Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I think I'll go to Boston

I like to put lather over my ears when I'm showering and mute the world. Then I foam my hair into a fauxhawk. That's how cool I am. And then, at the very end, I boil myself by turning the water up as high as possible and see how long I can stay in the water before I die of hurt. 

Piano today: from 6-10:30, straight. Not enough time. I think I'll spend whole Saturdays in the Snow building. I can't wait to go back!

I learned "Boston" by Augustana. It is wicked fun to play, and wicked easy to learn. Wicked wicker witches whine while whistling. That song reminds me of Gillette, because I remember one morning after seminary he was playing it, and I asked him what it was, and I didn't remember what he said the song was, but I remember him saying, "It's called blah blah blah. You would like it." And it's the "you would like it" part that bothered me when I didn't remember the name, only the melody. It's such a pretty song. I wish I had written it.

Piano lessons tomorrow. I didn't do everything she asked me to do; I still need to study intervals and diminished and augmented, and which letter goes with which key signature. 'Tis but memorisation. And she gave me a simplified version of "Canon" to do, with the same left hand part the whole way through. If I could memorise it, I could play it better. 

Still working on that Fantasia. I think the hardest part will be the speed. But I don't know; I'm only two pages into it and it's six pages, with a lot of "flying up and down the keyboard" parts. It gives me shivers every time I listen to it in the car.

I just ate a cucumber.

A couple days ago I made fudgies (you lesser mortals know them by the dull name of "no bakes"). Mum's recipe is the best. So is her sugar cookie recipe. But it wasn't cocoa-y enough for me so I added a couple more tablespoons and that's when I learned that I like darker chocolate, 'cuz mum thinks they're gross like that. And today I made yet another version of chocolate chip cookies, and these awesome delicious try-them-or-die thingies that are called "Golden Yam Brownies", but they're not brownies, but they're not cake, but they are probably the most delicious things I've ever tasted. Ever. Look up "Golden Yam Brownies" on allrecipes.com. Make them. Or die.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand I feel really pretty right now. I look in the mirror and don't recognise myself. I just don't look like that, and my hair is not that cool, and my eyes are pretty, but not that pretty...the girl in the mirror could be a model, but I'm too fat and short. And her lips are pretty; so are her hands and wrists and even her nose. But not mine. My lips are too small, my fingers aren't long enough, my wrists aren't thin enough, my nose is too big. That girl isn't me. I don't know who she is. But I wish I were her, because she's so pretty. I'll bet all the guys like her. I'll bet she can wear anything and not look fat. I'll bet she's confident and funny and smart and artistic and good at everything. I'll bet she's cool. I want to be her friend, but she wouldn't ever be friends with someone as boring as me. Except she would, because she's that nice, and she finds everyone interesting. But I'm too shy to talk to her. She has a pretty smile. It looks genuine all the time. She looks so interesting, and so complex; like she has so many different layers, so many different sides to her. I wonder what her story is, because she has to have one. I wish I could be her, because then I would have an awesome life, and I'd be happy and having fun all the time, and everyone would like me. She's not me; who is she?

I like my hair even more, now that it's grown out a bit. 
I didn't sleep last night, but I slept from 7:30am-10am. Sleep is a huge waste of time.

The sun was AWESOME when it was setting. It was HUGE! And ORANGE! I was driving to the church when I saw it and Smells and I (well, actually just I, but Smells was in the car also) chased the sun. I took a few pictures whilst driving. 

I think that one of the greatest things in the world is listening to music turned way up in a small car while driving really fast in the dark by yourself and singing along and improv-harmonising, and it doesn't matter whether you suck or you don't, because you're the only one that can hear.

Today I felt October. But I also caught the tiniest hint of spring. It's waiting.

I'm tired. 


42 days 'til I'm back home.
That's 6 weeks exactly.

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