I would have gone to Terpsichord again last night if I could have, but it was Cousin David's birthday, so we were all over eating dinner with Uncle and Grandpa and the usual gang. Aunt Missy's an absolutely fabulous cook - she seriously overdoes herself every time we eat with them. She's also started making me a separate entrée since I've been a vegetarian, even though I tell her every single time that she doesn't need to worry about me.
Well, I didn't get to go to all of Terpsichord, but Emma and I slipped out with hasty goodbyes and happy-birthdays around nine o'clock (it was Derek's birthday, so she met up with some friends at Cold Stone) and I booked it to GPS to catch the end of the concert. I really, really wanted to see Urban Veil (Eller and Emily's) again - if it was the only dance I saw, I was cool with that. There wasn't any way I could make it to see any of the first act, so I was content with getting there for my favorite part of Act 2. And I made it! Barely. I slipped into the theater right after the junior number ended and got to see from there on out.
On Saturday I stayed for a little while afterwards to hug my friends and congratulate them and tell them how awesome they were and all that. I was a little hesitant to stay on Sunday - I mean, yeah, it's not a secret that I'm obsessed with Terpsichord, but I didn't want to be creepy and be all "oh hey yep totally came back again." Plus, I mean, it's their night, especially after the last performance. I didn't know if I wanted to see my girls crying - even the thought of it makes me want to rip my heart out. I'm sure part of it is me being in denial - that'll be me in a few months, after the musical's over. But with the musical, it's always the left-behinds that cry the most. Usually. I know as much as the GPS theater department has been my second home and the only family that loves me no matter what...well, I'm ready to move on. It's time to extend my boundaries in new directions.
Hey, speaking of college, I've still only officially gotten in to one (U Richmond), BUT I've gotten two lovely letters from UVa and LeHigh saying in essence "we really, really like you and hope you consider UVa/LeHigh, but we can't officially tell you anything until later in the month."
You guys, I would LOVE to go to LeHigh. Nothing would make me happier. I mean, I'll totally be happy anywhere I applied (I think? I never visited Bowdoin - Maine is too far away), but LeHigh is still my top choice. There was something about it when I visited - I just kept thinking god, I could see myself here. I would love it here.
But my dad went to UVa and he'll be pushing for it, especially since it will be (I think?) cheaper. I liked UVa and all, but it's just absolutely massive. And uber preppy.
gah. not looking forward to making these decisions
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