Yet another pretty average day.

And that's what I dislike about the school routine. Every day just seems pretty okay. I guess I could consider it an accomplishment that I speak up in class, complete my schoolwork, and generally just make it through the day. But I hate how each day becomes just another day. Hence I love this quote:

"Push the urge away to wake up feeling just the same as yesterday" (NeedtoBreathe).

So I try to take it to heart and make something about each day special and unique. It's a process I'm still struggling with, but I'm trying.

Tomorrow shouldn't be average though, because I get to see the family! I'm going home to teach Franklin on Saturday. It's their first show of the year, and it should be a productive practice day on top of that. The rain just needs to go away!

My coffeemaker is set. The Doctor's Wife and my fluffy bed are calling my name.

Night of television

Wednesday nights are my nights of television. So You Think You Can Dance followed by Glee. Lots of music and dancing, just how I like my life. The best part is that friends come over to watch them with me, so it's also social hour. My mom sends me text message commentary too.

Today was a pretty average day. I went to classes, ate lunch, went to work, did some homework. I'm actually ahead in most of my classes. It's a wonderful feeling. However, I have tests and papers coming up, so I doubt I'll be ahead for much longer.

Starting to get excited about the weekend. No college debauchery planned for this student; instead I'm going home to see the band program I teach march in their first show. I should be able to see some people and hang out a bit, so it's shaping up to be a good weekend.

I hope tomorrow is as stress-free as today. ^Karma cap!^

I promise.

I promise I haven't forgotten about this blog, so

I promise to do my very, very best to write something in this EVERY single day. Even if it's a sentence, I will write something. Anything.

Summer has come and gone, although Evansville weather does not reflect this change yet. It's still hot and humid, no matter how many times the weatherpeople promise relief is on the way.

I sit here, in my very first apartment, and think that I'm facing another semester. But it's not just another semester. It's my final fall semester. I am a senior. A year from now, I will (hopefully) be living in another apartment and (hopefully) have a real-person job that I (hopefully) love and enjoy.

I want to go back to Nashville.
But that's really the only certain thing about my future right now, though.

Oh, the uncertainty. I don't really mind it though.

Now, the Netsilik Eskimo are calling my name, telling me to read the rest of my assignment on them.

Day 1 of promise completed; now many more to go.