What a glorious feeling, I'm happy again!

I had a thought last night as I was trying to fall asleep.

I'm really happy. Aside from small petty things and the fact that I'm back to writing essays and taking tests and getting graded, I'm really enjoying college thus far. It's a really nice realization, especially considering how in previous posts I would complain and gripe about how unsatisfied with life I was. Even though I'm undeclared and even though I don't really know what I'm doing with my life (still), I feel like I'm in the right place, surrounded by the right people. I'm content with everything, and I'm finally happy to say that I'm happy.

I miss everyone at home, of course, but sometimes it's good to miss things.

P.S. I'm coming home next weekend!

Ain't in the truth.

Megan: Why is it so hard to find people who appreciate bluegrass?
Heidi: Because everyone is a dick.

And I'm not even talking about liking straight up bluegrass. I'm not even talking about LIKING it. I'm talking about having a basic appreciation for it. Of listening to it and being and able to acknowledge that wonderfulness of what is going on.

Bluegrass. It's better than it sounds.
(It really is.)


The music that I listen to and love isn't even bluegrass. I do listen to some Ricky Skaggs and Kentucky Thunder, but that's because it's SO GOOD. And what I do listen to has folk INFLUENCES.

People can be so prejudice. I like acoustic instruments. I am a mellow person. I don't really like rap or hip hop or basically what most college students like.

Oh well. Hopefully I'll be able to find people with similar tastes out there.

(And let's not forget musicals...But that is a different story, for another time.)