I haven't posted in awhile, because the events I'm supposed to tell you about here consumed me this past week.

I went to my brother's college graduation, both the individual college of engineering and the general CU commencements. All very boring and full of pomp. I suppose they feel they're honoring all the students with such ceremonies, but I can't imagine too many of them enjoyed them. The spectacles seem designed to acknowledge the supreme greatness and humility of the faculty, and credited the students almost as an afterthought. After this experience, I can certainly say I'm not looking forward to my own graduation. Perhaps I won't go.

Uncle Joe and Rita were in town, though, so graduation brought about some good (even if it didn't intend it). We went to Bisetti's with them Sunday afternoon. Ah, Bisetti's. The best Italian food in Fort Collins. We walked around Old Town for awhile afterward (to walk off the meal). Father Time was selling his hammocks, and I found the shirt I'm going to buy Dad for Father's Day.

Monday was a very good day. Joe and I made a Finest run, and I picked up Tears for Fears' Elemental and Nick Drake's Five Leaves Left. Both albums are very good, but I'm particularly impressed with Nick Drake. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, but still, his music is absolutely incredible. I especially enjoy Time Has Told Me. It's a very relaxed, front-porch type of love song, great for driving through the countryside with a lady in the seat next to you. Someday...

I need to learn how to write songs. I've all these ideas for them, and can even write melodies on the guitar, but I don't know how to write vocal melodies over them. It's probably not at all a difficult task, but it's intimidating for me. I'm only just beginning to accept the fact that I can sing on-key sometimes, so I'm still extremely shy about singing aloud, even if it's in my own apartment. My car is the only exception to this rule (much to the chagrin of the other motorists, I'm sure). But yeah, I need to bring my lyrics and music together. Ry and I need to find a bassist, too.

Mom's recovery has been slower than expected. She's being released tomorrow, but still has great difficulty walking. We've decided to have her use a wheelchair for Joe's graduation. It will make everything easier on her, which is the highest priority. At least she'll be able to make it. I'm glad of that.

I want to be like Jyro Xhan.

NP: Wencarla - Fold Zandura

I made the wonderful mistake of reading Seth's blog. So much for those ideas of my being a good writer. I'd plug it here if I knew how. His poetry is even better.

My mom was admitted to the hospital today. I guess she finally found her week-long headache to be an actual concern. They ran the usual tests on her (spinal tap, MRI) and discovered she had meningitis, but is well on her way to recovery. She apparently toughed out the worst of the disease on her feet, which is incredible. I'm glad she isn't going to be hospitalized over Joe's graduation. I know how disappointed she would be to miss it.

I might be getting a job with Big City Burrito, which would rule. Howard said they were looking to hire this week, so all I need to do is track him down, get an application, and then complete an interview. I don't know how much they pay, though, which may be a concern. We'll see.

I decided Musings had too philosophical a slant to serve as a journal of everyday occurances, so I started a second Blog. I rule.

I borrowed Dead or Alive 3 from Chris yesterday. He said I could keep it until graduation, which is cool. He has an impressive gaming room at his place, with everything from the old NES to X-box. DOA will help fill the empty hours until I get a job and go back to school.

Heh, school. FRCC's website is down, so I can't find out their application deadlines unless I call or go there. Bleh. I hate talking to strange people, whether in person or over the phone. I also need to contact CSU and find out if my application with them is still on-file and valid. If it is, I won't need to rewrite the entrance essays, which would be nice. I could do it again, but it'd be a bother.

I'm actually excited about going back, though. It's rather odd, especially considering I was never a fan of school. I guess I'm looking forward to meeting new people. The solitude I experienced over this past year seems to have done more than I expected. In most people's eyes, this year was a waste. I didn't have a job, I wasn't going to school. I was merely existing. I think this year was vital for me as a person, and I accomplished a lot in my heart and mind. The loneliness was an important part of that, but now it's served its purpose, and I'm ready to emerge from my chrysalis. This isn't to say I've stopped growing and searching. I hope I never stop either. I just think I'm now ready to meet the world.