This week...

This week has been something crazy for me.

Allow me to explain vent.

The beginning of the week went well enough. No orchestra on Monday was a nice treat, and I went to go see the Army Woodwind Quintet for free Tuesday night. It was really the end of the week that began to kill me.

Trent and I talked for a little bit. He's preparing like crazy to leave for the MTC this Wednesday and learn Spanish in 6 weeks before he's transferred down to Argentina for the other 23 and a half months. But I realized.... I don't love him. Not in a romantic sense in any way. I had mistaken connection for love. That's all.

That was a hurdle to overcome. Simple enough, right?

Later, I got a phone call from Emmanuel. I had called him a couple weeks previous to see if I could see him before he left for the MTC (also this Wednesday). He said he would call me and let me know. [I'm still waiting for that, but they are for sure coming down Tuesday.] The following night, I had a dream where he proposed to me.

First off, WTH?! Secondly, I hate my subconscious; thirdly, the signals are all somewhat there to make sense. How could I have missed them? No matter, I get to give up a 2nd love.

Another hurdle. Okay, cool.

Somewhere in the midst of all this my wireless card stopped working, so now I have to go through the hassle of pulling cords out of the closet and connecting manually to the router. Yummy.

Most difficult hurdle of this week just happened today, actually.

My friend (who technically has enough college credit to be a senior; she should also be graduated by now) auditioned for the music major today. However, due to a wrist injury when she was 15, she still plays at a level for 15 year-olds. Needless to say, the prof she auditioned for said earlier in the week that he was not expecting that she would be accepted (he said it nicer than that, though). So she auditioned today anyway, and now she's planning on packing up and leaving next Saturday.

Next. Saturday.

Anyone I get close to goes far, far away from me. Or I'm uprooted and moved far, far away from them.

I need more hugs. More touchy-feely. Drama did that to me, if nothing else. Oh, and the need of family. I haven't established one in Provo yet.

And that's the hardest part.