a REALLY LONG 2 day week....
I think I might have died of exhaustion had this past week been any longer...which is sad.
mmmk...
ya know what's depressing...almost the day after i posted about wanting that passport or that bmw323i...they were BOTH gone from the lots...that sucks..
ok...for all who don't know exactly what happened at the concert.....I was freakin' out back stage making myself nervous, being dumb...and i decided that it was going to be ok...everything would just be fine. so i went out...and the song was going great--at the second verse, Benita was reading ahead in the music and missed the D.S. al S thingy...so she continued into the third verse when it was supposed to repeat back to the chorus......which is where it fell apart...i got back on a few measures later and we finished the song. i don't blame Benita at all...the marking in the music was far away from the piano part as it is...i don't blame me at all either, because i knew the song i was just psyching myself out. it was a screw up and it could have been a lot worse.
what pisses me off now is that almost everyone who has said anything about it thought that i forgot the words, and i really hate that. "yea it was really good except you kinda forgot the words...hahaha."-fucker(i didn't say anything back because i was mad enough to smash his face through a window and then his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that). "how do you remember the words to a song in a language you don't know?!?"- i don't know why don't you ask your mom!. the only positive comment i got was from Cora's mom, and the rest just seemed to be being polite or trying to make me feel better.
so i argued with my dad about what happened and what people would think...and my mom sort of mediated (lemme tell ya, that's what i needed-to argue with my parents after a disaster like that)...then i went and cried myself to sleep on the couch at about 830(i don't think i've cried in a long time).....woke up at 3am and went to sleep upstairs in my bed-that's my sister's that i sleep in because it's more comfy...when she's not there---i was very overwhelmed and didn't want to talk about it at all. got up this morning at 6, took a shower and felt a lot better...got dressed and ate and warmed up on the ride to school...and i wasn't really nervous at all...and got a superior-much to the apparent suprise of Mr. D (thanks a bunch)
*sigh* something has to fuck up my performance every time...whether it's me or not.
in other news:
-SAT is March 12th
....om freakin' g i keep nodding off to sleep.......g'nite-hope that was enough of an update and enough steam let off.
-ryan
mmmk...
ya know what's depressing...almost the day after i posted about wanting that passport or that bmw323i...they were BOTH gone from the lots...that sucks..
ok...for all who don't know exactly what happened at the concert.....I was freakin' out back stage making myself nervous, being dumb...and i decided that it was going to be ok...everything would just be fine. so i went out...and the song was going great--at the second verse, Benita was reading ahead in the music and missed the D.S. al S thingy...so she continued into the third verse when it was supposed to repeat back to the chorus......which is where it fell apart...i got back on a few measures later and we finished the song. i don't blame Benita at all...the marking in the music was far away from the piano part as it is...i don't blame me at all either, because i knew the song i was just psyching myself out. it was a screw up and it could have been a lot worse.
what pisses me off now is that almost everyone who has said anything about it thought that i forgot the words, and i really hate that. "yea it was really good except you kinda forgot the words...hahaha."-fucker(i didn't say anything back because i was mad enough to smash his face through a window and then his girlfriend wouldn't appreciate that). "how do you remember the words to a song in a language you don't know?!?"- i don't know why don't you ask your mom!. the only positive comment i got was from Cora's mom, and the rest just seemed to be being polite or trying to make me feel better.
so i argued with my dad about what happened and what people would think...and my mom sort of mediated (lemme tell ya, that's what i needed-to argue with my parents after a disaster like that)...then i went and cried myself to sleep on the couch at about 830(i don't think i've cried in a long time).....woke up at 3am and went to sleep upstairs in my bed-that's my sister's that i sleep in because it's more comfy...when she's not there---i was very overwhelmed and didn't want to talk about it at all. got up this morning at 6, took a shower and felt a lot better...got dressed and ate and warmed up on the ride to school...and i wasn't really nervous at all...and got a superior-much to the apparent suprise of Mr. D (thanks a bunch)
*sigh* something has to fuck up my performance every time...whether it's me or not.
in other news:
-SAT is March 12th
....om freakin' g i keep nodding off to sleep.......g'nite-hope that was enough of an update and enough steam let off.
-ryan