{"id":44,"date":"2004-09-05T12:54:11","date_gmt":"2004-09-05T17:54:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/curiousrose.com\/petals\/?p=44"},"modified":"2004-09-05T15:54:34","modified_gmt":"2004-09-05T20:54:34","slug":"berklee-finally","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/curiousrose.com\/petals\/2004\/09\/05\/berklee-finally\/","title":{"rendered":"Berklee, finally!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>So guys, this is the first time I&#8217;ve been online, the first time I&#8217;ve been to college, and the first time I&#8217;VE OWNED A MAC.  It&#8217;s quite nice, I might say, though I have no clue how to use a single thing on it.  So this is the good life.<\/p>\n<p>I might start by saying, Boston is awesome.  Most of my worst fears have been nulled- my roommates are the most awesome girls ever, my room is NICE, I&#8217;m meeting lots of rockin&#8217; people&#8230; the only thing left to worry about are the winters.  I&#8217;m at a friend&#8217;s house in Lexington right now- it&#8217;s almost noon, and outside it&#8217;s already as cold as a november in Houston. I love being the Texan in Boston- everyone wants to try and make fun of me.  I spent the night in the guest room last night, and my friend wakes me up this morning banging on the door and yelling &#8220;DO YA WANT SOME GRRRRITS!&#8221;.  Honestly, I think I can say that I&#8217;ve never had grits.  Or, I have, I just don&#8217;t really remember when or what they are. And being from the south, when I introduce myself of <em>course<\/em> I must do so with an intentionally overexaggerated &#8220;I&#8217;m from tey-axas.&#8221; I&#8217;m so cute, I know.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve met other people from Houston at Berklee, but I don&#8217;t think they&#8217;ll be talking to me anytime soon- I&#8217;ve already managed to heavily embarass myself and one other person.  I met these guys from Houston briefly on the elevator&#8230; It was a fleeting moment, I didn&#8217;t really get good looks at them, etc etc.. And one of them comes up to me later and yells &#8220;heyyy Houston!&#8221;.  Of COURSE my mind works slower than my mouth does, and I gave him this puzzled look and asked him if I knew him- I was sincerely confused for that brief moment.  Well, I think he was mortified and RAN.  Of course I don&#8217;t realize who he was until after the fact, so bah humbug. Whatever chance I had of making Houston friends got blown away in the wind.  I just hope he realized I was being an idiot and that I wasn&#8217;t trying to blow him off. <\/p>\n<p>On the brighter side, I got an email last Wednesday&#8230; Apparently I&#8217;m one of may six or seven people who&#8217;ve been chosen to &#8220;represent the entering class&#8221;.  I was freaking out because they wanted me to turn in 2 tracks of music, a bio, and a photo by that Friday- which isn&#8217;t that bad except that the only recordings I have of myself are awful. Luckily, I had met someone on the next floor up who is a sound guy with his own equipment, and Jesse- my guitar player of choice- lives right down the street. *phew* The two of them saved my butt. We hauled all of Ken&#8217;s equipment to the practice rooms, and the recording session went real well- we ended up taking the first takes, and It&#8217;s a good recording of myself. Hooray.<\/p>\n<p>Tonight will be fun- it&#8217;s Blake Williams&#8217; birthday. Blake, Helene, and Max all graduated with me, and now they live in Mission Hill in Boston. After they get back from the beach, Jesse and I are meeting them for a movie.  But alas, until next time.<\/p>\n<p>And Elaine, my dear, I have something for you. \ud83d\ude09<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>So guys, this is the first time I&#8217;ve been online, the first time I&#8217;ve been to college, and the first time I&#8217;VE OWNED A MAC. It&#8217;s quite nice, I might say, though I have no clue how to use a single thing on it. So this is the good life. 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