OLIVIA!!! POR QUE?!

Finally finished! What do you think? You were a great gold diggin', promiscuous lesbo.

Lonely.

Good for you sweetheart.

It's nearly 2 AM... why am I wide awake? I need another night owl friend I hang out with at night... I feel like a vampire sometimes. Leah's sleeping soundly next to me.

I have a strong desire to play piano right now but everyone else is normal and sleeping and it'd be awfully rude if I just banged out some piece in my living room. Having a nice digital would be convenient right now.

Wrist bandaged up again. Oh the joys. I just love chronic wrist pain. I wonder if it's from bad technique? Must tearfully question Craig and interrogate my doctor.

Busy day.

APUSH study session with Von from 8 o'clock to 10:30, then SAT class until 2:45, then Spanish telenovela project until 8 o'clock at night!

I'm a wee bit tired, sad, frustrated, happy, and well, a bit of everything, I suppose.

I did fit in thirty minutes of Clair de Lune at around 7 o'clock this morning before leaving.

The piano gods are not on my side this week.

Came home at almost ten today. Had to shower immediately and then tackle SAT class homework.

-sigh-

But we have an APUSH study session tomorrow! 8 o'clock, Von's class.

And I am ecstatic that Alan won senior class presidency!

I checked after I finished my match (which I won, 15-1, then 15-0), and yelped when I saw the confirmation: "Senior Class President: Alan Prijatel."

I called him.

"Guess what."

"What?"

"I won my game and you're senior class president."

"AGGGH!"

And he came to school with Amanda Sharpe and we hugged, and he picked me up and spun me around! =D

I was very surprised he could do that, and for quite a while, too.

And then he spun me and Emily around at the same time. Made us all dizzy. 245 pounds combined clutching his neck!

And when he left he told me that Amanda thought I was cute. I said that I felt the same way about her. She seems nice.

And this post is saturated with a most puerile tone and style of syntax! Pah! Oh well!

WAIT.

I just remembered that I fit in forty minutes of practice this morning! I tiptoed down and played Clair de Lune. Mother demanded why I was practicing and not studying, and I said, "This is a very difficult piece. Mrs. Norton said that I must practice every day."

All is not lost!

A Good Friday, indeed.

TGIF.

I couldn't practice today, even though I had the time. Oh, the irony.

Picture says it all.

Ouchies.

I practiced... the right hand though. Which is really no good because I can sight read anything one handedly no sweat. I need my left hand if I want to actually work on something.

So what does this mean?

No Bach for Craig. A half-arsed attempt at the ending of Liebestraume. Some sketchy Revolutionary Etude.

At least Craig is not mean and scary like Senor Keck! :3

"QUE PASO, VICTORIA?!?!?! NO HICES TU TAREA?!?! ADIOS DIEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

QUE PASO?!

Sweetheart, what is this blasphemous nonsense about days of not touching the piano? Please reference the very first post and the second post of this blog.

1. Me proposing that we practice every single day.

2. You agreeing.

At least TOUCH the piano, lest it wither away from loneliness.

-hums Mozart happily-

I, too, fit in an hour of practice today! This would have been splendid, had I not noticed the following offences:

1. The keys make very distracting noises as they go back and down.

2. Some keys do not ascend as quickly as the others.

3. One of my Bb keys began sticking. In addition to the 92387492839247398423 other keys, making it impossible to practice a lot of sections of pieces.

4. It's going out tune.

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It is incredibly frustrating. I know you feel my pain, fellow Schafer owner. My piano is quickly approaching it's 33rd birthday and I am not amused by its shenanigans.

I'm sorry you lost your game today. You'll get 'em next time. Just flash them your hairy diseased hand and you're guaranteed a win.

I have to put in mucho practice tomorrow after work. I'm going to come home, drop everything, and dash over to my piano. I need to:

-Polish up the Chopin

-Polish up the Mozart

-Polish up the Bach

But for now... integration by parts calls.

Cross your fingers for me sweetheart. I hear back from Stanford tomorrow and I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of being rejected.

Finally!

I finally got to practice! After days of not touching the piano, save for the brief minutes at our piano date.

One hour of hip-hop and Clair de Lune-ness.

Lost my game today.......sigh.........so I played the beginning of Une Larme several times.