Fucked up my hands again just before the percussion concert. Itched so bad. But I think I've got this thing figured out once and for all. I've had this Goddamn rash since December, and it's been bad enough to get very bloody quite regularly for the past three weeks ago ( Read more... )

My hands look better ( Read more... )

It makes me so happy when I've impressed or otherwise improved the mood of my percussion teacher. A pat on the back makes me grin. I look up to him a lot. He reminds me a lot of Bartlett, tho a little colder and a lot harder on people. One of the freshmen flutes hates him. I'm sure a lot of people do. He has this attitude that if you aren't ( Read more... )

New strategy for fixing my hands is looking only slightly better...but feels pretty good. It's like I have normal skin again. For now anyway. We'll see about the morning ( Read more... )

My family is so...AWKWARD. All of it. No matter where I turn there is something so unfamiliar when it comes to family ( Read more... )

Can't get this dance idea out of my head. I gotta meet some dancers, maybe talk to my PMI teacher ( Read more... )

I HATE music300. I get so BORED in recitals. I mean, I went to see the best today. Amanda's amazing. Fantastic. Played super difficult pieces for an hour. Flawless. Spectacular ( Read more... )

"Hey."
"Hey."
"You've been MIA."
"...."
"I know why you've been MIA. I don't hate you. Come here."

I guess that's a cool way to close out an otherwise unhappy day.

MY MP3 RECORDS STUFF AND IT IS AWESOME ( Read more... )

So, in church today the pastor asked at the end if we were willing to suffer for Christ as he suffered for us ( Read more... )