Saturday, January 19, 2002

As I listen to the Underwear Song, I can almost smell early summer in Bridgewater, last year, when I listened to it a lot. Straight from sound to smell to memories-- who needs eyes?

spake the Amanda Hope at 10:03 AM (linkme)
spake the voices

Friday, January 18, 2002

There are sounds of people in East. The campus is coming to life again. I'm not sure how I feel about that. For some reason lately I haven't had the energy to be truly social, and there's something nice about the suite being empty so that I can have Amanda-time when I want it, and I can go down to Cushman when I want to see people. Ah well.

Right now I'm not sure whether I'm too dependent on others, or too independent of them.

spake the Amanda Hope at 12:18 PM (linkme)
spake the voices

Wednesday, January 16, 2002

There's something wonderful about making things work-- putting a wheel on the drum major platform, putting music in order, straightening up the band room. I like organizing.

My cold feels better now. And this morning, I am in the mood for almost any kind of music.

spake the Amanda Hope at 11:34 AM (linkme)
spake the voices

Tuesday, January 15, 2002

Back again, at school this time. The stairwell in East smells like it did when I moved in at the end of the summer, and it feels good to remember that. Cushman is eerily empty, with just Stenny and Marty there, but it has a distinct Cushman-y smell that I hadn't really been aware of before. And now I'm trying to organize in my mind all the things I have to do, because they keep scattering and I keep being distracted from one thing by something else and I end up getting nowhere. So, now I must finish breakfast and wash my face and brush my teeth and put up my calendars and pick up a package at the Coop and try to braid my hair and change my socks and go down to Cushman for hot water for tea and file music and...

spake the Amanda Hope at 10:40 AM (linkme)
spake the voices