somewhere out there

I got an ethernet cable and am online at my homestay!  Wahoo!  Too bad I didn't do this yesterday when I was bored and not exhausted when I got home.  Well granted I wasn't exhausted when I came home and started watching "High School Musical" for the first time ever.  And, I must admit, I really really enjoyed it!  It was pretty adorable.  It is one of my homestay kid's favorite movie and he was SO excited to watch it with Shirnest and me tonight.  His older brother was not too thrilled by the idea of watching said movie yet AGAIN but he humored us and hung out anyway.

By the way, the older brother is in eighth grade and has a fan club.  No seriously, there is a group of girls in his class who have formed a "We Love B.K." club.  Their teacher apparently had to have a talk with them about it since it was making him a little uncomfortable.

Anyhow, I have a lot too say, but am much too tired to recall any of it.  I have a little seahorse buddy who likes to feed me some unidentified but quite enjoyable nuts during breaks.  She is also very concerned that she is not singing loud enough and doesn't know all of the words to her song (she is really doing just fine- and always remember to gallop and neigh, so I can't complain).  These are a clingy bunch of kids.  I don't get a second of relief during break.  I think they would actually follow me out to the truck to either tell me about something that I am sure is very important to them or to tattle on one of the seasiders.

I keep having dreams that I am back in college.  Homecoming is fast approaching and a lot of people who I know and love, and who I sincerely hope feel the same about me, will all be gathered in one place.  I will in Canada, perhaps performing eight extra workshops (they did last year) and performing in the show.  And then there's the fact that I will be working on Thanksgiving, which is a really really big holiday for my family.  Both of these events are honestly more important to me than Christmas and I will get to experience neither of them.  I'm not really complaining, and it's not so much the holidays themselves as the impending loneliness.

I think about my distant friends all the time.  I do not tell them.  I suppose I ought to.  Then maybe I would know if they ever think about me.