping batles), I definitely feel the effects of being home for so long. I don't know why, but with all the time I had today and all the time I have this weekend, I feel utterly drained and just want to sleep. Where did my energy go? I ate mom's delicious pork chop with rice for dinner today (reminder: must wash container!), and some strawberry-banana Yoplait yogurt afterwards for desert, and drank apple juice and water. I just feel severely weighed down and in a haze right now, hehe.
I looked at the rehearsal/concert schedule and the final exam schedule for the upcoming few weeks. Everything is spaced slightly nicely, but at the same time, I could use some more space between math and chemistry things. Not to mention, all the paper writing I have to get to doing. I didn't realize how close all the deadlines are; learning from the first set of tests and big assignments came around, I know how much time I need to do things, and I feel like I could always just use MORE MORE MORE. We'll see how things go.
On a bright note, I practiced violin today, going through all the music for Music at Manoa. Hopefully these last few rehearsals go better; I'm hoping Monday's concert isn't a complete bust. My D string slipped yesterday during choir, so I'm hoping that it's not a sign telling me it's about to break, or sound completely terrible. I don't think I'll change my string this close to a concert. I should have done it weeks ago! That's what I keep telling myself. I need to learn to take proper care of my violin The index finger rest pad thing on my bow is coming apart in a coil of braided string. I do not know what to do about it, short of taping it all in place, which I will NEVER! do. Tape on wood is just not right, you know?
I had a great time this past weekend watching things, seemingly with a lot more foreign accents than I had anticipated. James Bond, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Happy-Go-Lucky, Hetalia. For some reason this all reminds me that I need to change my pair of contacts. I was supposed to through out this pair on the 23rd; Thankfully, being at home means resorting to using glasses most of the time for the sake of convenience. I guess after driving with my contacts in just made me realize how much more comfortable/safe feeling glasses are (except for the fact that my current pair gives the top of my right ear pain). By the way, I can't park, really. I need more practice! And definitely more patience on my part. -sigh- I will try for my license someday, certainly, MOST CERTAINLY, after I learn how to park. And after I am not so panicky and jolty. Yeah.
The only song I've sang this weekend pretty much was
20 Dollar Nose Bleed. I couldn't get it out of my head, and couldn't stop myself from singing it, despite the fact that it talks about benzedrine, which is the racemic mixture of amphetamine (thank you Wikipedia), and thus is related to meth. And for reasons uncertain, I feel like that was kind of bad to sing at home. Oh dear. But I cannot resist singing with Patrick's and Brendon's voices. Too bad both of their bands are pretty much dead, and not the same as they used to be.
Got to get to focusing. I have a large back of library books and a wonderful collection of online journals to aid me in my paper writing. Yay history!
Came back with flags on coffins and said "We won, oh we won."
Oh, the destruction of the Hawaiian kingdom, and oh, the power of the Qin Dynasty.
I think I will have a permanent desire to go back home to the comfort of my own bed and a purring cat, for the bands that made music that I love immensely, to ease the pain and queasiness I feel as I read about the tumultuous pasts and rights and wrongs of different political powers in places worldwide.
Please take me back.