My first posting...again

So I started a blog again.  I kinda missed it.  Eventually I'll put up a link when I decide what this will be about.  Or I'll do it now.  Whatevs.  I'm thinking it will just be about my life, along with incredibly witty and hilarious commentary about everything in it.  Or, that last sentence without adjectives.

So I will start:  Tomorrow I have a Music History final at 8 a.m., and my tuba jury at 11:30.  Now you're thinking 'what the hell are you doing creating a blog when you have all that going on?'  Or, you're thinking, 'what the hell are you talking about?'

I'll answer the second question, since I really have no good answer for the first.  I attend the prestigious (why does every sarcastic description of a college involve the word 'prestigious'?) College of Saint Rose in Albany, NY.  I'm majoring in music with a minor in history.  Since my principal instrument is tuba, that explains the jury thing.  A jury is basically a final exam on your instrument, where you go into a room and play a solo for faculty members with an accompanist.  Apparently, it's terrifying.  I've never done one, but I'll let you now tomorrow.  (Side note, when I figure out how this works, I'll post a picture of me playing tuba.  You'll be even more apathetic than you are now.)

A bit more about me: I'm 26 years old, single, gay, and there's an 'n' that I apparently typed underneath all the places to type on this screen.  I don't know how that got there.  To answer your next question: yes, I'm an undergrad.   An old one.  But a cute one.  Who looks younger than most freshman.  So shut up.  I'm in my junior year, and I plan to barely survive all I have to do to graduate in 2010.

So yeah, tomorrow I have a crap ton of stuff to do, but then I get to hang out with my wonderful friend Calvin later on.  Then, Thursday, I get to do this thing called sleeping.  It's a bit unfamiliar to me lately, but hopefully it won't take me long to get used to it again.  Then  a Wind Ensemble rehearsal, followed by what may or may not be a date.  The guy seems really cool, which is more than I ever say about guys, so maybe...  And if it is a date, and more dating occurs, the comforting thing is that he probably wouldn't be more terrible than my last boyfriend.

Eventually, I'll get into the complications I will have with dating.  It's not pretty.  

All of this stuff to do culminates on Saturday night with a cantata for the Wind Ensemble and Masterworks Chorale at Saint Rose to celebrate our new building (that they just keep fucking celebrating and need to stop).  It's sold out; sorry to break your heart.  And that will officially be the end of the semester!  Yay!

And this is officially the end of this post!  Congratulations to me on my toasty blog!!