Get down tonight, uh huh uh huh

Exercise:I actually hopped un me mum's rowing machine for a bit.
Voice:Many Waters Cannot Quench Love
Reading:Oopsy. I spaced on that tonight.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Obama. That is all.

So, I've got a gig! And I've now got the entire trip planned. ANd I'm nervous. Not because Mr. Gould scares me, but ya know, first gig. Nervous.

So I'm leaving school probably a bit into 6th period. Heading over to the mall. Catching either the 811 or the 818. 811 if all goes well. Getting off at Somerset and and George. Catching the 2:45, or if I miss that, the 3:12, which is express and will get me there at almost the same time. Then I take a nice little stroll down to 915 Broadway, Suite 1204, New York, NY, 10010. Phew. *spaz*

So yeah. :D:D:D Excited. Nervous. Thankful to Matt for the loan of a shirt for wardrobe.

OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG

I will need a few minutes in class tomorrow to panic effectively, please and thank you.

I'm not actually on fire.

Exercise:Jogging
Voice:Practicing som e Philo
Reading:Okay, my lines seem to be goingin one ear and out the other. Wtf?
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, Casey and I did a buttload of masonite laying. And we found two full black pinat cans.

So, I'm realizing exactly where internet jokes come from. I honestly didn't think these people were real.

It truly blows my mind.

People who don't know what a metaphor means, and even once they've been taught, can't parse what the fuck's being said???? These are the bits of text I giggle at late at night! I seriously thought they were imaginary.

The candle was an island of light in the ocean of darkness.

Somehow they managed to find all the things that weren't being compared. Let's assign candle C, island I, light L, ocean, O, and darkness D.

They got:
C-->L
C-->O
C-->D
I-->L
I-->O
I-->D
L-->O
L-->D
O-->D

COME ON! IT'S A FUCKING CLICHE!!!! THE CANDLE IS BEING LIKENED TO AN ISLAND!!! OR, IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE PRECISE, THE LIGHT THE CANDLE IS CREATING IS BEING LIKENED TO AN ISLAND!!!! AND THE SURROUNDING DARKNESS IS BEING COMPARED TO AN OCEAN! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!! IS THAT REALLY SO HARD???? MUST WE SPEND !) MINUTES TO DECODE THIS????!??!?!?!?!

Spewing complete. I have dealt with the anger, it is gone now, and I am healthy.

Relatively. Though my BMI is saying I'm overweight. And me, being mildly gullible and pessimistic, sorta believe it, even though I know I shouldn't.

I've got me a fugue

Exercise:Mrow. Oops.
Voice:Scales. Some of which were with Javi. TO find his range.
Reading:Memorization.
Participation Yesterday:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I sorta managed the masonite laying, and for once, I GOT TO BE OCD!! Which of course I rawked.
Participation Today:100
Description(if abouve 89):Participated in Rachel's workshop. And didn't do half bad! :)

So I'm starting to get the sense of how to go about the composing of this music. Caseh, if you read this, feel free to send me any and all drum beats you figure out. I can't make my own, and I need them to figure out how to fit in synth. Pleaseandthanks!

Journal

Exercise:10 minutes jogging. You know what, screw cardio. I have done no strength or flexibility in way too feakin' long.
Voice:Philo! I can haz a CD, too!
Reading:Midsummer work. I really need to get hardcore with that memorizing.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Basically, I just did a whole lot o' shit.

So, I sorta feel like going on a curse-filled rant, but not really. Basically, I just realized that this marvelous journal I started over the summer (separate from this blog) has been neglected for months now. And I should really get back in the habit of using it.'Twas basically a brief SOC for the day, or just a description. In fact, I'm gonna go do that right now. My me place. Where I have 0 fear of being judged.

Numb3rs

Exercise:I really did not want to go outside.
Voice:Making up a really cheesy love song.
Reading:I didn't. I've been bad this week.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Alyssa visited! Yay! The improv stuff was cool. Alyssa does well with conducting classes. She's got control.

Numb3rs is an awesome show. Honestly, too many of the crimes have dead bodies involved, to the point of extraneous blood, but I like how the directors and writers work. Especially the last moment of the episode my mom and I just watched.

Throughout the episode, Charlie Epps finds clues that his mother was a composer. 'Twas a subplot, but a cool one. Right near the end, his brother, the FBI agent, picks up one of the bits of sheet music. Cut to Charlie and the dad. Small scene, and the last moment is Don, the brother, starting to plunk out this Etude in G Minor, which then blends with an orchestrated version, leading to the credits.

It was rather heartwarming.

Meowmeowmeowmeow

Exercise:15 minutes of sprinting practice. That' 25 minutes spent running, not includin breaks. Biznatches.
Voice:Caling up n' down.
Reading:Workin' some on me Midsomer.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Well, I painted, and didn't get in anyone's way. So yeah.

Well, I have an idea for a play, but I shouldn't write it. I mean, share it. I SHould write it, just not here. Here's a poem instead.

Lustrous sheen 5 feet above
the classic concrete ground
Tight blue jeans and leather jacket
Best you'll see around

The pants help me reach higher notes
To woo absurdly thin girls
Two gangs, affairs, and bleachers
Grease is the word.

AOC

Exercise:Right.
Voice:Drone Practice
Reading:Screw that. SOrry. Overloaded. I just...no.
Participation:100
Description(if above 89):Um, AOC?

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