Recital went off really well. I messed up at one point, because the bridge to "An Army of Horsemen" is tricky, but otherwise I think I did real well. I'd like to thank everyone that showed up; it was nice seeing all of you there. To anyone who wanted to make it but couldn't, my ego feels totally sorry for your loss. Bwahah ( Read more... )

For reference: great party; still breathing.

I swear my mother has a psychic power. It allows her to know exactly when the worst possible time to call will be. Not that there is ever a good time for Silkey Sockey to call. But still, she manages the absolute worst. Her attempts to keep me on the phone and try to wring what I am "so busy" with out of me are annoying, too. It's even more ( Read more... )

It's a sad state of affairs when my car's hood remains not dented for any considerable amount of time. That said, it got pretty close, so I'm not too bummed about it. These things tend to get worked out ( Read more... )

There's something to be said for not having to live at home anymore. There are certain voices I'll be glad not to have to hear day in and day out. My dorm room isn't what I'd call comfortable, and I have yet to meet whoever the administration has decided to saddle me with. I'll tell you this much: as soon as me and the boyz get together, I'm ( Read more... )