Alright. Basically the last week and a half has been...crazy. It's swung wildly from the sublime to the ridiculous without any warning, and is pretty much likely to continue in this fashion for quite a while.
In short, I have had literally two of the best days ever within almost a week, I've been given a new name, and I'm trying to divert the Apocalypse. Oh. And I'm still very worried about my little brother. And a little bit hurt.
Obviously this summer on the whole has been testing time for me, what with the depression and the unemployment and having to watch every penny and so on and so forth...and now I have to start thinking about going back to Norwich. I don't really want to go back, and I certainly don't care for going back, but untold danger will ensue if I don't go back when I 'should', as I'll miss the start of choir term (...) and get it in the neck from a certain director and quite possibly lose the will to carry on. I have bigger fish to fry though, and I doubt there could be any real threats made. Definitely no promises.
Last Monday I went to see Streetlight Manifesto live. That's right. LIVE. In Derby. More to follow. Today, I went to Skegness with Mother and my Close Company. SKEGNESS! It was Awesome. More to follow similarly. I've seen my youngest brother off to Windsor for a year to be the Organ Scholar there, and will be making firm plans to see him when I'm settled in halls...and when he's settled in his apartment! We're all so proud! He is truly the master of us all.
However. Life defining live music events and seaside trips aside, I'm coming to the end of my limited tether as far as life at this exact moment is concerned. I'm beginning to wear out as my Chutzpah begins to wane, and what with a weekend flyover to Norwich for work before my Halls contract starts and having nowhere to stay is taking its toll. I just hope I don't get a phone call before I get to make the one that might save me. And to add to this I get the horrible feeling that someone else very close found his "group of friends who..." Obviously, we're not right for him anymore. I have let him down. How though? I can't make him want to talk, but you know, I can't help but feel hurt. Just a bit,
Although. Consider well that his musical life at university is roughly opposite mine. Back at my old School, they still talk about me, and they remember me as the man who could do everything, and do it well. A confident and skilled performer, at the top of everyone's list for anything. Norwich? I feel little more than a statistic. Ouch.
Anyway. It's not so much time of the month but the end of the month. And almost the end of the Vac. It's hardly been a holiday this year sadly. I've only got one more year and as long as I get back to the grindstone but keep my head above water, I can graduate successfully and actually make positive progress! I will be making plans to permanently escape Norwich as well. I do not see myself in Norfolk in 5 years, let's put it that way.
Oh, and I had a haircut as well. So you know, it could be a lot worse, right?
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