| Wait... that's it? |
[Mar. 10th, 2007|11:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Nostalgia like whoa. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | nope. | ] |
So UNAR 2007 just ended, and it's basically my last Model UN conference... ever.
Depressing. A lot.
I have met some of the most amazing people of my life through MUN, and I'm quite happy to say that dammit, we're sticking together. This past conference might have been the best one of my life, and I say that because we were all just so happy to be with one another. Not that anyone's on LJ right now, but I didn't want to copy Vinayak with the FaceBook note. Hence, I'm putting this here. By far, you guys have become some of the best friends that I've ever had, and I love each and every one of you. Congratulations especially to Sahil, Kushol, Alyssa, and Dave - you guys will be an amazing secretariat. Have fun, and keep the good times comin, guys.
MUN '06-'07 has come to a close.
<3<3<3<3<3<3
~Mike |
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| Wow. What an... interesting? Odd? Fun? Bizarre? Freaking sweet? weekend so far. |
[Jan. 6th, 2007|10:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Chipper | ] |
| [ | music |
| | I've got Bartok running through my head right now... | ] |
Um. Without further ado.... quick rundown of the weekend.
5:30's not my time, but TF was awesome and drove me back to get my wallet, which I forgot at home. That would have been bad.
DS rules my life. A lot. He + Haikus = friggin awesome.
Chairs? Bah.
Pita Pit essentially has control of my life, and then I found out that there's one in Henrietta. Um, joygasm much?
Spreading rumors that Dick Cheney committed suicide, though horrible, end with hilarious results.
THB Sundae. I mean.... holy crap. Honey bun, sliced and fried, topped with ice cream, fudge, and whipped cream. I'm not sure I've ever eaten that much before in my life.
Committee sessions were eh, but again, haikus worked well, as did a DvP mock reso.
Starbucks = joy. White tea = joy.
PASTA SAUCES.
MV... enough said. I wasn't even there and it's hilarious. "Strive for Five. Scarface."
Sketching out roommates = whee.
More Pita Pit = euphoria.
"Don't you hang up on yo mama! You been at that boy's house for 3 HOURS! Yo daddy's gon' give you a whuppin when you get home, and then when he's done, I'M gon' give you a whuppin!!!!"
I'll probably think of more as I go on, but man. So high quality.
E>
Mike |
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| It's sad that it took us so long to figure this one out... |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|11:35 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Content? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Switchfoot - Concrete Girl | ] |
Courtesy of Ms. Jegath...
Everyone should go to www.goodsearch.com. Basically, it's a search engine (Yahoo-powered :-P) where every time you search, about a cent is donated to your favorite charity.
... Sweet!
Also of note recently is that I got a $91.35 gift card to FYE by selling back a bunch of old CDs that I never listen to. :-D Wheeee! I'm thinking South Park, House, or Boondocks is in order, along with a few other classical CDs I want. :-D
Shostakovich Quartets > most. Go get them.
Gorecki's 3rd symphony is one of the most beautiful pieces I think I've ever heard. The soprano on my recording is just... wow. Blew me away when I heard it. :-)
Catch-22 (This one's for Mike =P) is.... okay? I gotta say, I don't like Kalnoky's voice as much on Keasbey as I do on EGN. I tend to enjoy the nasaly stuff a bit more... it just seems forced on KN. *shrug* Sorry Mike. =P
I'm listening to one of the CDs that I was gonna sell back to FYE but that they couldn't take... and it's better than I remembered. Switchfoot = happy. :-D
Mike |
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| Blah... |
[Nov. 30th, 2006|09:35 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Tired... | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dvorak Symphony 7 is in my head right now... | ] |
I'm just really disgustingly tired. :-)
But I finished my theory project, and I think it came out decently well... the end was a rushed job, but hey. Alls well that ends well, and I think it was one of my stronger endings to a piece that I've written, so hey. :-P
Lit is stressing me out more than it should be for some reason... I have this odd desire that I need to actually make the teacher happy with what I say, and that's difficult, because she only rarely really agrees with what people say. It's strange. And I have an essay on Slaughterhouse Five tomorrow. Good book, by the way.
I applied to UMich, which was nice. I need to somehow put together repertoire for 4 auditions. Not so nice. Dartmouth emailed me back and said that they don't even offer auditions, which is amazing. I'm freaking out about UMich, though. That's gonna be a -tough- audition... ;_;
This week has been really long, and the weekend needs to come faster, but... I actually feel okay. I'm just sort of going through the motions of school right now, so it's kind of up and down, I guess...?
Bah. I'm just sort of typing random crap right now. :-D I am seriously thinking of dropping computer science, because it hates me and I'm not such a big fan of it. This whole marine biology case study thing is driving me up the wall, and it sucks because the AP has questions about it, and it's not like I don't understand it, it's that the teacher's method of teaching it is atrocious. She assigns a problem set. We take two or three periods to do said problem set. We go over problem set. That's a week right there! At this rate, it's going to be freaking April before we're done with this, and we won't have learned anything except the stupid case study, which doesn't actually make up the entirety of the test!
The other thing that bothers me a bit is that she's not really treating it like any other AP class I've had. I came into the class expecting to have to think, and try to get through stuff more or less on my own; self-directed learning or something. But I also expected the teacher to answer my questions when I had them. She either doesn't teach or she basically leads us step by step through what to do. It's just frustrating because it's like I can't win. And now apparently she wants to split our meager class of 9 into two groups; those that passed the last quiz and those that didn't, and teach two classes at once. If she wasn't a good teacher for one class, how is she going to be a good teacher for two? I don't understand...
At any rate, that's why I dread 8th period every day. :-)
And I'm putting off my Gov Current Event because I really do not want to be doing that right now. *shrug* Oh well.
E>
Mike |
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| (Happy) Thanksgiving... |
[Nov. 23rd, 2006|10:53 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Eh? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Arctic Monkeys E>E>E>E> | ] |
Oy. Another up and down day today.
Got up at about 11, played games til about 12, ate breakfast. All was well. Then I practiced viola for a bit, and I think I'm actually starting to get Hoffmeister... maybe... *shrug* :-/ Then wrote a college essay, and went downstairs to read Slaughterhouse Five.
And I gotta say, it's not half bad. It's tough to get past the first few pages, which made me wonder what in hell was going on, but once I got used to his style, it's actualy pretty interesting. :-P
Then I fell asleep.
And had the worst dream I've had in a long time. It wasn't the dream so much that was frightening as my reaction to it... I just looked through an old journal I used to keep and, as it turns out, this is the second time I've had that sort of dream, and it just brought up odd emotions that I don't feel like getting into. Gah. ;_;
Then dinner was turkey sandwiches on cranberry bagels from Panera... it was actually quite awesome. :-D After dinner I called my mom, and she's doing well, but as it turns out, the movers are coming earlier than we thought, and my grandparents have more stuff than we thought. Oh boy. I'm gonna be home tomorrow moving stuff around. Sweet.
I am excited, despite my cynicism (?), but... I dunno. It's going to be a really huge change; I've been used to just me and Mom and Dad for 9 years now... it's gonna be interesting, anyway.
Then Dad and I went to see Casino Royale, which was actually pretty good, though the end dragged a bit.
And I thought I was gonna write another essay, but feh. *shrug*
E>
Mike
P.S. Now you can accuse me of bitching, Tory. If you really feel the need. |
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| Bomb threats + evacuations + a pissed-off Mike = This livejournal entry. |
[Nov. 7th, 2006|04:42 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Frustrated. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nothing. | ] |
So I've got this theory.
When you enter school, you ultimately lose control of yourself and all of your responsibilities. Not only are you ultimately absolved of any and all responsibility to yourself or others, you essentially become a statistic, a resource, if you will, and the school's job is to optimize that resource for expulsion into the real world, which, sadly, isn't a whole heck of a lot different.
Intrigued? Let me explain.
I begin with a question. Why is it that we study? Why do we think we really need to pass tests and do all the work to go through high school and college? To get a good job? Here's a challenge for you. Find me a job where I really need to know the arc length parameter of five different vector-valued functions in 3-D space. Find me a job where the Invisible Man is relevant to everyday work. Find me a job where if I don't figure out why all those monochromatic fish are moving the way they are, heads will roll. Go ahead. I dare you.
Here's a better question. On whom does it reflect poorly if we decide against the above actions? If the entire school decides, "Hey, you know what? I really don't think that Math B is important. I'm just gonna put '10' down for all of my answers. And dammit, that's what I'm putting down for the multiple choice too!" Does it reflect poorly on us? On a case-by-case or test-by-test basis, perhaps. But from society's viewpoint? No, it's the school that looks bad. Someone is going to look at all of those incorrect answers in Penfield High School and think, "Just how many drugs were those teachers on?"
Before I continue, I want to make it quite clear that I am in no way advocating purposely failing all classes and doing nothing throughout one's existence in any educational system. I will still be staying up until some ungodly hour tonight to finish that Physics problem set, and yes, I will be reading Slaughter-House Five before the end of Thanksgiving Break. Just so you all know. Don't freak out and think "Holy crap, Mike's gone off the deep end! PSYCHIATRIST! COME QUICK!"
But this question I pose to all of you is really an interesting one, isn't it? And it raises one final question that is really interesting - Why is the school so hell-bent on doing what they do? By that, I mean, why all of the rules? Why the work? And it comes down to this:
(I even gave it its own paragraph, because I think it's -that- cool and important!)
Ultimately, they don't want to look bad.
(See? I bolded it, too!)
Is this a negative aspect on the school's part? Many would say that it is indeed. The idea that the school, sacred institution above all else *cough* values only its superficial image is one that destroys the sanctity of all that is holy!!! But then, to those of you who believe this, I ask you: Have you ever picked your clothes just so, used a specific brand of shampoo, or (For those of you with two X chromosomes) done your hair or makeup a specific way.... just to look good? Doesn't it feel good to look good? If you say no to either of these, I'm calling you a flaming liar. I don't believe you. I know I've picked out my clothes, my hairstyle, and so on and so forth because, you know what? I like that superficial aspect to myself. I like believing that I look good. Even if it's not true, (I don't know, and I won't make any claim for either side) it's immensely satisfying to believe that I look, at the very least, respectable. Is the school so different? Should we condemn them for sharing that love?
(P.S. For those of you who are interested, I totally almost just hit "Post Entry" and freaked out. Crisis averted.)
Now. How, might you ask, does this relate to our recent string of bomb threats, evacuations, and the like? Ready? I'm gonna tell you.
I recently had the not-so-joyous experience of having the term "evacuation" apply not only to the school itself, but also to the bus upon which I ride to go to my lovely home. Some morons in the back of the seat were giving the bus driver a rather awful attitude, and soon, the scent of burning rubber (not the tires - those buses don't go -that- fast) wafted into my now-scarred nostrils.
Hm. Burning rubber + quasi-rubber bus seats = The kid's probably burning something. BRILLIANT!
The bus driver, suspecting a fire of some kind, pulls over and has us evacuate. Fine. I, personally, am not traditionally a huge fan of staying on burning yellow deathtraps, but that's me. If that's what you're into, I won't stop you. We're off the bus. Some kids get the also-brilliant idea to, despite the driver's request that we stay in the group, simply leave. Not that that follows regulations, but whatever. But then a thought occurred to me. "Why -are- regulations like that in place? I'm going home anyway, right? What does it matter whether the bus driver brings me or my feet bring me?" Which brings us back to the superficiality of the school. Say I walk home from the site of evacuation, and upon doing so, forget to look both ways before crossing Whalen. Whoops. A question similar to the one on the test scores - upon whom does that reflect poorly?
A) Me, for being a complete idiot and not looking for oncoming Mack trucks?
B) The school, for letting me out of their sight.
If you guessed choice A, you are incorrect. If you guessed choice B, unsurprisingly, you are correct. And if you guessed choice C, you really need to stop reading, take a five-hour nap like I need to, and then come back.
...
Ready?
Good.
My family doesn't sue the driver of the truck that hit me - they sue the school! They were the ones who let me out of their sight! They should have been watching me! They should have made sure that I didn't go anywhere!
(Here's another one of those universal truths I'm presenting to you.)
They were responsible for my actions!!!!!
(See? I even figured out how to increase font size for that one!)
Now that I have proven to you that, right or wrong, the school ultimately is held accountable for our actions, allow me to divulge my thinking on what needs to be done regarding the bomb threats.
First, we all need to accept this idea that one of the major motivators behind the school's reasoning for all the rules and whatnot is to make themselves look good. That is by no means to say that ...
... There isn't a faculty member or administrator in the school without compassion. I know many fine, upstanding individuals in the faculty and in the administration, and do know for a fact that their image is not their sole motivator.
... The only recourse we have is to break all of the rules to defy this motivation - To do so would bring only discord (I love that word!) and, quite frankly, many of the rules -do- actually make sense. Like no beating each other up. Peace and love, people. Peace and love.
Second, we, as a student body, NEED to become united, both with the faculty, and, yes, dare I say it, the administrators. I think it is absolutely crucial to have honest, open, thoughtful, humane and mature conversations between all three parties. Indeed, I am including our superintendent in as an administrator - I have been noticing quite a bit of hostility towards this particular woman, and, justified or otherwise, it certainly doesn't contribute to the second action I'm presenting to you. The reason for this unity is not so that we can all be "Oh, I love you!" "Oh, I love you too!' That's just unrealistic. Rather, I believe that we need to strive for an honest, open environment where we can all at least begin to act like adults. Is it really so hard? Why all the secrecy? Why did my computer science teacher lie to me about the bomb threat that occurred today? Why is that? Is -that- teaching us values? Is -that- what I need to learn from my high-school education? I hope not, or this world's more screwed up than I give it credit for.
This last point may raise some hackles on some of you. Yes, this means no more asinine "Stick it to the man" attitudes, and no more breaking rules for the simple sake of breaking rules. I'm trying hard not to go into a rant about whiny teenagers (admittedly, like myself). "But I only dropped the F-Bomb three times! I wasn't insulting anyone! I was just joking around with my friends!" Do you think the school wants to be known as one where people can swear willy-nilly? Where we can all wear references on our shirts to alcohol, drugs, and sex? Where we can smoke pot next to the English department?
"But I have free speech! It's a free country! I'm an adult!!!" No you don't, no it isn't, and no you're not.. Just as the school is held accountable for your actions, they can control what those actions are. Suck it up - that's the way the world works. Same idea in the U.S. - sure, we've got a Bill of Rights, and yeah, you can bear arms (Because I love that phrase), but you sure can't go around killing people. Does that mean we have to support the government blindly? Of course not, but we still can't be going around saying "Fire" in a crowded building, or (*insert deity of your choice here* forbid) giving death threats to administrators or leaders. Just because you don't agree with an action that administrations have taken does -not-, under any circumstances, give you the right to make life hellish for them.
To those of you participating in "extracurricular activities" resulting in our evacuations, I have two words:
Grow. Up.
To the rest of you, and indeed, to those covered by the above two words:
Please read all of this, think about it, and even if you don't agree with it, which I'm guessing very few of you will, take the time to give your thoughts. They can be anonymous if you like, but I'm hoping we can at least start this idea of "glasnost", if you will, by having sort of a message board, if you will, where we can share thoughts and whatnot. Those of you who are more Internet-savvy than I, if you like the idea, which I hope you do, maybe you could start a forum where we could get thoughts out and be open and honest. It might also be a good idea to include the faculty/admin in it, if only to encourage the unity that this school so desperately needs.
For those of you who haven't taken US, glasnost means "Openness". It and perestroika, or "Restructuring", were the foundations of Gorbachev's reformation of the Soviet Union into present-day Russia as the Cold War dwindled. Let's end this cold war, please.
~Mike |
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[Oct. 20th, 2006|03:00 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Neutral | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Rachmaninov - Suite No. 1 for Two Pianos - op. 5 | ] |
I hate our school so much. AGHHHHHHHHH
Just so ya'll know. :-D
E>
Mike |
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| Huzzah! |
[Sep. 25th, 2006|10:06 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | AGH. Homework should die. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Shostakovich Symphony 5. :-) | ] |
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHOSTAKOVICH! *confetti*
>_>
I'm such a dork. :-D
On a side note. Far too much homework is being given this year. It should really stop now. Thanks guys. :-)
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Mike |
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| Um, school? |
[Sep. 15th, 2006|11:20 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Drained and frustrated | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Dvorak Symphony 7 | ] |
Wow. So remember that time when I was like "I love homework!"?
Hahahahahaha. Right.
Bah. Meanwhile, work is steadily sucking more and more. I keep dreading it for some reason, but I don't really know why - I'd like to think there's a reason behind just it sucking, but maybe not. Night before I work, every time, I just think "Agh... gotta work tomorrow." and it almost ruins my day. Bah. Maybe it's because that's really all I'm doing tomorrow. Probably. Blah.
I'm quite tired, if it wasn't obvious already - I'm just sort of in a babbling mood right now.
It's weird how some parts of this year are completely ruling, and others just seem like they're bringing it down. It's like for every good thing this year, there's another bad thing that neutralizes it or something. Example. Gov is rocking my face off. Computer Science is making me want to crawl in a hole and not come out. I guess I just don't love my classes and my extra stuff as much as I thought I would this year. I'm so ready to move on from the idiots that infest our school. It's a lack of school spirit, sure, but I feel like I've already given as much as I can. Or maybe that's just 'cause it's 11 at night and I'm freaking exhausted. But then, why do I think college will be any different? People are still gonna suck, no matter where I go. Do people get more responsible? Do they get less drunk, less high, less sex-obsessed? Because, quite frankly, that's all I've really been seeing, and I am not at all impressed. We're supposed to be going out into the world to make a positive difference. How do we do that if we take for granted the opportunities that we have now? How do we do that if we just go out every night to get drunk and have sex? For crying out loud, we're teenagers. We have so much time to cherish our innocence and our youth - why do we waste it away getting wasted? Apathy's really starting to give stupidity a run for its place as my number one pet peeve. Maybe they go hand in hand. Heck, there's certainly enough room in people for both of them.
I think it's a rectangle-square thing. All apathy is stupid, but not all stupidity is caused by apathy.
Okay. I've spent enough time on the soap box, and if I really feel the need to pull it out again, I can. For now, I'm tired, and I'm going to read for a bit and then sleep, because that seems to be the only time in which I'm consistently not frustrated with people around me.
~Mike |
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| I'm in the middle of loving life right now. |
[Sep. 4th, 2006|12:58 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Groovin' | ] |
| [ | music |
| | My Lovin' (Never Ever Gonna Get It) - arrangement by the Buffalo Chips | ] |
Seriously. I forgot how much ritualistic homework and late nights meant to me. I am actually having a blast doing Gov stuff, listening to music, and drinking water. At 1 in the morning.
Someone help me.
^_^
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Mike |
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| "With a capital T and that rhymes with G for Gee We're Screwed!" |
[Aug. 28th, 2006|12:12 am] |
I'm in love with Conan O'Brien. I thought I was going to die laughing tonight. Oh man...
In other news, I'm not looking forward to work tomorrow, I'm missing people a lot, and I feel like posting some very deep lyrics to an absolutely wonderful song.
Rubber Ducky, you're the one
You make bathtime lots of fun
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you...
(Boh doh doh, dee oh)
Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
(Oh whaddya find?)
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rub-a-dub-a-dubby....!
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
(Oh whaddya find?)
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of -
Rubber Ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you...
I sort of mixed Buffalo Chips and Sesame Street, but hey. It works. :-D
E>
Mike |
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| Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee |
[Aug. 16th, 2006|11:56 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | :-D | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Circles - Incubus | ] |
Weeeeeeeeeee birthday.
Weeeeeeeeeee P.F. Changs desserts.
Weeeeeeeeeee Brandenburg Concerti and Brahms symphonies.
Weeeeeeeeeee 2 hour lessons.
In short.
Weeeeeeeeeee.
E>
Mike |
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| West Side Story? |
[Aug. 8th, 2006|10:44 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Peppy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Nope. :-( | ] |
What's that, Mike? I should go to see West Side Story at the Penfield Amphitheater on either Thursday, Friday, or Saturday when it gets dark? You really think so? Well, alright. I'd love to, actually. I mean, there's a fantastic cast, a kicking butt orchestra, and fun times for all! Why -wouldn't- I want to go?
Yes. That's right. You better be saying that. :-)
*sings*
E>
Mike |
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| I -do- normally dislike these, but I'm also bound by their rules. >_> Or something. |
[Jun. 25th, 2006|10:23 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Content | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Noooooothin. :-( | ] |
Leave your name (Or just post - I know who you people are. :-P) and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a color that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you. |
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| Eugenia's latest entry leads me into a fun thought. |
[Jun. 21st, 2006|06:19 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Pondering | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Surprise - Bartok String Quartets | ] |
What if.
Humanity was really just one big Sims game. Some supreme being (For simplicity's sake, I'll call him Bill.) is actually directing our every action with a mouse click. And we all have giant color-changing diamondy gem thingies above our heads that turn from green to red as we go from a good mood to a bad one. And then! Every time -we- play the Sims, we're actually creating other worlds, and -we're- the supreme being. And then when they play on the computer... @_@;
I'm trying to decide if I like that idea or am really creeped out by it. *shrug*
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Mike |
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| Dis com bob ulation |
[Jun. 20th, 2006|09:03 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | Zuh? | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Bartok String Quartets | ] |
I woke up this morning having had one of the weirdest and somewhat scariest dreams I've ever had, feeling like crap with a sore throat, a tummy ache (Yes, I did just use the word tummy.), and I'm going to school in a couple hours to take a Regents exam that, for some reason, I'm actually slightly nervous about. Meh.
I think the best word to describe me is discombobulated. :-)
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Mike |
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| Good day. |
[Jun. 17th, 2006|10:55 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | Accomplished | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Walton Viola Concerto | ] |
Wow. I don't think I've ever had such a relaxed day as today. :-) Lemme recount it, because I'm bored/want to.
Got up, played some games for a bit.
Ate breakfast. Had half a bagel from Panera, a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and a banana. Yummy.
Went on computer for a bit, and practiced viola and piano.
Ate lunch, which consisted of macaroni and cheese, chips, and salsa. And grapes.
Then. Practiced more. I think I'm finally getting that stupid leap in one of the Bach pieces I'm doing on piano. :-D
Watched Office Space whilst studying for Chemistry. (Did more watching than studying... oh well.)
On computer more, because, and then... wrote more of the viola concerto, which is always nice.
Practiced more.
Went to Panera (!), got delicious food.
Went home. Played some more games.
Then. PRACTICED MORE. (That's 4 times if you're wondering today) I finally hit the 12th Kreutzer etude... well. And I hit that really grossly high G. :-D *feels special*
And then here I am. This has been the most musical day ever. That was all. Music makes me chipper. :-)
E> Mike |
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[May. 24th, 2006|09:23 pm] |
The most revolutionary act one can commit in our world is to be happy.
~ Patch Adams
(Blatantly stolen from Perks) |
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