I want it to rain forever forever forever forever forever forever forever forever
It's so beautiful...forever forever forever forever
I want it to rain forever
Playing piano in the church; I come out, and it's pouring rain; so much so that the light from the lampposts becomes solid because it's passing through so many drops. I am so happy; I dance and my coat becomes soaked, and I get water in my shoes. But I am so happy; smiling; laughing; closing my eyes and facing the sky. Twirling around.
I get in the car and take of my coat and make "oh!" noises at how beautiful it is. I can't get over it. I drive to the end of the parking lot with the lights off and the windshield wipers off. There is no one on the road; so silent, and so loud. The lights are smeared across the street (isn't it amazing how light bends? Isn't it amazing?). The rain drums on the top of the car. I go under the speed limit so it takes longer to get home. It's so beautiful. The snow is melting (I'm tired of snow). I sense spring (I need spring). It's raining so hard. It's so beautiful. I get to the road where I am supposed to turn to go home; but I go straight. I don't want to go home. It's darker down this road, and foggy, and beautiful. More hazy lights. I drive, drive, drive, then it's too dark and too foggy and I turn around in someone's driveway. I speed back, just because I can. I turn on the road. There's a huge puddle. I go down to the end, turn left at the batman sign. Turn my lights off. There's another puddle. There's another huge puddle. I turn right, onto the last street, and speed through the puddle. It's like a water ride. Go down a bit, and the biggest puddle I've ever seen. I speed through that. So much water, forced to the sides by the car. So beautiful, and so fun. I'm laughing. I get to our house, and turn around in the driveway. Go through another huge puddle on the opposite side of the street as I drive away from the house. I've probably soaked their cars. Oops. Then I turn around and again go through the biggest puddle I've ever seen. So much water. Hydroplaning action going on (heck yeah). Then I go up the driveway and go inside. I get out and go to the edge of the garage. Close my eyes, and listen. Listen. It's so beautiful. I want it forever.
Piano lessons were sweetness. The teacher always makes me feel like I'm an awesome piano player (but I assure you, I'm not. I'm ashamed by my bragging; what I've done is NOTHING. I realised that I don't have talent; I have practise. It's only because I practised that I was able to do piano); she's always amazed at what I can do. I have nothing to compare myself with, so I assume she's just amazed because I got this far on my own ('cept it's not that far. Just past the basics).
The nocturne is a lot harder than I thought it'd be; it's only three pages, but it's even harder than that fantasia that I'm working on. And Teacher gave me like, fifty billion things of music that I can't play, but I can tell are easy (once again, I have no talent; I was able to do the things that she gave me because they were so amazingly easy). So practise practise practise is going to be my life until I get those songs. I need to get my hands stronger.
I love piano. I love it. Love love love. I can feel it sometimes now, and hear it.
I suppose I shouldn't complain; I never even thought I'd be able to play hymns. But I can. I never thought I'd be able to read music. But I can. I'm still amazed. It's me. I'm playing. I'm playing piano. And I'm fully convinced that it's not because of me or any talent that I have, but because I practised, and because I pray all the time that I'll become better. I said that I would love to be able to play hymns, and would play the piano for church whenever it was needed, if I could become good. And then I practised my butt off and prayed. And I'm convinced that that is what is making me become better. I am positive that I wouldn't be able to play without help.
I can tell that I've improved, though. It's so cool. It's SO cool. I love piano.
Music theory is more complicated than I thought. I want to take a class in it. Although with my major, I doubt I'll be able to. I also want to take art and photography and other science and a baking class (so I can learn the chemistry behind baking :D), and I won't have enough credits for everything I want to take.
Schink had this cub scout thing and we were supposed to bring a dessert so I made these amazing delicious make-you-fat-because-you-can't-stop-eating-them delicious peanut-butter thingies (I made 'em before; I've blogged about them-they were the ones that I substituted cookies for graham cracker crumbs). This time I didn't have enough graham cracker crumbs, so I used honey-nut cheerios. And there wasn't enough powdered sugar, so I blended granulated sugar into powdered sugar. And there wasn't enough peanut butter, so I used corn syrup for the rest of the peanut butter.
I also made a cake that called for a boxed cake mix, but we didn't have a boxed cake mix, so I made a boxed cake mix and used that. And then I made a frosting to go with it, but it called for chocolate chips and I had used all of those in the peanut-butter things, so I looked up what could be a sub for chocochips and it said mix some stuff so I did. It came out grainy (the frosting) so I heated it up in the microwave until the sugar melted.
And those were my cooking exploits of the day.
Piano=life
Piano=love
Piano=obsession
Piano=delicious
Piano=a skill at which I'll never be good enough
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