So reading week and all that jazz is now completely over.
Parents got home today, so now I am not completely bus tied. I don't mind the bus, but it was a little tough this weekend combining sickness with needing extra time to bus and whatnot(whatnot being sleeping in).
Oh so much to talk about.
Today, waiting for the bus, I talked with a man named Brian. I suppose I was in his way when I was reading the bus schedule, so he yelled at me in what I assume to be a drunken slur of words. I moved away and he continued to yell. A few minutes later he came over me and appologized and introduced himself. We talked for a few minutes before my bus came. I try not to be prejudiced, and I do give downtown folk the basic respect of decency/dignity. Today this required more effort than usual. He smelled of liquor when he was close enough.... even through the cold air. Unfortunately that is not something uncommon at bus stops downtown. I felt off when I shook his hand, because his eye was shut and he had blood just off the side from his left eye. Dried blood is one thing, but this was still wet. He asked if he could ask me a question, then immediately justified it by telling me that he used to go to bible school. I informed him that I was not Christian... but he asked me anyway. Something about a part of scripture relating to how 'one day a thousand years will be the same as one hour' or something. Pardon my lack of Chrisitan knowledge, but I don't know what that refers to.
He asked me what I thought it meant....
I said it probably meant that time in life shouldn't be such a concern, because it won't be in the life eternal.
He pondered for a moment, then I asked him
what it meant to him?
he responded that he can't tell someone that until they give him the right answer.....
I jovially said"well then I guess I didn't get the right answer...."
"Well... you were close".
So, I don't really know what to make of this, but I'll add to it my list of life experiences. I could have easily walked farther away or just blatantly ignored him like others were doing. But I'm glad he came over and we chitchatted. Maybe it got him to think about his question, maybe it got me to think. Either way, I got something valuable from it.

This weekend was pretty much a write off... my voice was shot, so singing didn't really happen well. I didn't practice really much at all. Although I did spend some time tonight working on the things that i should have done sooner after my lesson. Im still not done my composition.. although I am finished 3 of 4 songs now (almost). My comp lesson is cancelled though tomorrow, so I have reason to postpone it a week later anyway. No exercise this weekend part because I was lazy, but justified because I was sick... so the exercise kick of last week has seemed to die away already... but im sure it will come back here and there...

I've been thinking too much about grad school lately... but its good. I've recieved emails back from a couple people who are associated with piano and improvisation outside of the jazz realm. I might end up doing a masters in Collaborative piano as a Dance specialist... it depends on whether they would let me create my own degree or not... I still have to look around, but its a possibility. So much to do, so many questions, so many people to ask.