Yesterday I had my piano lesson; it was more an evaluation of what I could do. She had me play a hymn that I knew (Choose the Right), and a few other things from books that she had. I wasn't used to the piano (it was digital), and I was nervous and self-conscious, but she said she was way impressed that I was able to do this much from teaching myself, and she told me I was good at fingering, and sight-reading. It made me really really warmfuzzy inside. I get to go back Tuesday @ 2, which is awesome, and she's gonna teach me pedaling, and help me to refine stuff, and work on fingering and she's gonna teach me music theory, which I'm way stoked about. I like to not only know stuff, but how it works, down to the tiniest detail. I have assignments; I'm supposed to practise two hymns, a simplified classical piece, a song called "Bumblebee Tuna Song" (the melody is left hand and it's bluesy and it's hard), and a simplified "Beauty and the Beast". I am way stoked, and way happy. Nearly all my time is going to be devoted to practising piano. I am so happy.
After piano, she suggested I check out the library downtown, because she said it was awesome, so I did, and got lost on the way there (but I found it) and got way lost on the way back (but I found home-thank goodness for c-phones). It actually wasn't lost as much as it was...sidetracked? Or something, because the first time, I kind of knew where I wasn't, and the second time, I was on a familiar street, but I didn't know how to get back home from the library, but I did know how to get back home from that street (after I called mum to double-check). It was funny.
I came home, fed Thaden and had a bit of leftover oatmeal, then did piano, then Da came home and he brought home dinner- which reminds me, I did some more inventive cooking yesterday: We have these large pasta shells that have been sitting in the cabinet FOREVER, and I was getting really annoyed with having them there, so I decided to make a filling to go with them. Normally mum fills them with spinach and cheese, and then tops them with red sauce, but we don't have spinach or cheese. We did have spaghetti sauce, and some leftover turkey (dark meat, which is the gross meat), so I used those along with leftover cilantro (leftover from the salsa I made, and you just can't waste fresh herbs; they're too delicious) and salt and pepper and lime juice and chili powder and onion and a clove of garlic, and I ground it all up in a processor, and decided that it needs cheese, so I'm letting it sit in the fridge, along with the cooked noodles, until we go to the store.
But anyways, we had dinner (sandwiches) and then I did more piano, and mum said she was going to the highschool's talent show because Aurora wanted her to, and I said I wanted to go, because the other one I went to at the other highschool was really cool, so I thought this one might be too. We went, and it wasn't that good at all. The other one was SO much cooler. It was still fun to go somewhere, though, and I got some really cool photos. I people-watched also, from a balcony-type thing in the hallway. No one looked up, except for one girl. People look odd when you're looking at them straight down. But when you look to the side, you aren't looking straight down anymore, and the people look different- and that makes no sense to you, but if you were there, I could show you what I'm saying. It was so interesting though. Insecurity and immaturity permeates highschoolers like a disease, and it's so readable on them. I felt sorry for them; I wanted to show them what it was like to be free of that, to be above all the peer-pressure and hardships of stupid highschool life, to be able to be yourself, to not have to pretend to be someone, to be more secure of who you are. It was also interesting to see that no one was alone. Why are we so insecure when we're alone? I saw down some girl's tops, too, and it was disgusting. I wonder if they know how much they're showing to the world? Gross.
After that, we went home, I did piano for a bit more, then decided I was tired, and went to bed. Then I had an awesome dream, which I just typed before I'm writing this, and it's around 1,400 words, and it was an interesting dream. I wish I could plug something into my head and record all my dreams, and then whenever I wanted to I could plug myself back in and re-have that dream, and be able to show other people. I have some cool dreams. But they don't make sense unless you're there.
I showered, and wrote the dream, and I'm writing this, and now I'm gonna go eat breakfast because I'm hungry. Good day.
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