Just a little Witchy...

Will be in process of cleaning entries soon.

Whoever thought I would be happy spending a Friday night at my little brother's football game? LW, Pellulo and Jimmy Corcoran was there, but Jimmy Corcoran is always there. So we sat around and were "old". Fabian Brown and I met, by accident, because I was trying to remember the dance for "Johnny's Mambo" and Fabian saw me and said: "Hey, don't hurt yourself!" And proceeded to tell me that he's heard that I'm a super amazing pianist, or so Roemer says. (Who, by the way, I haunted for Rice Krispie Treats. Stupid Band Dictator didn't give me any. >.<) Fabian and I talked, so that was cool. I called Annie mid game and was like: "Yo, you wanna talk to Victor?" So she did and that was amusing.

The four old people were being buttheads while the band was performing -- also known as shouting: "TAAAAAAMMMER!!!" for no real reason. Haha, Tammer bent his clarinet. *SNORK* And I did see Tara's solo and yelled really loud for her. Everyone heard us. Muchfun. After last night, Esther, Tara, Alexis, Fabian, Art, Jimmy, maybe Victor, and my brother are all coming to the game 11/13. Or so they say.

Oh, and I taught my flagwork last night too!!!! Annie, Maria, Becky, Heather, Y and Ashley showed up, and I had taught it to Nic earlier on in the day. And the six of them really got it! I felt like I taught it well, that I commanded some sort of respect for writing decent work (I hope) and there was much squealage. And I'm happy because they like it, know it, and at least these 6 and myself can do it together.

And today, my mother made the huuuuge fucking mistake of taking me to the Cherry Hill Mall. That's all I have to say. Means I spent too much money. But Rocketdog shoes are very very very comfortable. Have a nice day, and come see the 11/13 game! *plugplug*

Wow. Talk about rockin' Tuesdays. I haven't actually experienced one of those in forever and ever. Last Tuesday sucked, to say the least, but now I Have this huge motivation to work again, and I feel so amazing and refreshed, although I've really worked myself to death today. La la la, I'm really amazing today.

My lesson, as compared to last week's abysmal one, was superb. I played the Mozart Variations, and found that I could really feel it for today, even though I cram-practiced really well. Mr. Wedeen said it was "Very, very, very, very, good! I'm tickled pink by the work you've done! You usually play as if someone were after you, but I really felt like you knew and felt what you were doing and understood it." HOT SHIT, RIGHT THERE. I looked at him like he grew three heads, because I had walked in, anticipating my execution. So I was really happy with that, and it really gave me inspiration to practice. So I did.

KL also went well today -- we got out early, and I had a mad coffee rush with Jessie today. Ms. Lindorff is going to China/Hong Kong (COOL) and and and, Chun Li is going to sub for us one day, Michael Tsalka gets the other. I'm not thrilled about Tsalka, but Chun Li rocks.

After KL I hopped back downstairs, and saw Bill McNally chilling with Jean Francois. I joined them, and eventually Troy came in (giving Jean Francois bunny ears through the window) with a piece that Emilily gave him from a modern composer in Indonesia. Jean Francois read it, and we didn't like it very much, but Emilily popped in and joined the party, and we made fun of her. Bill pulled my hair because he's a huge doofus but I saw him in the reflection of the window. After Emilily left, Jean noticed that Troy had a book of Haydn sonatas with him, and I had just discussed Haydn in KL. Bill and Jean sight read some more, while Troy admired and I just...honestly got swept off in the lines! To think that I used to hate Haydn with a passion. Then again, I was like, twelve then.

Jean and I got to talk on the way home on the subway ride, about new repetoire, some of my difficulties, and he suggested some things to me. I think it was Brahms Rhapsodies that he recommended, since I wanted to play Brahms, and I'm in love love LOVE with Op. 79 No. 1, in B minor after sight reading. Does anyone have recording? I really want to/have to/must play it next semester, just to rock. I also invited to him to come see the Latin Jazz show that I wrote work for. He said he might, which is real nice of him!

Oh, which I should mention: November 13th, is a Saturday game (our second to last show, and last full show) against Syracuse. Don't come to watch the football, come and watch the band perform their Latin Jazz Show (Conquistador, El Congo Valiente, Johnny's Mambo, and Tiger of San Pedro) that I wrote the closer for!

Anyway. I came home, and PRACTICED. Like, hardcore. I was memorizing Black Key like there was no tomorrow and I walked away from the piano, with my muscles hurting but oh my god, I got a lot done and felt fabulous. Took a break for dinner, and then went back to re-practice the Mozart Variations, six and seven. Which are coming along, once I think about them more. Again, more work done. Productive = me being happy. Got to play through the Debussy for the first time in forever, and got taken away by awesome harmonies, that I finally have memorized. It's so much more artistic now, and that in itself makes me happy.

So. Talk about my life rocking now. Let next week, and the countdown to the trip, be as awesome as today is. Please.

Like study Acoustics. I really need to, but I wish I cared. I also need to teach today. I did a lot of puzzle working on yesterday -- yay old X-2 puzzle.

The game was okay, except we LOST massively! 16-70, dudes. In the words of Dr. Oliver: "This is sub abysmal!" My parents came to the game and that was cool, I guess. Uhmmmm....what else?

So I talked to the coolest person ever yesterday, whom I temporarily forgot that was cool. I'd glad I did, and it makes me happy. ^_^ And that's that.

Oh god, I swear, that going to the mall just to get something was...not this nightmareish. Ever. Until today. Talk about awful stories.

Who remembers Newt Wallen? *waves hand* I do I do!
It's okay guys, I didn't see him again.

Anyway, so I go to Vicky's at Echelon to go pick up something (yay free-shit!) and one of the salesgirls came up to me and goes: "Hey, you're at Hall of Heroes a lot, aren't you?" I said that I used to, because I was a friend of someone there. She says: "Oh...yeah, Newt." So we talk, and she seems kinda cool. Scratch that, really cool. She's incredasuperpretty and speaks ELVISH. AHHHHHHH. Super awesome, like I could find myself being friends with her.

As I leave I introduce myself and ask her name: "And you are?"
She say: "Christy."

CHRISTY?! OF ALL THE PEOPLE! OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD THAT KNEW NEWT IT HAD TO BE HER!!!! (Now would be a good question to see if y'all remember Christy...)

By the way, why this bothers me so much -- I did mention that she's superpretty right? Yeah. I was definately in a t-shirt (even though it was my Harry Potter Seeker Shirt) and jeans, scuzzy sneakers, didn't get a chance to wash my hair, so it was up in this unruly ponytail, and no makeup to cover the obvious lack of sleep and general pissiness. Enter inferiority complex. But at least I learned a valuble lesson.

When you go out, dress decently. Always.

Dude, I totally woke up this morning and decided that I didn't give a shit and wanted to look like ass. After just looking at myself in the mirror an hour ago, I realized that my hair just...kind of fell the way I've been wanting it to. WEIRD.

I must do some more shopping. -.- Annie and I and her friend Cristin (who is more of a shopping Nazi than me!) were in the mood for buying club tops and such. We found cute things at Wet Seal. In which I should check out the website and such. I now owe Annie money because I didn't have any with me.

Tomorrow:
Go to library
Get money from ATM
More rest.

Which is funny, since that's all I've been doing. I've done two loads of family laundry, cleaned my room, and some of the kitchen because I've been pissed.

Yeah, because starting off your weekend (and the rest of the week too!) with your dad screaming at you is a whole lot of fun, right there. But! I did get to call and talk with Adam (who I still feel bad for having to hear me cry and scream) and he now has 21 points for well placed things he's said. (w00t, point system!) I told him I wasn't witty enough to have a point system.

So I should take a trip up to Rochester for the weekend. It's too bad I work/flag-it most weekends. Someone should come and steal me. It should be November faster.

Oh, so I found some old diaries in the attic while looking for a necklace (and, coincidentally, breaking the stairs to the attic...>.>) and I'm so happy I've grown up over the years. Like...wow. Talk about idiotic. Boys boys and boys. That's all I ever wrote about.

Waaaaiiit a second. Nothing's changed. *laughs*

Anyway, yeah...I'm plotting on being Dita from Chobits for a costume...thoughts?

Kryzwicki's my AT3 professor by the way. He scares me so much. SO MUCH.

I had to teach today and after that, come home and write funny essays about why I want to be a music educator. ...It's so I won't be poor, by the way. The essay itself suuuucks. Sucks SO MUCH. It's so disorganized and a lot of it is just plain bullshit. That's a lot of fun right there.

o.o I wonder where Ellen's disappeared to, by the way.

It sucks being sick. It also sucks being screamed at by parents. Uhm...and lack of money. I need to get paid. Soon. I want to get extra piercings tomorrow. Wouldn't that be fun? Yup yup. Extra piercings and...right. I forgot.

I hate this retarded essay. I need sleep. I should go get some.

It really sucks. Especially when it's like a head cold or something. I'm really disgusting right now.

Funny irony-situation-thing that happened Saturday. Guard goes to practice in Arronson. I beeline for the piano, and start playing "Reflet Dan L'eau". Keith Roeckle walks in and goes: "Hey! You know 'Gardens in the Rain'?" I start playing "Gardens in the Rain". What was Saturday like again?

Okay, so maybe no one finds that funny except for me. x.x

And maybe another piano geek.

Lesson went well again, that's awesome. I need to schedule my level 2 entrance interview thing. God I'm so swamped. -.- Right. Oh! And our new show for MB is totally a Disco theme! Rawk! *laughs* We're doing "Stayin' Alive", "I Will Survive" (you should hear the CG sing that one!), "The Hustle" and "Cococabana". w00t.

By the way, "Crazy in Love" is my favorite stand dance ever.

I accomplish quite a bit practicing every day, in the mere hours (like...one..x.x) that I get to practice. I realized that. That was good.

Then I also realized that if I quadrupled my practice time -- I would be so awesome, instead of mediocre. That was bad.

I feel like every pore in my body is getting ready to get sick. Right now. My throat feels yucky already, and I think that trying to cure it with hot chocolate is a bad bad bad idea.

>.> Need soup.

None of you had a weekend like mine (except the DMB of course)...you know, drinking, getting slightly dizzy and woozy (Friday) and then proceeding to sit in the rain for about 6 hours (Today) before coming home.

It was almost fun. TU won their first football game of their season. It's also the first one I've seen them win. CRAZY. Pre-game rocked so muuuuch. Like, WE WERE A LINE. I was so deluded when the rain started coming down right before we got on the field, and started laughing crazily. The entire guard saw me on screen today....like...a good 10 yard march down the field was all on me, smiling and screaming "Hit!" while smiling.

Halftime was pretty good also -- I didn't toss the 45. That made me mad. Keith (who, by the way, is one of the coolest people ever!) and I rode the subway home and he told me that the band had a really awesome halftime too. Sometime today, it would be really awesome to take a shower, so I should go do that soon, after my daily xanga-skims. Hime, out for tonight.

Or at least just one mosquitoe buzzing around while you're stranded at least 10 miles from where you're supposed to be.

That was me tonight around 6:36, after the R6 left EARLY (WTF! SEPTA doesn't do this early crap! *rage*) and the next train didn't come till 7:30.

Well hell! I might as well proceed to count the mosquitoe bites on my arm thanks to that one humongous bug! (There are 10 solely on my left arm, thank you.) Evil bugs.

Anyway, I taught tonight, and aside from the normal boredom and the fact that somehow these children can't comprehend that bar line does not = stop, it went rather well. I only had 4 kids and I got paid for more money than that. Ray (boss-sama) asked me to teach a class for little kids like, an "Intro to Piano" thing. I said yes. Because I get paid 20 an hour instead of 17. XD

*coughs*
In general today was pretty cool though. I spent a lot of time outside tossing sabre, which caught me a few strange looks. Especially when I keep dropping it or whatever. I did manage to try and toss. I caught it all of once. -.- But still! I caught the sabre, after the crappiest double known to man!

Oh, and as far as school goes, my music history quiz went okay. I got a 12/13, with the extra credit (What?! Cannata gives QUIZZES!?) and I'm still pissed about it. Cholehna said my conducting in Lab today was really good, except for my breath marks and everything. That my technique was good.

Well damn it better be good after years of wanting to be drum major!

I'm really looking forward to hanging out tomorrow night. That'll be blast-ish. If I don't get all vindictive and psycho on whoever dares to hit on Krysta. You know. Asshole-who's-name-shall-not-be-mentioned. And I get to use up film. And look hot. I mean...

*slaps inner ego bitch and goes back to just being bitter*

I've done one of these before in the past, off Holli's LJ, but it had 15 and was different.

THIRTEEN RANDOM THINGS YOU LIKE
In No Particular Order
1. Musicals
2. Singing
3. The finishing of a really nice drawing
4. Knowing that I've done something cool for someone else by being there
5. Being better at things than everyone else
6. Sabres. *laughs*
7. Teh-Hei, and hanging with her at the Doggie Park
8. Talking to Adam
9. Long meaningful talk with Dave
10. A good practice session/lesson
11. WARM SOCKS.
12. My blankie
13. Preeeeeetty boys. XD

TWELVE GREAT MOVIES...
1. Moulin Rouge
2. Lilo and Stitch
3. Pirates of the Carribean
4. Eurotrip
5. LotR: TTT
6. Mulan
7. Interview With a Vampire
8. The Utena Movie (of course! ^.~)
9. Shrek 2
10. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
11. Ocean's 11
12. Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

ELEVEN GOOD BANDS/ARTISTS...
1. Maroon 5
2. Koda Kumi
3. Masami Okui
4. Dashboard Confessionals
5. Lea Salonga
6. Evanescence
7. Frou Frou
8. Lustra (for the sole purpose of "Scotty Doesn't Know")
9. Megumi Hayashibara
10. Sting
11. T.M. Revolution

TEN THINGS ABOUT YOU...
1. My joints are strange because I mix double and single joints on my hands.
2. I wanted to join colorguard because I liked to dance.
3. Moulin Rouge is my favorite movie ever ever.
4. I weighed 3 lb. 9 oz. when I was born, totally on time.
5. Looking up and being confident was a new concept to me, when I finally got my contacts in 8th grade.
6. I like to sing.
7. My childhood dream that I never really got through was famosity.
8. My heritage inspires me.
9. I really don't HATE kids...they just start being irritating and such.
10. Ricky Martin music is FUN. And I like it, even if the lyrics are retarded.

NINE CLOSE FRIENDS (not in any particular order)
1. Krysta
2. Kim
3. Max
4. Dave
5. Ellen
6. Tara
7. Adam (even though that's long and complicated and thoroughly AUGH)
8. Bryce
9. Emilily

EIGHT FAVORITE FOODS/DRINKS...
1. Bubble Tea
2. Lychee
3. Coconut Drink
4. Cream Soda
5. Cherries
6. Raspberries
7. Crepes: "I wish to be apprenticed to the Crepe!"
8. Chai

SEVEN THINGS YOU WEAR DAILY...
1. Hairband
2. Underwear
3. Socks. Kind of.
4. Shoeses
5. Bookbag. It's become a part of my spine.
6. Contacts
7. Pants and all the obvious ones.

SIX THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU...
1. Brian Ciach, who now counts as a thing, because he's doubley an ass.
2. Idiots in Choir
3. The Berlin Mart
4. The lack of a line in Pregame
5. Guardwork being disgustingly unorganized
6. Ignorance and more idiots in general.

FIVE SHOWS YOU WATCH...
1. Charmed
2. Fairly Oddparents
3. Stuff on VH1...mostly ridiculously stupid
4. Dawson's Creek! OMFG, Dawson's Creek. XD
5. Teen Titans!

FOUR THINGS YOU TOUCH EVERYDAY...
1. The same pink pencil
2. Presser Hall Door
3. Conputer Keyboard
4. My hair. Often. Out of total frustration.

THREE PEOPLE YOU ADMIRE:
1. Marc Andre Hamelin of course, with all my heart! He's my IDOL.
2. Mr. Wedeen
3. Igor

ONE PERSON YOU COULD SPEND THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH...
1. HEI-TZE! ...who, by the way, will be one year old on the 27th! (Mind you, I do realize I'm talking about my dog)

Hahaha, I'm totally borrowing Annie's and it makes me HAPPY. I almost killed people walking out of Choir, and the rain was disgusting, but Annie and her sabre made me happy!

Of course, I'm trying not to stress as we speak. It all has to do with this two jobs thing.

By the way...
IT'S GOING TO RAIN ALL THROUGH TOMORROW TILL NEXT WEEK. FUUUUCK. WHY! WHY WHY WHY?!
I'm going to proceed to throw a temper tantrum, and then go make brownies for the SAI Bake Sake tomorrow.

DON'T DO THIS MANY ACTIVITIES AND TWO JOBS EVER AGAIN EVER.

Oh yeah, and about that double major....

FUUUUUCK.

*rages in silence*

Honestly, I think Tuesdays are pivotal days of my week and so on. I spent all of yesterday being screamed at by my dad, after an awful colorguard practice for me. (Guard Quote of the Day: "I get really bitchy when I talk about pregame..." "Nah! I didn't notice!") So I didn't get to study, I didn't get to take my keyboard lit notes...so on.

Yet still, I managed to rock my Music History quiz (mostly), stay awake and pretend I knew what I was talking about in my Keyboard Lit. class and did well at my lesson! You know, the most important part. Which I told my dad about and made him slightly leave me alone.

By the way...BOYS ARE STUPID I RENOUNCE THEM FOR THE SEMESTER. ....remind me of that sometime recently.

By the way, I officially have a second job!

Let me tell you a story:
Today while I was at Chinese School doing that fun Flower Arranging stuff that I like doing (yes, I know it's geeky) my mom comes in and goes: "Do you wanna teach little kids Arts and Crafts here?" I reply: "Do I get paid?" She says, "Yes." Me: "That's my answer."

A friend of my mother's that works at the Chinese school asked her today to be the Arts and Crafts teacher, but my mom refused because she sucks at that kind of thing. I don't. So my mom suggested me. I have a herd of 20 little Chinese students that kind of cling to my legs, and whine at me that "I can't dooo thiiiis!" Originally there was another teacher, but said Friend-of-Mom wanted me to do it, and excused the other teacher from the job. I think the other teacher was pissed, but now I've got a second job that pays $16.50 per hour. Sweet.

Now you all have to tell me how sweet that is, on top of my teaching job. *snork*

I'm back from Maryland, and staying over Friday. Damn, I'm tired.

Friday...sucked. There was just as lot of tension on the field, it got transferred to my so-called life, and ended up freaking out and breaking down on the phone later that night. I was just chit-chatting with Adam (as per usual?) and then all of a sudden I think I let loose a little but of insecurity and then he totally IDed everything that was wrong with me, that I'm kinda aware of, and what everyone else has told me. I freaked out. Then I called Dave and REALLY started freaking out with life. In general, spent lots of time thinking, crying and feeling like shit and trying to find within myself what I'm supposed to do come Monday.

So I showed up to the Maryland trip tired, with really red eyes and looking (in general) hung over. Or so Sweetsir said. Or was it Maria? I spent an hour or so on the bus moping and in general being like shit, and then me, Y, Angie and Ashley talked lots about...uhm...really dumb stuff that ended up being funny. Ben Oliver (CUTEST KID IN THE WORLD) gave us cookies. By the time we got to Inner Harbor in Baltimore, I was like..."OMFG DUDE, IT'S BALTIMORE!" *turnsheadfivehundredtimesineachdirection* It was way exciting. Everyone on my bus (Ashley, Angie, me, Y, Shannon, Nic, Erin and Maria) chose to hang out together in Baltimore and it was way fun. Except when we ran off he bus all looking to go potty and you have 8 psychotic North Philly girls running around a mall going "I HAVE TO GO PEE." Then we got lunch. ^^ Yay clam chowder. That's all I have to say about that. While Maria hopped off to the hugest Barnes and Nobles in the US, the rest of us ... went underwear shopping. *hails Shannon*. XD There were lots of riotous pictures and fun stuff. We've decided that Baltimore almost = Philly, because there was a Lombard Street, a Market Street, and a Gallery and...other things.

The game sucked, we lost, as per usual, and there were drunk people that messed with the band, and were retards. I got my nice pants really dirty and that was exceptionally annoying. By the time we all got back on the bus, I had bruised my elbow pretty bad, among other places. The Maryland Band were nice folk, and their guard was fluffy. We didn't get home until...12:30? I think? I slept most of the way, except for the fact that it was FREEZING COLD.

And and and...I really hurt like a bitch from those 10-foot PVC poles that we had to use for the show yesterday. My bruises are all still there too. Sometime today I need to go to Petsmart with my mom. That is all.

God I feel bitchy today. It's dreary (was dreary) and I feel completely retarded. I think I left my disposable camera at practice. I'm a fucking idiot. Grr.