*sunday, february 24
According to the drunken wisdom of Mere's friend Jordan's friend Mike, I shouldn't go to university unless I'm sure that's what I want to do. Thanks, Mike, as if I hadn't heard that one before. He also said I should continue with playing the trumpet because that's gotta be one of the sexiest things a girl can do- is have good command of an instrument. Thanks, Mike, I was really looking for that input (?). Seriously, though, as drunken and bordering-on-lecherous as his advice was it was good and solid, and I do appreciate it. I thought about university in the car on the way home (from the farm. I also thought about windm[ea]ls, and how they're scary.) I do want to go. Afterall, I don't really know what I would do if I didn't. Go to seed? Spray paint things? Start dating Kate? Heh. (That wasn't intended to be offensive, only mildly amusing.) Some guy on the bus home from Julian's cottage once told me that I shouldn't go to university unless I absolutely know what I want to do (Sara said he was all wrong, which is probably true, because he wouldn't stop talking about falaffels and he was kind of greasy). Well, Paul from Orillia, this isn't the first time you've appeared in my writing, and I'm going to have to say that I'm not going to listen to your advice. After all, you're a struggling playwright, and I dunt think that's where I want to head (go figure).
So, the farm. I guess it's nice an relaxing, but by the time I got cooped up in the car for the ride home I started panicking about my several ISUs (which I should be working on now, but I'm taking a break, and hey- it's only 10 pm. I have oodles of time) and was very weak-feeling by the time I got home. I ate a sushi. Mom reassured me that lots of vegetarians eat fish. I reassured myself by saying "fuck it: I love raw salmon." Unfortunatley, it was kind of stale. But still tasty. Oh yes, back to the farm. Because you're there with your family and nothing else to do, you feel obligated to spend time with them (a good thing), and it feels as though there are a million hours in a day. As a result, I played lots of cards, but didn't practice the trumpet once (Stage Band concert Friday is now making me v. nervous) or finish Hamlet (both bad things). Oh well, hopefully I'll do okay on the Hamlet test and my ISUs and NOt flunk out of school and actually get to make the CHOICE about going to uni or not.
~check ya later
