Randomness
I had this post saved as a draft bitching about the roommate that we all really really really dislike, her latest escapade is using all the hot water for her 45 minute showers. Our hot water heater is the size of the one my parent's have. When Superfly lived here, all 4 of us could shower and run the dishwasher and the clothes washer. My definition of the cold shower Diana took Wed. and I took Thurs. is luke warm. My definition is that a bucket of ice cubes or a water cooler would have felt better than the shower I took. Anyway, enough about her. Thinking about it makes me want to kick her teeth in and then give her a swift kick to the solar plexus, we all love that feeling, and that's being nice. Our current plan is to turn the hot water off on her after 10 minutes of her next shower. Ok, now that's really enough about her.

Now what I really wanted to talk about...

I really miss playing my horn. I thought by this time I would be celebrating about not having to take lessons and play in ensembles. I miss playing in ensemble. A lot. More than I ever thought I would. I don't miss lessons though. I can't just pick up my horn and play a solo, because that's not what I want to do. I want to play in a concert band setting. I even got blocked out of horn choir this semester due to cracking down on registration. Maybe I'll find a community band to play in or something. After playing 4 hours a day for the past 5 years, it's an odd feeling to not have touched my horn in 6 weeks. Wait, I opened it last night to see if the valves still moved. They did. ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY 'DA HORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!