Two Months To Go... Happy May Everyone!

The hours keep getting shorter and the minutes keep getting shorter and the days just fly by... and the weeks? Hallllloooo, my question is: What weeks? There are no weeks here. it’s just a big-no wait-small blob of time and space.

Wibbly wobbly timie wimey... stuff. 

May day pole climbing adventure

 I keep on having these flashbacks to the beginning of the year like when I was obsessed with this lame car game "gelbes Auto" (in english: yellow car) ...

and how absolutely nothing has changed.. except that my addiction has spread to the ones around me... The purple bruises will never heal.

 Do you see this picture? I don't like to brag on my blog (even though I do it constantly) BUT I think I can make another exception: these guys are in the Vienna Philharmoniker Orchestra. I shouldn't have taken this picuture. I hope I don't get arrested. See the blondie? I'm going to be playing on the same stage as him. (the story is below) I also have a slight crush on him. We're actually pretty tight, I've gotta say. I mean, I saw him twice in one week. That qualifies as friendship to me (disregarding the fact that he probably didn't notice my blushing face in the audiance.)

Oh, our future is looking bright....

 Ironically the Phil happened the week after my parents left. Sorry guys, you missed out... too bad Lufthansa found an airplane for you guys.

Here are a couple of shots of my city at night. Whoever said Vienna looked like crap is a tool.

Oh, that's right, no one said that. False alarm.

 In other news, (I wont give you a full explanination of what's been going on, I don't want your, my lovely reader, head to explode)

I have been doing well... trying to smoosh in as much fun as I possibly can in the last few moments of my exchange. On Wednesday my exchange group embarks on our ~3 week long euro tour.

Woo, euro trip!

Now it's serious time. Heart to heart time. (ok, that doesn't work on the internet) But I want to explain some funky emotional rollercoaster rides I've been going on in regards to the end of the year. Coming to the realization that I will, one day, need pack my bags, take that dreaded drive to the airport, and give that last hug before turning away for the last time and dissapearing into the crowd of what we call "security" without knowing if you will actually see these wonderful people again is terribly difficult. It's also terribly difficult for me to not think of it so dramatically. In my mind I will be a sobbing lump on the floor who will need to be physically dragged away from the scene and carried onto the plane and strapped down so I can't escape...

Of course it wont be like that, I'm stronger than that. However, dismissing those thoughts and savoring every present moment is hard to do. 

Today I have another outlook. I have known from the beginning that I only have one year. I am not ready to go yet because it's not yet time, and I will only be ready in that very moment when I need to be. The other night a friend of mine, Celeste, opened my eyes to another philosophy that helped me sizzel dowwwwwnnn. It's the idea that we skript our our lives before we're born. We plan our our challanges and our triumphs and who we will meet, good and bad, who will help us fulfill our purposes as spiritual beings. It got my head out of thinking of the NOOOIDON'TWANNAGO to thinking, "no, Cleo, this is just one stop along the way, I (spirit that I don't remember) planned all this cool stuff for you before you were born, you gotta at least tryyy it!" 

So now I'm in an optimistic mood. However, this philosophy changes the definition of "spontanious." Is there such thing anymore? If everything is preplaned... and we are just going on Autopilot...I'm sure, reader-whoeveryoumaybe, we could have a looong discussion about this.

As an ending to this blog post....

I wanted to say that I joined an orchestra! The Mödlinger Synphonisches Orchester, to be exact ;) Just out of the blue someone asked me to join! They said they needed an extra cello and... bing bam boom I got music for Beethoven's Violin concerto, (just BTW, a violinist from the Vienna Phil will be playing the solo.....) Wagner's Meistersinger and Schubert's Sym. No. 7! I feel so fortunent to have been given this oppertunity. I can officially say that I've played on the same stage as someone in the Philharmoniker. WHAAAATT???!?

OMG I JUST GOOGLED HIM AND HE IS MY BLONDIE BUDDY!

shitshitshitshitshitshit going CRAAAAZZZYYYY here. I need a paperbag. oh god oh god oh god. I am not worthy, I am not wooorrrthhyy!!!


I need to practice.

(p.s. I added that bit above after i found out. I really truely did google him in the moment before I wrote in caps, "omgijustgoogledhimandheismyblondiethatiloveverymuch")(These emotions are legit) (true story)

Oh, and here is Kalksburg (my school) from behind.