Dec 04, 2005 18:36
It was a frustrating day today. I had a band concert this afternoon. It was relatively cool when I left the house, so I was wearing jeans, a black tshirt, sneakers and a hat. I even took a warm jacket just incase it got cold. However, the weather decided to make my mood even better, and became about 200 degrees in the sunlight by the tme the Senior Concert Band was playing. IT WAS HOT. We had been positioned right in the middle of the plain, so naturally, there were lots of flies to make our lives that much more enjoyable as well. It is going to be so flattering if anyone got photos of that performance because during the whole thing, I was pulling the most horrid faces and glaring as viciously as I could at the flies. Not to mention squinting most unattractively because the sunlight on white paper was relatively blinding.
The performance went on for an hour. A whole hour in the blazing hot sun with many a fly. What fun it was. Hurrah for that. We played lots of fun pieces, though. I got to do both my solos. And aside from that, watching the other bands beforehand was pretty good too. As soon as the performance was over, though, I dived for the shade. It was horrible. Remind me never to wear black on a day like that again. I forgot to put sunblock on my arms too, so now they're a beautiful shade of pink and are stinging quite a lot. So I went home almost straight away.
Now I am at home. I paid off my CIT bill. That gave me a fright. I kind of forgot about it and then realised it was actually due tomorrow, so I had to do something quick smart. Luckily, mum gave me her credit card, so I did it over the phone. Hurrah. Mission accomplished.
Now I am reading all my creative writing from first semester. I wrote a lot (owing to the fact that we had to write 100 words a day or else were likely to fail the course) and not all of it was crap. Hurray! So now I'm editing the not-so-crap stuff and it's making me feel slightly sad. I had a pretty huge year. I wonder what next year is going to be like. I hope that it is fun, but not quite as emotionally draining as this one was. I think if I cut men out of my life, I'll be fine. Well, boys actually, because I wouldn't really classify the species of Year 11 or Year 12 males 'men'. Their maturity hasn't reached that vital point yet. But anyway, who knows? Let's see what happens.