I've lost touch

It's March 1st, 2006. I realise it's been a while since I have posted. So much has been happening lately that I don't want to try and write it all down. But at the same time, not a whole lot has changed.

School is going great. I've got good marks, and I practice hard. I play/compose a lot of guitar too, lately, anyway...
The band is alright. I'm just not into it as much as I once was. But we're working it out.
Residence sucks. I am moving in with Lee on May 1st.
I still have no friends. No, thats a lie. I made some at the beginning of the year. But I've blasted them away with my raygun.
So basically all that I am is a music bitch. I go to classes, study, practice, rehearse for whomever, come home, work out, practice, sleep (with some TV or computer inbetween) and then do it all again the next day. On weekends, I hang out with Lee or the band, and thats it.
I'm a loner. I hate it, but I do it to myself, so I can't complain.

I am excited for next year though. I am still going into the recording arts program, but instead of learning live-sound-isolation, I will take some song-writing/composition/theory-composition classes. I look forward to it.

I have scale juries coming up. I'm nervous.

I can't think straight. I'm lonely. I miss Saskatoon, surprisingly enough. The city itself, I mean. But not enough to do anything about it (unless it's free).

This is jumping from topic to topic, so I guess I'll just stop here. Might as well stop here. It's not like I'm concluding anything. In fact, I'll stop mid senten-