It's Raining Men...
Man, actually.
Family is coming up tonight, which should suck ass. Kash won't be online for me to bitch to, and I'll be surrounded by screaming little kids who throw the pool table balls at eachother and bang on my piano. My horribly out of tune piano. And now they're coming to knock it even more out of tune because they think it's some indestructable noise maker. And then they're going to proceed to break my piece of shit violin, but that's okay because I need a new one. The pegs are cracked and it never stays in tune for more than an hour, the E string fell off, the bridge slides around more than it should, the thing on the inside is cracked, and the whole thing was crap to begin with.
A good thing, though. My dad is making my favorite meal in the entire world. He dubbed it "Chicken Shit." All it is is chicken cut up into tri-colored noodles. Then he heats up some sour cream (two of those little containers), puts some pepper in it, puts mozzerella on top of the chicken and noodles, pours on the sauce, and then puts parmesean on top of all that. It's yummylicious.
I'm really surprised that there's potential for a relationship here with someone. It's Wyoming. There aren't supposed to be gay guys here, especially cute ones with good hearts and similar interests. I'm not complaining, though. He makes me smile and cheers me up.
To continue my rambling, I'm having a lot of trouble with this stupid Nocturne I'm arranging and playing for a talent show. About two thirds of the way through the song, it starts getting boring, I don't know how to describe it. It's after the last of the theme and doesn't really go anywhere. Not only can I not figure out an appropriate way to arrange that for band, it's difficult to memorize. I need to get over it if I have any hope of winning the scholarship.
Damn it, Chopin. Make my life easier.
Family is coming up tonight, which should suck ass. Kash won't be online for me to bitch to, and I'll be surrounded by screaming little kids who throw the pool table balls at eachother and bang on my piano. My horribly out of tune piano. And now they're coming to knock it even more out of tune because they think it's some indestructable noise maker. And then they're going to proceed to break my piece of shit violin, but that's okay because I need a new one. The pegs are cracked and it never stays in tune for more than an hour, the E string fell off, the bridge slides around more than it should, the thing on the inside is cracked, and the whole thing was crap to begin with.
A good thing, though. My dad is making my favorite meal in the entire world. He dubbed it "Chicken Shit." All it is is chicken cut up into tri-colored noodles. Then he heats up some sour cream (two of those little containers), puts some pepper in it, puts mozzerella on top of the chicken and noodles, pours on the sauce, and then puts parmesean on top of all that. It's yummylicious.
I'm really surprised that there's potential for a relationship here with someone. It's Wyoming. There aren't supposed to be gay guys here, especially cute ones with good hearts and similar interests. I'm not complaining, though. He makes me smile and cheers me up.
To continue my rambling, I'm having a lot of trouble with this stupid Nocturne I'm arranging and playing for a talent show. About two thirds of the way through the song, it starts getting boring, I don't know how to describe it. It's after the last of the theme and doesn't really go anywhere. Not only can I not figure out an appropriate way to arrange that for band, it's difficult to memorize. I need to get over it if I have any hope of winning the scholarship.
Damn it, Chopin. Make my life easier.