We dropped Brother #2 at college today! I won't miss him much, since he's been at boarding school for two years, but it is sort of weird thinking of him as a college student. And I'm a high school student!
O_O *explode*
Anyway, he's at
NEC in Boston. After helping him unpack a bit, we (parents and me) took him out to eat with Blondie, who is also a freshman at the school.
But before the food, there was an
amazing concert! The performers were all students at NEC, working for either a bachelor's or master's degree in music. First, there was a cellist who played Bach, and then a pianist and singer performed something from a Spanish opera. The soprano was wonderful, and she was blind. It was really powerful to see her up on stage, singing her heart out. There was a flutist who played something by a composer I'd never heard of, and that was awesome, too. He seemed very nice.
My favorite part was a piano piece by Lizst, a famous composer and piano virtuoso. The pianist was a cute-looking young man who was probably Korean, but I'm not sure. I swear, his hands were like a blur sometimes! And the music was really beautiful, although I can't really give Lizst credit for that, as he took the melodies from an opera. His music is generally about the technique, not the the music, so I'm not a fan.
This has been a terrible day for my body image. Sigh. I just goot this adorable t-shirt online, and it's sort of tight. The jeans are low right now, so my flab is more prominent than I'd like it to be. Sometimes I just get depressed about the way I look, even though I know it's not important. I think it stems from my desire for a life partner, and the message I'm getting from the media that says, "No man wants you... you're too fat! Lose some weight, then you can have what you want." Except, I'm not going to do that because I don't need to. Grrrrr...
I think one of my parents' worst mistakes was letting me play with Barbies. Sure, I enjoyed them, but look at that last paragraph! I'm ashamed of its subject matter, and would only say those things out loud to my closest friends. But this is what blogs are for, I guess.
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