I'm in a really weird mood. A good way to describe it is extreme introvert-ed-ness. I'm compelled to cut all communication with everyone back home, but the logical part of me is screaming bloody murder. How could I even think that? I'd die. End of story.



Thanks music. You just made me feel better:)



I miss you.

That was the single coolest thing I've ever done! UT 59. ULM 19. Down here in Texas they have a word for that: Asswooping! I haven't eaten since this morning, I'm exhausted, my chops are dead, my voice is gone, and my feet hurt worse than they ever have. Totally worth it. Total attendance at tonight's asswooping: 101,069. A disappointing turn out. Our team deserves better.

Here's a little taste:







P.S. OU lost!!!!!!

P.S.S. OU's quarter back, the Heisman trophy winner from last year, is out for the season with a broken collar bone!

I love it here.

I love Wendy.

Best university in the world. Period. Everything about it is just incredible. The atmosphere is electric. It's not the most breathtaking campus in the world, but its beauty is very subtle. Subtle, but incredible. The people are so cool. 55,000 students. "It's too big." That just means there are more people to meet. It is a huge school, but it feels like a huge school. It's a good thing. I've never been challenged musically. I got my ass handed to me. I'm tenor in the lowest band. I auditioned on alto. I just spent $150 on music for this semester. Who knew the french were so greedy?

Anyone who's looking at college, do not skip over UT Austin. Yes, it's in Texas. But really, it's not. It is so unbelievably cool. We're ranked in the top ten schools in the nation for Engineering, Business, Foreign Relations, Music, Law, and overall. This is really an incredible place. Please look.

P.S. Sorry everything's so random

"For God so loved the world he gave his only son."
-What a shitty father



I blew my audition. I forgot to tune, all the pedagogy went out the window, I played the etude that I wasn't going to play. It was pretty bad. They had us in the giant concert hall with ALL the directors seated about twenty rows up, on their laptops. Pittel was also there, but that was ok. I don't get nervous, but I did today. Oh well. Next semester.

Kira, I'm proud of you.

Being away is weird. I have these mixed feelings about the current situation. On the one hand, I'm so excited for this whole experience. It's exactly what I need to become the best. On the other hand, I miss everyone so much. The life I cared about for four years goes on without me. The further away from everyone I drift, I die a little. I understand why people across collegiate gaps drift apart. I forgive you for this, but at the same time I can hardly control my disappointment for your lack of interest after you left. I was under the impression that it meant something. My mistake for being so naive. It won't happen again.




On a better note, there were 360 newbies that tried out for Longhorn Band (the marching band), 150 made it, including myself. Even better, I made first part.

Leaving home was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Leaving Wendy was even harder. End of story.

So far though, it's been pretty cool. My dorm room is a lot bigger than I expected. My roommate isn't coming until Sunday. I have so much damn stuff that I almost don't have enough room for it all!

Everything's just pretty kosher so far. Nothing really to complain about except being forgotten. Oh well.

I have never seen a storm like last night. My brother and I sat, chatting through the open windows in each of our rooms, watching what seemed to be like a fight between the Gods. For almost an hour we sat and watched lightning strike several times a second, lighting up the sky. They were huge strikes, too. The really humbling part was I couldn't hear any thunder. It was completely silent. It was cloudy, so you couldn't see the lightning, just the clouds around the strike light up. Crazy stuff.

There's a teacher in a small Texas town. She asks her class how many of
them are Bush fans. Not really knowing what a Bush fan is, but wanting to
be liked by the teacher, all the kids raise their hands except one boy -
Johnny.

The teacher asks Johnny why he has decided to be different. Johnny says,
"I'm not a Bush fan."

The teacher says, "Why aren't you a Bush fan?"

Johnny says, "I'm a John F. Kerry fan." The teacher asks why he's a Kerry
fan. The boy says, "Well, my mom's a Kerry fan, and my Dad's a Kerry fan,
so I'm a Kerry fan!"

The teacher is kind of angry, because this is Texas, so she says, "What if
you're Mom was a moron, and you're dad was an idiot, what would that make you?"

Johnny says, "That would make me a Bush fan."

As some of you probably saw, I posted a... post... the other night about some rather mischievous activities, all of which we should still do, but the problem is the location. Evergreen lake is perfect for... swimming, but not so much the game of bathing-suit ultimate frisbee. Also, for the giant slip n slide, we need a big hill. I'm talking massive! Preferably somewhere where it's not illegal, like Pirate Park, but that's private property. So, you should find one. Oh, and if you have no idea what I'm talking about, but are slightly interested/aroused by said proposition, feel free to contact me. I was thinking the middle of august so we can plan.


On another note, my aunt and uncle spent way too much on a new tux for me, but what a nice tux it is. The vest is 100% silk :)

I got it!

Let's clarify: Happy relationships don't exist for you. I've never been happier.

So, in case you don't know, my graduation party is Friday, June 12 from 5 to 10 at Addenbrook. Come. And bring more people.

I find it pitiful how easily I give up on things. IB's hard, so I'm not going to give it my all. Working out's hard, so it's ok if I don't do it today. Tomorrow, for sure. I've woken up at five every morning for the past year to work out. The Grand Total of times I actually have: 2. Isn't that sad? Something so important to me you think would drive me to give my best effort, but I find ways to put it off until it doesn't happen. People always comment about how I probably practice so much because I'm "so good." I don't. I want to, but I always find myself doing nothing instead of that. Honestly, I practice maybe once or twice a month outside of school. You'd think that something I'm leaving everyone and everything I've ever loved for would drive me to be better. Yeah, I do too... Whatever...

Hook 'em.

The total scholarship that Texas is offering me is ~$117,000 over a period of five years.

So, my concert where I'm being featured with the Denver Concert Band is on April 25 at 7:30 p.m. at Central Presbytarian Church in Denver, if anyone is interested in coming. Tickets are $10 for adults and $5 for seniors, children, and students. If you're interested, I can give you a map of where the concert is being held.



I'm really conflicted about going to outdoor lab. I really want to go, but I would miss a week of school (which probably isn't a good idea), and worse, a week of studying for my IB tests. I could really use some advice...

So, I won the Denver Concert Band Scholarship. I get $2000 and get to perform a solo with the Concert Band on April 25, if y'all want to come.