Blackbird singin' in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly
Hmm...I've posted more entries to my livejournal in the past week than I have in the past six months.
Play practise today was actually good. I've finally got my character down. I was able to sit on Drew without making it obvious I know he's there. I need more volume, but that is much easier than, say, changing my character completely, which is what they did to me last week. But it's all good. And-this is the best part-practise tomorrow is cancelled! And possibly on Thursday, too, depending on how well Belle Notte practise goes tomorrow. Brande told us he's decided he's not going to try to compete with Mrs. Clark, which led to a (purely scientific) discussion on who would win a fight between Mr. Brande and Mrs. Clark. We (that is, the students) decided that Mrs. Clark definitely has Brande beat with those vicious claws of hers.
Dickson is ignorant as usual. Yesterday, he told us all about Mendeleev (pronounced Mendeleve) and Renoir (Renwir) and called impressionism distorted. Today, he told us America has never gone to war with Canada. I swear, if idiocy is contagious, I've got to get out of there!
Spiritual Emphasis Week starts tomorrow. We wouldn't really care except that we get to miss a class every day, and it means that we don't have to set up the tables after play practise.
I have discovered the pure genius of the Monkees. Meg+Monkees=OTP
I've also recently purchased a crapload of Paul McCartney recently. I have to say, I prefer Beatles together, but he's got some good solo stuff.
I got a 93 on the stupid skit we had to do for English, which is pretty good, considering we forgot a vital prop and Hannah forgot half her lines. We had to call intermission while we quickly created our prop. The class got all of the punchlines, including some of the ones we thought were incredibly stupid. I had the coolest beard, though. I borrowed Emma's face paint, and Rebekah bearded me during lunch. It was-unfortunately-very convincing.
I'm working on learning this insanely difficult piece on the Flute-Gaubriel Faure's Fantasie for flute from Op. 79. It's a beautiful piece, but I'll have to find someone to play the piano for it.
Yesterday, I was eating in the food court and jotting down notes on my part when these two guys came up and started hitting on me, using the worst lines I've ever heard (in Russian, even!). It was so stupid. And then they started reading my notes. They unsurprisingly managed to pick up on the slightly ruder words I'd started writing when they started looking over my shoulder. Luckily, the mall has guards who managed to scare them off. It was actually kind of amusing. And then I got home and our landlord actually asked me if I'd lost weight! I don't really have that much extra to lose!
Here ends Meg's stream of concsiousness.