bah i seem to just come on here and ramble...
Uhhh, lol - I'm updating but I really don't have anything to say. Seriously...I got new headphones yesterday at Fry's - sweet Sony Stereo ones, with like a 10-foot cord. Let me say, the plane ride to DC is gonna be schweet, cuz I won't be able to hear anything but the songs out of my fones. And they can go so loud, it's insane - they're like speakers when i turn up the volume. Kinda scared of doing that tho - don't wanna blow out my headfones so soon.
Yea, DC trip, leaving tuesday night/ wednesday morning, wutever. It's gonna be a red-eye flight, with a TRANSFER at like 3am, PST, how shitty is that? lol. Let me just say right now - this is gonna be no OYO Tour 2004, definitely not. Not even a little bit; not even....un poco? Fo sho! Seriously - i don't even know if i'm looking forward to DC anymore, I miss hella school, and have to make up a shitload of work. Stupid stephen, making dumb decisions, I'll have to pay for them, aiya.
Ummm, wut else. Tomorrow's CCSA finals, lol. Gonna get raped, cuz I sound kinda bad right now. The funniest part is that I thought I didn't make the final round. Like, I auditioned last saturday, and expected a call or something, but never got one. The dude said they would call if I made it or whatever, and so I never got called. I was steaming for like four days, thinking how there was no way that I didn't make it in a competition like this, because my audition went pretty well, and the field isn't exceptionally tough. But anyway, they called me Thursday, to "confirm" that I'm playing on monday at 330, blablabla. I was like - uh wtf? I never even knew that I made it. And they were like OH SHIT, and promptly corrected that mistake. So I'm in, but I hadn't practiced Sunday through Wednesday (four effing days). Had to pick up rococo in another four days, and I'm gonna perform it tomorrow. w00t, and get raped by my sexy archnemesis-izzle, BWest, who is playing rock-out Shostakovich against my puny Tchaikovsky (puny as in the way i play it, lol). It'll be fun though, i think...just can't embarrass the self.
Welps, nothing else going on. Gonna ditch the AIM tomorrow night before I go to sleep, so that I can go to DC, and after that, focus on school shit like none other until the end of the semester. Wish me luck, yo.
"Piece up, a town drowns." - Stepho signing off.
Yea, DC trip, leaving tuesday night/ wednesday morning, wutever. It's gonna be a red-eye flight, with a TRANSFER at like 3am, PST, how shitty is that? lol. Let me just say right now - this is gonna be no OYO Tour 2004, definitely not. Not even a little bit; not even....un poco? Fo sho! Seriously - i don't even know if i'm looking forward to DC anymore, I miss hella school, and have to make up a shitload of work. Stupid stephen, making dumb decisions, I'll have to pay for them, aiya.
Ummm, wut else. Tomorrow's CCSA finals, lol. Gonna get raped, cuz I sound kinda bad right now. The funniest part is that I thought I didn't make the final round. Like, I auditioned last saturday, and expected a call or something, but never got one. The dude said they would call if I made it or whatever, and so I never got called. I was steaming for like four days, thinking how there was no way that I didn't make it in a competition like this, because my audition went pretty well, and the field isn't exceptionally tough. But anyway, they called me Thursday, to "confirm" that I'm playing on monday at 330, blablabla. I was like - uh wtf? I never even knew that I made it. And they were like OH SHIT, and promptly corrected that mistake. So I'm in, but I hadn't practiced Sunday through Wednesday (four effing days). Had to pick up rococo in another four days, and I'm gonna perform it tomorrow. w00t, and get raped by my sexy archnemesis-izzle, BWest, who is playing rock-out Shostakovich against my puny Tchaikovsky (puny as in the way i play it, lol). It'll be fun though, i think...just can't embarrass the self.
Welps, nothing else going on. Gonna ditch the AIM tomorrow night before I go to sleep, so that I can go to DC, and after that, focus on school shit like none other until the end of the semester. Wish me luck, yo.
"Piece up, a town drowns." - Stepho signing off.