Blue people and the coming of the end.

One blog per quarter works, right?
Yeah.
This, and last, quarter brought a whole new world of change unto my life. The friends I had last blogged on have since been replaced with a whole new set of people, this time complete with lasting bonds and similar interests that have caused the group to create a lasting improvement to my life, a contrast to the more common initial feeling of perfection. These people led me to swing dancing, and from there I have learned so much about myself, movement, music, and social interactions. This, as with all other social change, led to meeting a boy. I dated this boy for three months before we (or he) cam to the conclusion that it was best to put out relationship on hold until he could commit himself fully and I could manage a more stable relationship. I agreed to these terms, as my life has become a chaotic whirl of 15-20 work, swing, class, friendships, and a coming study abroad experience in Vietnam. I am busy and unable to give him full attention, while he is 'new to commitment' and needs that attention to work it through. My separate, unstable life doesn't fit into his own current plan for an unstable existence. Until stability is what we both want and can attain, I really do believe that is the best decision.

My friends, however...

I, as much as anyone, understand that friends only attempt to protect each other. They all have my best interest at heart, and that is something I appreciate. Despite that, it has been an increasing issue in my life post this decision of mine. My friends do not approve of his decision to post-pone things, claiming that he is only 'putting things off to mess around' and 'stringing me along.' These and similar statements have not left me feelings the love of concerned friends, but instead the weight of their condescension. The fact that they cannot fathom that I have, in fact, thought of these possibilities myself and come to a decision that I am comfortable with does not strike me as supportive or right, it strikes me as patronizing. The conclusion I have reached is not something to be judged or evaluated, it is something to except. It is logical to assume that I, having taken part in all pf these conversations myself, may have more knowledge and perspective on the situation then you do. Furthermore, I am the one who can decide if an individual is 'good enough' for me, so telling me my choice is not good enough, or suggesting that I would be 'so cute' with someone I have no desire to be with is only another measure of mistrust in my judgement. It is also not your place to talk about it behind my back, it is a concern to talk to me about and not a network of people. In conclusion, my relationship or lack thereof is mine and his alone, so trust my decision.

Done. Ugh.

keeping up with the theme of this blog, today I will inform you on Blue People. blue People, also from my favorite Vitali-tea tes shop in Pike Place market, is a mix of Oolong and Ginseng to give you the focus you need for the imminent finals week. This tea has an earthy, slightly bitter taste that some love and others hate, so try it with a few steavia leaves if you want to avoid a bitter flavor.
In other news, I'm taking a class on tea ceremonies next year. Perhaps then this will actually become a tea blog. Quite the concept.

Let's review: Genmaicha.

Like a bolt from the blue, it's time for the reaper review.

Now, at the end of my first quarter as a college freshmen, I must look back on the last few months. So many things have changed while others remain exactly the same. Returning to Bellevue makes me feel exactly the same as I did before college, and school makes me feel like an adult once again.
Since last blogging, I've gone through a break-up, starting college, a somewhat intense near-relationship, a quarter of classes, drama, tea-making, flirting, flirting badly,  and a friend-group creation and,subsequently, shift. It's unbelievable that summer was only a few months ago, as the possibility of it even existing seems irrational now. At the beginning of college, life seemed nearly perfect. I had made new friends that seemed to fit together wonderfully, as though I had been given exactly what I needed from life. Of course these delusions of perfection never last long, and now we return to just a normal group of people, all jumbled together to make friends, held together by very little more then convenience.

The almost relationship from all of this went horribly. We went from undeniably romantic to barely talking, from good friends to a constant feeling close to annoyance. I want to save it, but he seemed to have changed personalities entirely, in a Harvey Dent-esque exchange. Perhaps at least our former close friendship is salvageable yet.

In all of this, i have some constants. Some friends, some emotions, but most importantly, tea. The only thing in my life that will never change. Today's tea, genmaicha, is sencha or matcha with roasted brown rice. The brown rice adds an earthy flavor to the green tea. This added flavor is why is it my favorite green tea. It originates in Japan, but it is not unusual to find it at restaurants in the US. I got this particular genmaicha from Vitali-tea, but I also recommend the Mygreentea brand genmaicha.

Three in the morning makes you sentimental.

Tea of the day: Rose tea.

I would love to write a blog that somehow connected life to rose tea. Really the tea of the day is only rose tea because that's the only tea I've had today. So far. Now I want more tea...

Anyway. Welcome to my tea infused (Ha. Tea puns) blog.
Real topic of the day: my musical life.
I've been taking voice lessons for 6 years or so. I have two lessons a month, each lasting an hour or so, costing an amount of money I do not want to even think about. So now, as I eneter the world a college student and am facing my last voice lesson with my current teacher, I question if it has all been worth it. And if it was, what am I going to do with it now? I have spent the entirety if my training working for different goals. The next recital, competition, a recording. But now I have run out of silly teenage stepping stones in a musical career and I must face the question of my ultimate goal. I don't know if I believe myself to be talented enough to go professional in any way, but I always have to keep singing. However, a choir in my community or the like will not satisfy me. Need to figure out how to song write properly I guess.
The many conundrums of growing up I suppose.
Goal to resolve this situation for now: Jojn a band. Somehow. Really this will solve nothing, but it'll be fun and I can keep singing. Huzzah.


I cold totally write a blog entirely about rose tea though. It's very relaxing. Perhaps another day.

In other news, I did make more tea in the writing of this blog. Until we meet again!