One of My Rougher Weeks, I Suppose

You know, ever since I've been here at Susquehanna I've noticed a few things. Primarily, I haven't been working as hard as I was in High School. Secondly, my schedule is not as regimented as it was in High School. Thirdly, I'm not quite sure if I'm having more fun than I did in High School. Now, don't get me wrong, I love college with a passion, mainly because I'm not nearly as stressed as I was in High School, and that I have some choice in what my every-day schedule looks like. I don't have my parents around bugging me about things (which, I suppose, can be both a good and bad thing; I'm a lazy-ass). Since my whole family situation has changed, almost drastically over the past few years, life at home is not nearly as enjoyable as it was prior to these events. To be honest, the only reason I look forward to going home is to play my drums, see my friends and see Lindsey. I do enjoy my brothers' company as well.

Speaking of which, I hope both my brothers are doing well. Hayden's on his recovery from rehab, and Hunter's been sick with some damn stomach thing from hell. My mom has it as well I believe. Hunter's birthday was yesterday, and I had called but it turned out to be too late as no one picked up the phone. I actually feel pretty bad about not calling because Hunter has a surgery tomorrow morning I believe. They're going in to check on his stomach and try to find out more about his condition, I'm guessing.

On a lighter note, Will and I went to the music building this evening to jam out on the drums. He was on the drum set while I played on the snare drum. We wrote a solo groove where we trade solos between each other and then we began to work on our own adaptation of "Latin Lover" by the Cavaliers. I love that piece and I'll take every chance I can to play it, especially on a real snare drum. I think the addition of the drum set will add a nice spin to it. I'm sure Trey would love to hear it eventually. Maybe I'll tape it. Hmm......

It's freakishly late, and my eyes are beginning to hurt, which means it's time to give 'em a rest and get some sleep. Andrew's not back yet, which isn't really surprising. Anyways, I'm gonna get going and sleep. My chorale concert is tomorrow evening, which should be pretty good. Can't say I'm genuinely excited about it, but I do think it should be interesting, to say the least.

Til' Then...