sleep, flowers, RRR, knitting, the evil one, and some other stuff
So. I should be doing other stuff right now: ie; writing a listing log for Dr Van, studying a score for Dr Van, drying rose petals, sewing, sleeping. But I am updating. BECAUSE I CAN. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! (evil laugh whilst rubbing hands together gleefully)
I have done my senior recital.
I got an 88% Dr Van gave me a 90. Dr Kaplan gave me a 92. the evil one gave me an 84. But I passed. And i did good. HA! that means no more lessons with the evil one! Oh glorious day! The real, true musician side of me is saying "Wait! there is more to learn! More to play! Don't stop now! Musical growth is a wondorus thing!" But the mean, selfish, self-serving, shallow and caustic side of me is remonstrating "Eat me, Bitch!" Guess which side is winning. You get three chances and the first two don't count.
Funny story:(well, maybe not funny per se...)
The Evil One managed to insult my mother. This is undeniably difficult. The Evil One said "You know, considering her background, with no musical opprotunities, Cara has done very well." My mom, ever syrupy sweet (which she only does when she's really pissed) says "How do you mean?" The Evil One replies, "Well, she never had lessons or anything and she started late, and no one else in the family is musical, after all. I put in a lot of work." Mom said "So Cara had nothing to do with it?" The Evil One: "Well, um, ah,...excuse me." Go mom.
My Aunt Melinda (technically my mom's cousion, since mom's an only, but, well...) told me that she thought it would be interesting to lock the Evil One into an outhouse with lit dynamite in the hole. Just to see what would happen.
My Uncle Mark (married to Aunt Melinda {aka Aunt Mo}) said that he thought the Evil One was a supercilious, stuck up, arrogant, domineering raging Bitch.
My grandfather, who is one of those people that don't say much, but notices EVERYTHING, said "I don't like her very much."
My grandmother wouldn't speak to her.
I love my family. On a completly defensive side note, the first time any of these people had met the Evil One was at the recital. The only person in my family that knows how I felt about the Evil One, and so might formulate a biased opinion, is my mom. I love my family.
I got flowers. I love flowers. Lots of flowers.
I did miss both days of RRR. It made me sad. Sorry, Shour. But when I went to say hi after the recital, everyone clapped and it made me feel special, and warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks, everybody. (no sarcasm)
I have decided that I am going to learn how to knit. I sorta learned at work last week- Irene (my boss' daughter, who is eight) wound up with some knitting needles and a skein of yarn, mostly because her mom thought she'd like it. Not so much. So the needles and yarn wound up on the counter behind my stool for a while...and since I can't leave the front to do some interesting project...and weekdays are really really slow... and I'd left my book at home...I grabbed a knitting book (called Stitch and Bitch--it's great) and figured out the basics. I even managed a little mini ribbed scarf. Maybe a scarf for a very small cat. Anyway, if everyone I know winds up with an oddly shaped scarf in bizarre colors, I am apologizing in advance. Don't feel obligated to actually wear the stupid thing.
I am really very tierd. No. exhausted. I think that I've been writing IOUs to my body for too long, trying to get everything done- working 35 hours a week, 19 credit hours, a recital to prepare for- (I really am trying not to whine) that I kept telling my body- just one more late night and early morning- just untill after the recital-then I'll make it up to you and we'll sleep lots--- So Friday night, after the rectal, dad took me out for beer. Hell yes. the entire family wound up at High Desert and drank beer. It was wonderful. I love that place, which is good for me, since Dad loves it too. We made a relatively early night of it- I was in bed asleep before midnight. My alarm clock woke me up at 10. I spent Saturday with my brothers- both because I never spend time with them (especially my little bro) and to give my parents a little time off. We played video games at Palmers, went to the playground, went to see Brother Bear, ate at Sonic (Jayson's choice) went to Coldstone, rented a movie (once again, Jayson's choice) and eventually got home at about nine thirty. Jayson was out cold on the couch by about nine forty five. Cara was out cold in her bed by ten thirty. And once again, my alarm clock woke me up at ten. I'm still worn out. Went to work today, went to B&N as a treat to myself (I know, I'm a traitor to the tiny family bookstore I work at) to both a book or two and dinner (my boss would absolutly have a massive coronary and die or her brain would explode if I ordered the books I really want. She's 82 and a feverent Catholic. I am decidedly not.) Then I had to go to masterclass and see the Evil One once again. Dyana and I sat in the back of the room and passed notes. It was great. Now I should really either be doing actual school work (Dr Van has been exceedingly understanding about my work for him. I really need to get it done) I have yet to figure out why he married the Evil One. Maybe he's under some sort of malicious spell.....
Now I'm raving. Off to do score study. Yay for pretty colors!
I have done my senior recital.
I got an 88% Dr Van gave me a 90. Dr Kaplan gave me a 92. the evil one gave me an 84. But I passed. And i did good. HA! that means no more lessons with the evil one! Oh glorious day! The real, true musician side of me is saying "Wait! there is more to learn! More to play! Don't stop now! Musical growth is a wondorus thing!" But the mean, selfish, self-serving, shallow and caustic side of me is remonstrating "Eat me, Bitch!" Guess which side is winning. You get three chances and the first two don't count.
Funny story:(well, maybe not funny per se...)
The Evil One managed to insult my mother. This is undeniably difficult. The Evil One said "You know, considering her background, with no musical opprotunities, Cara has done very well." My mom, ever syrupy sweet (which she only does when she's really pissed) says "How do you mean?" The Evil One replies, "Well, she never had lessons or anything and she started late, and no one else in the family is musical, after all. I put in a lot of work." Mom said "So Cara had nothing to do with it?" The Evil One: "Well, um, ah,...excuse me." Go mom.
My Aunt Melinda (technically my mom's cousion, since mom's an only, but, well...) told me that she thought it would be interesting to lock the Evil One into an outhouse with lit dynamite in the hole. Just to see what would happen.
My Uncle Mark (married to Aunt Melinda {aka Aunt Mo}) said that he thought the Evil One was a supercilious, stuck up, arrogant, domineering raging Bitch.
My grandfather, who is one of those people that don't say much, but notices EVERYTHING, said "I don't like her very much."
My grandmother wouldn't speak to her.
I love my family. On a completly defensive side note, the first time any of these people had met the Evil One was at the recital. The only person in my family that knows how I felt about the Evil One, and so might formulate a biased opinion, is my mom. I love my family.
I got flowers. I love flowers. Lots of flowers.
I did miss both days of RRR. It made me sad. Sorry, Shour. But when I went to say hi after the recital, everyone clapped and it made me feel special, and warm and fuzzy inside. Thanks, everybody. (no sarcasm)
I have decided that I am going to learn how to knit. I sorta learned at work last week- Irene (my boss' daughter, who is eight) wound up with some knitting needles and a skein of yarn, mostly because her mom thought she'd like it. Not so much. So the needles and yarn wound up on the counter behind my stool for a while...and since I can't leave the front to do some interesting project...and weekdays are really really slow... and I'd left my book at home...I grabbed a knitting book (called Stitch and Bitch--it's great) and figured out the basics. I even managed a little mini ribbed scarf. Maybe a scarf for a very small cat. Anyway, if everyone I know winds up with an oddly shaped scarf in bizarre colors, I am apologizing in advance. Don't feel obligated to actually wear the stupid thing.
I am really very tierd. No. exhausted. I think that I've been writing IOUs to my body for too long, trying to get everything done- working 35 hours a week, 19 credit hours, a recital to prepare for- (I really am trying not to whine) that I kept telling my body- just one more late night and early morning- just untill after the recital-then I'll make it up to you and we'll sleep lots--- So Friday night, after the rectal, dad took me out for beer. Hell yes. the entire family wound up at High Desert and drank beer. It was wonderful. I love that place, which is good for me, since Dad loves it too. We made a relatively early night of it- I was in bed asleep before midnight. My alarm clock woke me up at 10. I spent Saturday with my brothers- both because I never spend time with them (especially my little bro) and to give my parents a little time off. We played video games at Palmers, went to the playground, went to see Brother Bear, ate at Sonic (Jayson's choice) went to Coldstone, rented a movie (once again, Jayson's choice) and eventually got home at about nine thirty. Jayson was out cold on the couch by about nine forty five. Cara was out cold in her bed by ten thirty. And once again, my alarm clock woke me up at ten. I'm still worn out. Went to work today, went to B&N as a treat to myself (I know, I'm a traitor to the tiny family bookstore I work at) to both a book or two and dinner (my boss would absolutly have a massive coronary and die or her brain would explode if I ordered the books I really want. She's 82 and a feverent Catholic. I am decidedly not.) Then I had to go to masterclass and see the Evil One once again. Dyana and I sat in the back of the room and passed notes. It was great. Now I should really either be doing actual school work (Dr Van has been exceedingly understanding about my work for him. I really need to get it done) I have yet to figure out why he married the Evil One. Maybe he's under some sort of malicious spell.....
Now I'm raving. Off to do score study. Yay for pretty colors!