Oh, and I was playing around with the trombone and found "We Thank Thee O God For A Prophet". Well, not all of it, because I can't get that high, but the first couple of lines I can do. It's pretty coolness. I want to stay with trombone and keep doing it, but Mum said they're like, $800. Ridiculous. And the Snow building just has pianos, not other instruments. I wonder if they rent. I wonder if you have to be a music major to rent.
It's odd what things trigger memories. Today Thaden broke a lamp and it reminded me of something, and it's so weird, because I remember it exactly. I wish I could make a video of it in my head, because it's so crisp; it's like a scene from a movie, but as descriptive as a passage in a book.
I have an idea for painting. I hope it'll be cool. It was inspired by another thing on deviantART.
I really want to practise trombone. I really want to play piano. I kind of want to practise guitar.
Cor! I'm gonna miss trombone when I go back. I wonder if I'll ever be able to get one. I wonder if I'll ever get a piano. I wonder if I'll ever have the opportunity to try other instruments.
I really really want to go play piano. REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously.
Painting time; going to try (unsuccessfully) to get my mind off piano.
Oh, but P.S., there's this really really awesome, beautiful, weird, sad, happy, vivid-imagery song that you guys should look up on playlist.com and listen to: This Is The Dream of Evan and Chan by The Postal Service. The first time you listen to it, it just sounds odd, but the next few times you listen to it, you get the words and the music and the different moods: love, longing, a bit of sadness mixed in. I don't know why I love it so much. But it's so beautiful, and so haunting. Whenever it starts, I'm kind of scared to listen to it, but I also yearn for it, and must listen to it. Maybe because I know that it ends. I don't want it to end. It's so beautiful. You'll probably hate the song, but I think it's beautiful. But I love that song.
Okay, that was a long P.S.
But now it's time to paint
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