Good morrow, everyone! I am back with a full-fledged post this time around! Yay!
This morning I woke up to a text message from my good friend Conner, asking if I was going to church, to which I replied with a hearty (as hearty as you can get via text message) “Yessir!” I remember that I had received the text at exactly 9:19 this morning, and, knowing that church didn’t start until 10:30, I decided another 25 minutes or so wouldn’t hurt anyone. I got out of bed at around 9:50 or so, getting dressed, using the restroom, fixing a cup of coffee (hazelnut!), and heading out the door. I drove to Conner’s house, let him hop in, and then we were off. We arrived at the church about 5 minutes before the service started, so it turns out that I have pretty good timing. The service went really well, though it was another long one, this time being because of the congregation partaking in the Lord’s Supper.
After church, Conner and I ate at Chicken Express for lunch before we had to be at FUMC for CCBB rehearsal at 2. We finished eating before 1, at which point I dropped him back off at his house, drove back to the dorm, changed clothes, and then left for the church. Rehearsal went really well; I wore my new Back to the Future part II replica hat, and it was a big hit; everybody loved it! The director even went so far as to say that it was good that I had worn the hat because he had almost messaged me on Facebook to make sure that I DID wear it to rehearsal.

Look at me lookin' (Mc)"FLY" in my hat!
At one point, this little kid ran up to me while I was sitting at the side during a break and stole my hat off my head…I head never seen him or talked to him before in my life. I thought to myself “who the heck is this kid?”, and I got my hat back within a minute, but it was still a bit frustrating. Anyway, though the primary reason I bought the hat is because of its relation to Back to the Future, I think it’s a really cool hat; a picture can only do so much. You have to see this hat to truly behold it. It’s awesome.
From rehearsal, I went back to the dorm and started cleaning up the room a little bit; Conner had expressed interest in coming over later tonight and watching Inception while working on our Music History reading/online quizzes (which is easier than it sounds, considering that both of us had already seen Inception before). I dumped our trash cans, cleaned up my desk, arranged my receipts (which will be logged in my checkbook sometime this week) chronologically, and just made our room a better place to live in general. Conner came over at around 7:30; we put on the movie, I fixed my dinner (Bob Evan’s mashed potatoes, which are really good), and started on our music history, which wasn’t too difficult at all; I ended up getting 4s and 5s on all of the quizzes, which is a good thing.
Conner left after the movie had ended before 10:30, at which point I began to semi-start on music theory homework (more like “waste time on the Internet with the theory workbook open next to me”). Andrew got back at around 11:15 or so from his fraternity/church stuff, and we talked a little bit while I continued to procrastinate. I finally got my theory homework done after doing my so-called “Gaston workout” (the workout routine that I did every night for two months during our production of Beauty and the Beast so that I could look the part better).

WHAT'S COUNTERPOINT?
So, I had gotten a journal in my stocking this Christmas, and I brought it to college with me, but I hadn’t used it. I had made previous attempts in my life to keep a steady journal but never got past 3 or 4 entries. I had this idea in my head that, if I kept a journal, one day after I was gone someone might find it and publish it, making me famous like Anne Frank…minus the whole Holocaust thing (this isn’t me poking fun at that, I promise). I would always start a new journal with this long, detailed essay about who I was, what I had been through, who I had dated, who I had liked, who my best friends were, etc.; basically, the story of my life, so that when it was found the reader would know who they were reading about. Dumb ideas, most definitely. Lately, however, I’ve felt thoughtful in a personal way, and, wanting somewhere to jot down some of these private thoughts, I pulled out the empty journal (with the statement “I avoid clichĂ©s like the plague” printed on the front), got a fresh pen, began to write, taking two pages front and back. It was nice to get some of my thoughts down on paper, and I’m really hoping that I continue to keep up with it, daily if I can. I would doubt my ability to do so if I hadn’t recently proved my dedication in more than one way: I still have not had any soda since mid-August of 2010, and I’ve posted on this blog daily (even when I “missed” a day, I had a short one explaining) for more than 60 days now, something else I thought impossible, yet here I am. So I have no doubt that I’ll be able to keep up with this.
Anyway, that’s just about enough for tonight. Tomorrow, I’ve got all of my normal classes with a CCBB dance rehearsal at 7pm, with a possible short nap between the two; I’ve discovered that, if I take one just the right length, a nap sufficiently gets me through the day to finish homework that may be due and to write out this blog. We’ll see.
That’s all for tonight, folks. Sweet dreams!
Chad
P.S. – Queen song of the day: “These are the Days of Our Lives” – One of my picks for last year’s choir banquet CD, I heard this song on my iPhone’s shuffle today and it brought back lots of good memories. It’s just a great song with great lyrics. Enjoy.
This was filmed around 6 months before Freddie’s death from AIDS. It was shown in black and white instead of color because Freddie was in the final stages of the disease, which the color showed too strongly; you can see how frail he looks in the video. The final words of the song, “I still love you”, were Freddie’s last words on camera. God bless you, Freddie. Rest in peace.
P.P.S. – Conner got a call tonight from someone at the International Quidditch Association, encouraging our Quidditch team to apply to host the regional tournament here at Texas Tech, What that means is that we would essentially be the hosts of the “world cup” of our region, giving us lots of publicity and funding (which we need). The only other school applying to host this is Texas A&M, so here’s hoping that we can beat them out for this.