Swing, baby, swing.

Just a quick note. The Associated Press released a list of the Top 20 Concert Tours.  You'll see where DMB ranks-3rd.  Also, the average ticket price is way lower than the tours in the #1 and 2 spots.  Another reason why DMB is awesome.

The game was fun today, but very exhausting.  I can't wait to spend some time with my trumpet section, and attempt to just relax and enjoy myself without having to think about drill, conflict forms, or anything of the sort.

*Sigh*

You just might find, if you give it time...

I need to go running.

Mentioned in conversation last night that I when I'm upset or need to think about something, I want to go running.
I REALLY want to go running.
Couldn't really do it this morning-I threw myself into homework and straightening up the apartment.  A completely booked afternoon and evening means I'm done around 9:30 tonight...and I'm just impatiently awaiting for that time to come around.
This weekend was great...but not what I needed.  First and foremost, I need to be as productive as possible this week, but I also need to find peace of mind.  Like clockwork, it's halfway through September and I'm finally getting to be comfortable with being at school.  I want to be around to see my friends and spend time with them, but I'm not really sure what I want to be doing with all that time. 

None of this makes any sense.  I am fighting all urges to crawl into my bed and stay there.

I need to go running.

Ready, set, go.

So I did it- I finally ran my first 5K since senior year of high school.  Slowly.  (I actually don't know my official time but it was somewhere in the neighborhood of 38 minutes.)  But I did do it.  And, (maybe surprisingly?) I want to do another one.  I felt really awesome today while running, and I know I need to keep it up.  There is one in Tolland that I'm going to look in to, and if we have a night game that Saturday, I'll have the morning free to run it.  Woo!
I think I also like it because it focuses my energy into something other than music/band.  I need something else in my life to concentrate on.  I think it'll calm me down.

However, other than the race...I've done nothing productive while being home.  I'm just so TIRED.  And still need to refine my time-management skills.  Recital in a month and 3 days.  Yikes.
I think I am just going to make a giant to-do list with every assignment and every due date on it, and see what my priorities are.  On tap for this week, besides practicing and paper writing and completing assignments, I'm going to start figuring out how to cook.  Because I legit have NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING.  Which is why I eat ziti 5 out of 7 nights a week.  Oops.  I might start having to do the "cook on Sunday for the whole week" kind of deal, because when I get home after school, I don't even have the desire to cook.  I just want to find that track I was on over the summer-eating semi-healthy, or at least not as horrifically as I am right now, run more, practice more, stay on top of everything.  Why is it human nature for that to be so difficult?

In more random news, Pandora radio stations are FAR SUPERIOR to Last.fm radio stations.  Maybe that's what I need.  An afternoon with a Regina Spektor/Ingrid Michaelson/Sara Bareilles radio station, and my homework.  Or an evening to watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.  Soon enough...

No words exchanged, no time to exchange them.

For the first time, I actually don't know how I'm going to get through this semester.  It seems that there are not enough hours in the day to go to class, marching band, work, babysit, practice for a recital, keep my apartment moderately clean, and sleep.  I literally do not know how people who are even busier than me do it.  I want to do it all, and some how still have a social life, but I need some serious time management skills...help.

You never know.

I seriously don't even know where to start.
Maybe I will keep my hopes up for tomorrow. 
I'm going to bed now, at 11:54 (ish) on Wednesday night, and probably won't sleep again until the bus leaves W Lot for Michigan on Friday morning.  I have that much to do.

I wish I could say I don't know what I did wrong, but that's the whole problem...I know exactly what I did.  Or didn't do.