HAPPY 100th POST!!

Tuesday....Aurora needed a ride to seminary, so I gave her one, and I stayed and played piano 'til 9:30am.

Wednesday....Aurora needed another ride to seminary, so I gave her one, and I stayed and played piano 'til 10:10am. Later that evening, Mum dropped me 'n Smells off at church, and I stayed and played piano 'til 10:00pm, then Mum came and picked me up. I really really wanted to stay longer, but being a stupid human got in the way- you know, with the hungry and the tired.

I lose track of time when I'm playing the piano, and I think that if I didn't have to eat or sleep or use the bathroom, and if I had enough stuff to practise, and a room all to myself, where I knew I couldn't be heard, I could do it forever. Or at least for a few days. I love it. 

One time, I listened to some of the songs that came with our keyboard, and one of them was Chopin's Nocturne Op.9 No.2 (an incomplete version), and it wouldn't get out of my head, so I started learning it from the version that was on the keyboard. 

Now, I've gotten another song stuck in my head, a horrible song to get stuck in my head, because it's impossible: Fantasia #2 by Mozart...and now I have to learn it. I have to. Just like I had to learn the Nocturne (although I never learned it all the way, but now I want to again, and I want to learn the real version). So I'm starting with the first page, and the first page is the easy page. And easy for this song is like...not easy. BUT SOMEDAY I WILL PLAY THIS SONG all the way through, and it will sound good. Maybe in, like, 30 years, but STILL. Why did that one have to get stuck in my head, though? I'm not even that good at hymns! But it's so beautiful. 

I started fiddling around with the pedal on Monday (I think), and I think (hope) I'm starting to get it. And that's not good either, because now I know what I'm missing when I don't have it and I have to practise on our teensy keyboard. It's....not the same. Not. I WISH we had a piano, and I REALLY wish it now. Before, it was just like, yeah, I want a piano. That would be cool. Now, I WANT, or NEEEEEEDDD, a piano. I would give up the next however many birthdays and Christmases if it meant I could get one. Kat, I now know why you stayed at the church every morning after seminary. 

I think when I get back, I'm going to become like those people and live at the Snow. I dunno if I already wrote about that or not, or just told someone about it (it may have been you, Kat), but this one time I was there and I heard some person say to another that she always saw her there, that she lived there. People eat meals in there. They know each other. I won't be able to be in there ALL the time, because I'll have classes in different buildings, and because the practise rooms are reserved at certain times for people, but past the times that they're reserved, and on Saturdays and on Sundays, I'll be there, when I'm not busy. This way, I'll have to get my homework done during the day, and then piano will be my reward. I seriously can't wait to get back. Less than a month, and I sign up for classes. A month after I sign up for classes, I'll be back. I. WANT. TO. BE. BACK. 

Science and art and math and music. I'm a bit good at all things, but not particularly good at any one thing. I can go either way: I'm not incredibly left, nor am I incredibly right in my brain. It's kind of cool, but kind of sad, because I wish I could be really really good at one thing. But I'm not. Just average. Averagechlo. And while we're on that: I hate my nickname "Chlo-Chlo" (or the alternate spelling, "Clo-Clo") but that's what my friends who give me a nickname call me ('cept Angie. She called me "Chlo-Ball". Remember that, Kat? I miss her a lot. Did I ever tell you I gave her a Book of Mormon for you? I told her that you were going to give her one on the last day of school but you weren't there, so I was doing it for you. I wrote my testimony in it and I always wondered how she received it until she emailed me one day and said she was grateful that I gave it to her, and that it helped her, or something like that. I still have the email. I don't know if she ever actually read it, but I know she appreciated it, and who knows? Maybe she'll join the church some day. I really hope she does. She's awesome). But I was thinking about it, and I think I'd be sad if people didn't call me Chlo-Chlo. So I hate it, but I like it. 

I cleaned the fridge part of the fridge on Tuesday because I was bored. I made caramel corn (the recipe says "popcorn balls", but I never make balls out of it) on Wednesday. Oh, and on Tuesday I made oatmeal por (or para, I forget now which is used when) la familia antes de I took Aorta to seminary. 

I dunno if I posted the address to that recipe, but I'm posting it now, and you're going to make it NOW, because it's flipping delicious: butter, sugar, corn syrup, salt, popcorn. Holy.

http://www.karosyrup.com/recipe_details.asp?id=502

MAKE IT NOW OR I'LL COME OVER THERE AND DOUSE YOU IN HAIRSPRAY THEN LIGHT YOU ON FIRE!!!

It's that good.

So yeah. My life=piano now. I never thought I'd be able to play it, or read notes. I still can't believe it sometimes. I still have sooooooooooooooo much more to learn though. 

I'm tired and feeling bored. Keyboard's only good for practising, not playing, and it's not the same ever since I started using the pedal.

I like grapes. Actually, I like all fruit. And I'm going to live on fruit when I get back. And those frozen packets of corn. Those are delicious. And that's what I've decided. 

Is it April yet?