Just as I was to play "Camptown Races" and "Greensleeves" for Mrs. Kwon, I gouged my middle finger on my left hand on the piano bench in school today. I went to Public Safety, was glad I wasn't dying because they took their sweet time arriving and then couldn't even find the first aid kit. I think my swift kick in the arse AKA "Isn't this against some OSHA reg?" comment, helped them in the motivation department, and suddenly they found the kit and left me to my own first aiding skills.
Went back to the classroom, did ear-training shtuff, and played for her after. I did an OK job, but I am certainly no Mozart. Why can't this be just as easy as singing, dammit?
What I am good at is scales. She had told us to study five minor scales in all three forms, so i did that. Of course, f#m is not my best suite, and I told her this. She then asked me what I studied before this midterm, so i told her the minors and their three forms. She said, "I KNEW I said that!" Apparently, I ruined some younger students' idea of slipping through the cracks. They told her they didn't know they were supposed to know all three, and then did badly on several of them anyway. I studied my ass off, and because I was honest, she only asked me to play three scales (instead of five) and their forms.
I *so* kicked ass too.
check it out...A.
uh-huh.
I also have to say that,
this man melts me with words like very few can.
Except the Mysterion.
man, my head is super-spinny over all this madness.
I have found that
It is in the not-knowing
that I become most lost.Anche,
this is just too fascinating not to cross-reference. Caffiene will be the death of me after all. Oh well...maybe I should jump straight to cocaine or something, seeing as LSD had a lesser effect.
Then again, I like my fix.
And my nose.
It's...
...
cute.~8)
one last midterm
and then I can breathe
a little.
Thankies to everyone who sent out good ju-ju...if ya can spare a li'l more right around 9AM tomorrow, I'd greatly appreciate it.
sweet dreams, world.