Oh dear.

I found my old internet blog from ninth grade. Only two posts but still enough to make me turn an odd colour. Why did I ever neglect capitalization? Speak so oddly? Try to write poetry?

Deleted!

Makes me wonder if I'll read this blog when I'm older and want to go on a deleting spree because I sound like such a moron.

Anyways - so piano lessons this morning were good. Craig found that piece Anna Larsen composed and played through it and I decided to visit her Youtube channel again - LarsenPiano. To my delight, I found a video of her singing On My Own! Delight quickly led to dismay. She's getting there though. (;

Can people be great at two different things? She's already a great pianist and I think she's ten now. But people can only devote so much time to two things at once and to be great at something requires a lot of time that might be sucked up by another hobby.

I want to learn cello and violin... and vocal lessons! Everyone can blast their favorite T.I. song in the car and sing obnoxiously along. I can blast Puccini but there is no grooving along for me.

I wish I stuck to ballet when I was little too.

I was going to practice loads tonight but then Alan and Alex swung by my house. Watching of the Bourne Ultimatum commenced and we ooh-ed and aah-ed over Matt Damon's fine features and his badassery and total domination.

I will make up for this tomorrow. I saw a documentary on Youtube about piano virtuosos and one lady reccomended that you don't practice more than eight hours a day while her students all sheepishly balked behind her and exchanged guilty glances. It makes me sad that I'll never be at that level but I have other things to do and a considerably shorter attention span. The longest I've ever clocked was four hours and I was considerably mentally and physically exhausted afterwards.

Speaking of exercise, would you like to go hiking with me sometime? I haven't gone in a long time and I miss it. Castle Rock! Let me know.

If you're going...to San Francisco.

Be sure to wear......some flowers in your hair.....

Going up to Oakland for Jinny's doctor appointment today, so we're going to San Fran beforehand.

Summer! Piano! Exercise.

Yesterday morning at 6, Claire and I (teehee, I spelled her name as Clair initially because of Debussy) ran two miles. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, yessir. Five years of promises broken, but this summer! Yes! We will be hot seniors.

Now we have time to practice.

Speaking of which, we ought to practice the page turning.

BAAAAAAAAAACK!

Yes! Summer is here! This means hours and hours of practice, random naps at my leisure, and beach!

I had a crummy night tonight though. Not in the mood to practice piano grumble grumble grumble.

I played a little bit of Chopin's Funebre Marche. It fit the mood. Hmm... maybe I will play it after my recital? We shall see!