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i love band. 4-25-'o1: 11:35pm in a nutshell: monday, disaster. tuesday, pretty good. wednesday, even better. although playing borodin's quartet no. 2 has taken a good five years off my life. we played it at the hinman concert tonight, which i'd like to label as another somewhat of a disaster. confidentially, i think it's become a bit of a cockfight for the schools in the district. no one seems to care about anyone else, we're just concerned about whooping ass. it was all pretty dumb as far as mood/morale went, at least from most of the vibes i was getting. i think that the only tasteful thing i heard was lack's thank you speech before jazz I's last tune. the music, however, was pretty good. the ridgies didn't destroy the ascension...that's a plus. anyway. i won't really get into all that. it's pretty boring. but borodin...what a crackhead. find quartet no. 2 somewhere and listen to it. crazy. monday was a disaster because i acted like i was about 11 all day, then i proceeded to make an ass out of myself at symphony. it was like i didn't even know how to play the violin, or something. "violin? what's that?" i played light cavalry overture like an elephant on a tightrope. er. "not good" would probably aptly describe it. that song, though...it gives me a headache just thinking about it. so my mornings have been spent practicing. because i think i'm the only senior dumb enough to come to school early when they don't have to. that's good...no competition. and the school is empty enough so that i can make copies in the teacher's lounge for free. this morning was funny, though. i was practicing my violin, and i was thirsty all of a sudden, so i went and got a drink. as i walked through practice c, lack, who was at the computer, was like: "cydne?" "yeah?" "so...did you ever leave last night?" "no. i live here now." which wasn't entirely a true statement. because it's not like i wasn't living there before yesterday. haha. ok. so this entry was random, pointless, and definitely not funny. oh well. it could be worse... |
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