Updates and a horrible poem

I don't have an excuse this time for not writing in nearly a month, so I won't even try to make one up. I'll just begin with the updates. Oh man. So many updates.

Most importantly, I am in college. I've been accepted to two colleges so far, within 3 hours of each other and while on a small vacation from school, so that was hella exciting. The first acceptance was actually hand delivered by the admissions counselor when I went to visit. He was so excited and gave me this long spiel on the honors program and how honored they are. I almost want to check the little "Yes" box on the decision card just because he put so much effort in and was so happy. The other college I was accepted to is my first choice and I still have to wait on scholarship decisions to know if I can go there or not. The total cost per year is a little under $50,000.

Next, and pretty much almost as important, I have a cello. It is beautiful, came with a case that is the best quality, and it sounds so good. I haven't had time to do much more than play a couple pieces I can remember, but I've dug up my cello sheet music from the pile of cello, piano and guitar music and tabs underneath my mirror and I plan on spending the bit of Christmas break that I'm not doing college apps (absurd, isn't it? I've been accepted to two colleges and I still have to apply to five more schools) playing until my fingers callous and then some. I so can't wait to get back into the whole regular practice, take my cello with me to play concerts thing. Let me tell you, wheeling a cello down the hall of a hotel, while a group of other teenagers looks on (and comments on how it's such a big violin...) is one of the biggest ego boosters. You feel so important.

Hmmm.... All the other updates don't seem very important now that I've told you about my cello. I guess I will mention that I was invited to play basketball on the US's team in olympic style games in Holland next July and train with NBA hall-of-famer Rick Barry. Needless to say my mother said no. She can't drive me to Holland, I can't do it. It makes me a little sad, but not really. I think next summer will end up jam packed anyways because I'll be getting ready for college!! Yup. Alright.

Displaced, or perhaps, replaced
Smiles and butterflies turn to
tears and lead.
But only internally.

Time to move on,
dwell for a day then never again.
Easy to say.
Hard to do.
Here's where that strength comes into play.

I wrote that just now in like two minutes, so it's severely underdeveloped. I got the idea in the car on the way home tonight while half asleep from a scenario that kinda sorta terrifies me, even though it's childish. If you think about it, you can prolly figure out what the poem's about. Don't think to hard though, as I'd rather you didn't figure it out; I'm not entirely proud of my own fears (but then again, who is?) just because they're unwarranted and needless and I'm better than I perceive myself sometimes. Alright. I'll leave you for tonight with that bit of...deepness, if you can call it that at all. I'm going to go sleep because I have to get up early for stuff. Saturdays should be mandatory sleep-in days.

♥ j.j.