Wow. I've been terrible about blogging. I should probably change this, now that I have the time to a) breathe, b) sleep, and c) do anything other than be in a constant state of running toward or away from the oboe.

Summer is here. Unsurprisingly, Macon is still about as boring as ever. We're getting a new gay bar called Kaos. It's drenched in rainbow insignia and also conveniently placed next to a sketchy massage parlour (take the hint). Customer overlap? All in all it seems pretty shady. Macon is just not the place to be gay, or at least be out about it.

It's infernally hot. It's already reached 102 in the beginning of June when those temperatures are usually reserved to mid/late July and the always sweltering August. Between the heat and the humidity, walking outside is somewhat similar to being slapped in the face with a sauna.

On a positive note, after a brief scare due to family history and five hours at Middle Georgia Diagnostics getting stuck every hour, I have concluded that I do not have diabetes and am in fact hypoglycemic. The result? Eat more. Buh. Well, at least I'm being advised on how to keep my body healthy.

OH! Also on a positive note, I was accepted to Eastern Music Festival in April. I'll be leaving for five weeks spanning the end of June and the entire month of July. I'm incredibly excited about getting to play some amazing music, especially because my orchestral experience is limited. I'm looking forward to the people and to getting out of Georgia.

After a month of practicing two hours a day and only having made ONE reed, I finally broke down and bought a shaper handle, something I've been meaning to do for two years now. This means I'll actually have to start being productive...disappointing. Though I do find it amazing that when you actually listen to what your teachers tell you, you advance really fast. Who would have thought? Listening? To your teachers? I guess it just takes a certain amount of time and musical maturity for it to sink in, but when it does, it's both amazing and terrible: amazing because you've reached a new height in your playing, terrible because now everything sounds inadequate. But that's the life of a musician. Always striving for more.

So that's a life update for the wild wild web. Pixels, I'm glad you hear me.