Woo, Ithaca.

Be it known that I fail at updating blogs.

I'm finally back in Ithaca, despite all of my complaining. To be honest, I can't remember the first half of this semester. It's a blur of rehearsals and practicing and making reeds and the fact that on a normal day I do five hours of practicing/reed making and then do homework. Oh right, and that whole "Class Piano" thing. My major is for masochists. Between practicing piano, three hours with my face to an oboe, two hours of making something for my face to connect with, sight-singing, music theory and music history homework, and...oh yeah, rehearsal...majoring in music is not for the feint of heart.

Or those who like sleeping.

In other news, Ithaca, NY is cold...and warm...and redefining my definitions of both. Since I have been here, I have woken up, seen the temperature read -5 degrees (yes, Fahrenheit), and gone straight back to bed. There's seriously no reason to be awake when it's that cold. By that point, waking up to 17 degree weather was "ehh, it's kinda chilly out" and the mid twenties began to feel like "hey, it's actually kind of warm." There is definitely something inherently wrong with that statement. I've come to the conclusion that given a good enough jacket, you will survive!

I had my first snow fight last weekend. We got dumped with nineteen inches of snow and school didn't even close. I was so confused. But that night we attacked each other with snowballs and tackled each other into the snow and ended up entirely soaked, bruised, and happy. Then there was hot chocolate and massive cuddling orgies. It was a good time.

This weekend it was 42 degrees. I went outside in a blue jean jacket. What the crap, Ithaca?

I also went to see the ICSO play the Firebird Suite today. I've had that stuck in my head since 6pm. It makes me feel like everything is triumphant. Triumphant cane gouging. Triumphant stair-climbing. Triumphant printing. Triumphant laundry. Triumphant theory homework.

Eventually, triumphant sleep!