Disappeared off the face of the earth?

I wish. I’m caught between a mixture of being incredibly productive or just uncaring and apathetic lately. It’s funny, though, as soon as I started typing this into Windows Live Writer, I felt like my head was clearing a little. But I can’t write a full scale blog today, I have an analysis for English to write for first thing tomorrow and I also have to be up early to walk a mile with the Bari sax.

I’m starting the Big Band tomorrow. It’s a step up from Swing Band, which I’m still going to attend, but I had a word with the big musical boss men and had it arranged for me to move up, despite there already being another bari saxophonist.
I’m cacking it. But the deep end is the best way to learn after all.

One my cats got run over. We now have one lonely little kitten (Archie), who has never been apart from his sister (Pepper). Mum and I also analysed the tire tracks by the scene, as close to the tree where she was found as they could possibly get, and deduced that it was possibly murder. It’s actually heartbreaking. Archie keeps sniffing everything, searching for her and meowing at us, as if we’re keeping her from him purposely. You can’t exactly explain to a cat the foreverness of death.

I decided that there’s nothing more counterproductive than the sound of the wind battering against a house, especially when the morning brings promise of a long walk with a big instrument. It’s getting to the stage where I have to sit back and list reasons why I can’t miss college that day. It usually starts with a list of people’s names before the more seemingly important stuff, like getting test results back or having a homework to hand in.

It doesn’t help that my imagination is taunting me, with incredibly realistic dreams of the many things I really really want right now.
Waking up, on top of it being the cruellest thing that could ever happen to me, is actually a big disappointment right now.

Stop this! LIFE IS GOOD.

A HAPPY STORY: Robbie's hockey team played in Wigan on Saturday so I went to watch them. I was sat on a bench that was missing two of its three slats, and huddled against the cold. (The one time I decided not to bring my coat was the one time I really needed it. I got told to nab a jacket so I did.) Despite this, I had fun. Aggressive is not a word I'd pair with Robbie, but there were times when he certainly was. I laughed at this (because he's a HUGE softie) and at many other things, including the unbalanced goalie for Wigan, and nobody looked at me like I was crazy because I was the only person watching. There were a few remarks aimed my way, a few wolf whistles and, of course, "That's not how you warm up, Rob!" one of them yelled as he coincided putting his pads on with talking to me. But yeah, they won and I managed to avoid several hockey balls hurtling at top speed towards my ankles so it was good times all round, I think. Except, maybe, for the other goalie. Him and gravity really didn't agree.

Goodnight. (: