Man, have a neglected this thing.
So what happened this past week? Well, I let work pile up again somehow, and I was programming all weekend. I had a first-round interview with Microsoft for an internship last week, and I'm not sure how it went. I hope it went well, otherwise I need to do some work on how to do a freaking interview!
I'm glad there will only be two weeks in the semester left after this one, because man, am I tired of all the work. Don't see it letting up next semester, but hey, I am just getting my $40,000-a-year's worth.
Crown's first camp was last weekend. Of course I did not attend, since I am not marching. My brother's Phantom Regiment camp is this weekend, he's leaving Friday morning to go to it. I feel more excited than him, if he marches this season I think I'm going to live my would-be season through him.
It feels like all I thought about today was drum corps. My brother's mellophone was out, so I started doing horn moves and body from our show, and I was trying to recount as many tour stories as I could . It kinda carried over into the night when I was out at a movie (Casino Royale) and my mind was wandering into the music (I was thinking about the Cavaliers) and general daydreaming about performing again (more like rehearsing, but the most valuable thing we learned was to practice how you want to perform). I made a drum corps joke and no one (not even my friends who did marching band) got it.
Life without drum corps blows. I miss our world that we lived in for three months, where the most important thing was not hacking or interviews but instead keeping your feet in time, the "pink thing", and that Santa Clara is beating us and that's not okay! The most difficult thing I've ever done actually made life simpler, figure that one out! I didn't have to think about complicated things (that's called a science fair, and we don't like those), just breathe-dah.
Maybe I am having a bad day, maybe I wish I were marching this season (and next season and every season after that as long as my legs would hold out), maybe I just really haven't adjusted to "real life" as well as I should have (call it "drum corps head"). I need something to replace drum corps for at least the next year. It's not even an itch like it was last year, it's a void. I want to feel like I did after the greatest 11 minutes of my life on that Saturday evening in Madison! At the end of Brass Roots on Wednesday night they showed a montage of people at the end of their shows really taking in the moment, and people at retreat sobbing because it's all over. I didn't cry on Finals night like I thought I would (everyone says you will, the biggest clowns and badasses I've ever met cried that day), but it's kind of starting to hit me.
I think once I get my DVD and CDs I might feel better, but who knows, maybe I'll miss it more.