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.