My best friend Lauren graduated earlier this week and it was pretty awesome to see. The only other times I had been to an Arts graduation would have been my older sister's a long time ago when I was too young to care about what was going on, and then of course my own last year. It was weird seeing it from the other side, and also realizing that I knew a lot more people than I thought I did. The performances and everything were pretty good, but the music one seemed a little lacking. I mean it didn't sound bad or anything, but after all the original stuff we had last year doing just a mash-up of choral pieces and jazz standards seems a little...lame. Oh, and I didn't like that they didn't call James King's name during the actual commencement ceremony, I know it would have been a little awkward, but he at least deserves the right to actually have his name called during the real thing. But still it was a very good ceremony, congratulations Lauren! You're awesome! : )
As great as it was to see that though, I discovered something during it that left me pretty deflated for most of the evening. (I tried to hide it though) I won't go into detail but basically I thought I had an understanding about something, or someone (based on my interpretation of some things they said) and I found out some things that night that I didn't know and now I feel like I've lost a chance at something I really wanted. I think that's vague enough for most people.
So that's weighing pretty heavily on my mind right now and I'm trying my best to not think about it. I'm still planning on writing my review of the Lost game, and I'm about to get a PS3 so I'll have more stuff to write about soon.
Damn, blogs are easy to forget about.