Tonight, I was driving through the fog on the country roads, listening to Flogging Molly and Gaelic Storm with my fiance, when it suddenly hit me that I NEED a set of bagpipes.
Would anyone who plays bagpipes please clue me in on good beginning bagpipe makers before I start up begging for a set for Christmas?
Thanks a million~
– Atl Coaxoch
I’m all registered for my senior year of high school now. I’m hoping it’s slightly less eventful than last year, and I won’t be spending a week of it, er, ‘institutionalized’. I’m meditating for better mental health this time around. 🙂
I had the wonderful opportunity of attending Lollapalooza, all-expense-paid, in Chicago yesterday with my lovely cousin and aunt. We saw ten different bands, including Florence + The Machine, who are my cousin’s favourite, and we saw The Jezabels walking down Michigan Avenue while at Panera Bread for breakfast. I had a blast. My cousin was a bit uncomfortable with all the half naked college kids toking to their favorite alternative bands, which I found funny. I feel like I should drop him off with my friends in the Main Street apartments for a few hours to desensitize him to soft drug use. Maybe he wouldn’t chastise me any more (ahahaha, yeah right). I really enjoyed Nadastrom (I’d never heard them before) and was bummed I missed out on Of Monsters and Men, but they played at the same time as Florence.
I love music, but I’ve dropped out of choir for this year. My director is a distasteful woman who killed any shred of self-esteem I’d managed to cling to. I’m hoping to find a way to still take vocal jazz instruction this year, and I’ll still have my fill of music between band and flag corps (I’m a corps captain this year~).
I’ve talked to my fiancé about the both of us going for all three days of Lolla next year, considering I’ll be moving to Chicago for college, hopefully at Roosevelt, which is right across from Grant Park where it takes place.
He informed me that he bought us tickets to see Amanda Palmer at the Metro in November for our anniversary and that his father now knows we’re engaged. I wasn’t expecting the second one. I’ve been seventeen for five months, and he’s one month short of seventeen. We’ve been engaged for 9 months. We didn’t want our parents to separate us, thinking we were too young, so we kept it a secret. Mom thinks my engagement ring is a very fancy sort of promise ring. I wouldn’t have gotten engaged to just any guy or girl I’d dated this young, but my fiancé and I had already been best friends for years. We used to sleep over at each others’ houses, and it was a brother-sister sort of relationship before the hospital. He kept me alive, and I’m forever grateful.
I was pleasantly surprised that his father approved, considering he’s generally very old-fashioned and seems to think we can’t grasp the consequences of our actions most of the time. I can get along with him well enough, it’s just a bit difficult.
I honestly wish I could tell my own parents with the same outcome.
I feel like I really only rambled today.
-Atl Coaxoch
From Dust to Light 