Tuesday, January 25, 2005

she is the boxer

[joy]

i think i am finally out of my schlump. finally. it was driving me nuts. thanks to those who listened to my often pointless and pathetic ramblings. you all make me feel so special.

but enough emotional gibjabber.

i am listening to good music.
talking to good friends.
slowly but surely finishing the little hw i have

happy again.

what interesting... hmm.. my piano recital, for elaboration, was much better than previous years. and personally, would've been better had the stupid piano not shaken as much. when you whammed it hard *coughrondocough*, the whole thing shook back and forth. oh well. some scary, over-makeuped woman and her equally scary hunched husband came up afterwards and were all "oh my goodness you were fabulous! rant rant rant rant!" all the while, i am standing there keeping a smile plastered on and thinking of how i wasn't really that good, and how these people were nice but mildly insane. she continues. "this is my husband, rabbi something..." i shake his hand. more painful smiling. he speaks. in monotone. "you were wonderful! (if monotone can be exclamatory...) how long have you been playing?" i tell him. "that long? wow, it really shows". that made me a tad discouraged, as for playing that long i really should probably be better. switching teachers four times + a year of not pianoing will do that to you, i guess.

wow. that is a really long paragraph. on something completely and totally useless. but i guess it is your waste, since you just read it all. it is weird. i am writing this, and thinking how you will be reading it right now, and how i wrote it in the past but it's like i didn't because it is directed at you in the present...

alright, enough is enough. i will stop rambling.

well, i am going to finish up the minute amount of homework left, and then happily read more of my book and possibly more of that song. you should be so proud of me, jenno! oh, and go see her blog by the way. she has retemplated, and it is quite lovely, if i do say so myself.

ok. toodle pip, all. no frets (a la kins)!

she knows when and where to strike