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why am i so good at hiding my feelings? it's a curse.
i haven't been to church in 3 weeks and it's starting to get to me. apparently, my dad doesn't go to church when we're traveling. that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard, if you ask me.
my ithaca audition on saturday sucked. i can't believe it, i choked. and i didn't even have to play the cadenza (the one i learned in two days..) i was fine warming up, then i got in the room and i just don't know what happened. i had a memory lapse during one of my pieces, they questioned the next, and the other was just bad. i was so upset afterwards that i threw up. we had dinner with phil that night though, so maybe the whole trip wasn't in vain. i miss him.
on the way home, we stopped for lunch and there were 4 old ladies sitting at the table next to us. they reminded me of the golden s. yes nikki, the golden s.
i asked mr. burgess today if i could play electric violin in jazz band. there are only 3 months of school left, but oh well. he said if i bring him a piece or two and he listens to it, he might consider it.
miss shultz, our student teacher for english, is starting to get on my nerves. i'm fed up with fishbowl games and useless reading, and writing papers before we even finish the stupid book.
why is it that my favorite teachers are the ones i've never had?
michael buble needs to go on tour...now.
whatever.
i haven't been to church in 3 weeks and it's starting to get to me. apparently, my dad doesn't go to church when we're traveling. that's the most ridiculous thing i've ever heard, if you ask me.
my ithaca audition on saturday sucked. i can't believe it, i choked. and i didn't even have to play the cadenza (the one i learned in two days..) i was fine warming up, then i got in the room and i just don't know what happened. i had a memory lapse during one of my pieces, they questioned the next, and the other was just bad. i was so upset afterwards that i threw up. we had dinner with phil that night though, so maybe the whole trip wasn't in vain. i miss him.
on the way home, we stopped for lunch and there were 4 old ladies sitting at the table next to us. they reminded me of the golden s. yes nikki, the golden s.
i asked mr. burgess today if i could play electric violin in jazz band. there are only 3 months of school left, but oh well. he said if i bring him a piece or two and he listens to it, he might consider it.
miss shultz, our student teacher for english, is starting to get on my nerves. i'm fed up with fishbowl games and useless reading, and writing papers before we even finish the stupid book.
why is it that my favorite teachers are the ones i've never had?
michael buble needs to go on tour...now.
whatever.