No post yesterday since as soon as I got home from musical practice I fell asleep and by the time I woke up I just decided to go to bed (which wasn't hard since that was where I already was). Musical practice has become epically fun, I'm getting so psyched for this show (even if it isn't till March). I also feel really happy because my choir director seems to be going out of his way to smile at me, which was much appreciated today since my MP3 player got its play button accidentally hit today in class and I guess I listen to my music to loud because everyone could hear it and it sounded like a cell ring tone. Personally I always assumed since I don't have a cell phone I would never have to go through that kind of embarrassment, but you can never be perfectly safe, now can you? I got a new voice lesson rescheduled to Friday, so Friday I'm not going home pretty much.
Here's how it breaks down.
7:10-2:30 school
2:45-3:30 musical rehearsal
4:00-4:30 voice lessons
6:30- whenever party at a friends house.
Now I know what you're all thinking, and the answer is no, there won't be alcohol, we're more of a dancing and movie type crowd. So yeah, not that kind of party. Although our choir director had a "I wish I could unhear the last five seconds" moment in choir with a girl who does go to those kinds of parties. That moment was only surpassed by the moment in musical rehearsal where he commented "Wow, we have some really good whores in here." Note: the musical is Les Mis. Everyone laughed for a rather long time at that one.
So all that to say, there will not be a post on Friday, but the Saturday one should be really cool.
In my writing world, I have to characters who normally don't get along having civilized conversations, it's rather odd, but it works.
Jan 6, 2010
Jan 4, 2010
The Rest is Silence
So I managed to finish all that work last night, does it make a bit of difference? No, not really, because tonight I have to do a review of Hamlet act 5 scene 2, which just so happens to be, like, the longest scene in the whole play. Then I have a math study guide, a study guide on Hinduism, four chapters of a book to read, and now I have to edit the paper I finished yesterday. I hate to say that fortunately my voice lesson was cancelled (how I can't believe I just said that).
I learned why blood is red today, which was really interesting, I love physiology. We started our pieces for Choral Festival in choir, I really liked one of the potential pieces and the other one is okay. Our director wanted us to do a piece called Music When Soft Voices Die but over half of us did that song two years ago. It's a bit of a bummer since I had kind of liked that song.
Finished The Compound today. Amazing book. Watching the characters develop and seeing all the different motives they had was great mental stimulation. Musical practice is till 5 tomorrow. Gah. With homework being how it is, I'm not excited about that.
I learned why blood is red today, which was really interesting, I love physiology. We started our pieces for Choral Festival in choir, I really liked one of the potential pieces and the other one is okay. Our director wanted us to do a piece called Music When Soft Voices Die but over half of us did that song two years ago. It's a bit of a bummer since I had kind of liked that song.
Finished The Compound today. Amazing book. Watching the characters develop and seeing all the different motives they had was great mental stimulation. Musical practice is till 5 tomorrow. Gah. With homework being how it is, I'm not excited about that.
Jan 3, 2010
Clock is winding down
So no, I still haven't done my homework yet, yes it's due tomorrow, no I'm not worried. This is the horrible thing about this bad habit is, it works. Knowing that it works leaves me feeling able to keep on doing it, knowing the only consequences are that I'm going to be tired the next day.
So I went to church and tried to convince my friend, Elbera, who's a composer, if she would be my accompanist for my audition for a music scholarship. She seemed hesitant but said if I could get her a copy of the music she'd see if she could manage. I assume she's simply underestimating her skill, which she seems to do a lot, or if she really isn't that great an accompanist (I'm guessing the former).
After the sermon I was talking with two friends from my small group, Hedi and Jonesy, when our leaders from last year came up to talk to us.
When asked what was going on with us, Hedi points to me and says, "Hannah has a boyfriend."
To which I stared at her for a moment before saying, "I have a what now?"
It then took probably longer than it should have to explain that Hedi had meant Jonesy, and that I was still happily single.
For the record I'm saying Jonsey's boyfriend has awesome hair.
So I got home and was about to read Hamlet, but promptly fell asleep instead, and I've been battling the sleepiness ever since.
Side note: Last night I finished the book How to Steal a Car and it was very good. The male author wound up with the typical guy trying to sound like a girl voice, but it was still really funny. So read it, and no, it doesn't really teach you how to steal a car.
So I went to church and tried to convince my friend, Elbera, who's a composer, if she would be my accompanist for my audition for a music scholarship. She seemed hesitant but said if I could get her a copy of the music she'd see if she could manage. I assume she's simply underestimating her skill, which she seems to do a lot, or if she really isn't that great an accompanist (I'm guessing the former).
After the sermon I was talking with two friends from my small group, Hedi and Jonesy, when our leaders from last year came up to talk to us.
When asked what was going on with us, Hedi points to me and says, "Hannah has a boyfriend."
To which I stared at her for a moment before saying, "I have a what now?"
It then took probably longer than it should have to explain that Hedi had meant Jonesy, and that I was still happily single.
For the record I'm saying Jonsey's boyfriend has awesome hair.
So I got home and was about to read Hamlet, but promptly fell asleep instead, and I've been battling the sleepiness ever since.
Side note: Last night I finished the book How to Steal a Car and it was very good. The male author wound up with the typical guy trying to sound like a girl voice, but it was still really funny. So read it, and no, it doesn't really teach you how to steal a car.
Jan 2, 2010
And the procrastination continues...
So, what I had hoped to be a productive day has turned into, what seems, anything but. (I did finish once scene of hamlet and have at least put my name on the World Religions paper. Anyway, After crashing last night at 7:30 PM (I have no idea why I was so exhausted, I had slept most of yesterday as it was) I was awoken at 11:30 after a series of completely bizarre dreams. The dreams were the only reason I slept so late since I always like to see what happens next.
So my mom woke me up and I went to Great Clips for a hair cut. TIP TO ANY TEENAGER WHO WANTS A HAIRCUT SUITABLE FOR YOUR AGE: Do not let the oldest stylist cut your hair. You'll end up with a cut that tries to make whatever style you requested more appropriate for your grandma. So I let my mom go into Walgreens by herself afterward and hopped in the shower as soon as I got home to wash all the volumizing crap out of my hair. After that I straightened it and it look a lot better (a little rockstar-ish actually). Then I got home and watched the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 version of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, since I was curious how they'd make fun of it after seeing the original version this Christmas.
I now think I'm going to put off all my homework till tomorrow and instead of doing it, read to my little heart's content.
So my mom woke me up and I went to Great Clips for a hair cut. TIP TO ANY TEENAGER WHO WANTS A HAIRCUT SUITABLE FOR YOUR AGE: Do not let the oldest stylist cut your hair. You'll end up with a cut that tries to make whatever style you requested more appropriate for your grandma. So I let my mom go into Walgreens by herself afterward and hopped in the shower as soon as I got home to wash all the volumizing crap out of my hair. After that I straightened it and it look a lot better (a little rockstar-ish actually). Then I got home and watched the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 version of Santa Claus Conquers the Martians, since I was curious how they'd make fun of it after seeing the original version this Christmas.
I now think I'm going to put off all my homework till tomorrow and instead of doing it, read to my little heart's content.
Jan 1, 2010
One time these criminals with their guns, they thought it would be fun, to try and kill my Nancy Drew.
Mom woke me up around the crack of noon to tell me my cousins were coming over in ten minutes. I tried to muster up the energy to get out of bed and failed, so I went back to sleep until I heard my cousin Sara open my door (It seems we always burst into each other's rooms while the other is sleeping when we go to each other's house). She'd brought a new Nancy Drew game with her (Danger by Design if you wanted to know specifics). Before we could install it on my laptop though we were called down for brunch. Turns out Brandon's girlfriend was over too.
Over grits, scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls, biscuts, drigger sausage, and hot chocolate, we talked about Brandon's upcoming trip down to Flordia next week. It was this opportunity for him to get flight hours, and hey, it's cold up here, so he and some other kids from his class are heading down. He made the mistake of asking his girlfriend, Amber, if she was busy next week (to see if she could stow away in his luggage). She reminded him bitterly that she has school everyday next week.
Amber and Brandon have been dating for a little over a year now. She's my age and is in my choir, that's the only class we have together though, since she's a smarty-pants who takes all AP classes.
So, Sara and I played Nancy Drew until she had to go home, which was fun I suppose, except I was really distracted, who knows why.
So school starts Monday and I still have to finish reading Hamlet and write a paper on how the movie Slumdog Millionare used the caste and fate concept from Hinduism for World Religions. I wish I could procrastinate on procrastinating, well I guess we'll see if this improves in the next year or not.
Over grits, scrambled eggs, cinnamon rolls, biscuts, drigger sausage, and hot chocolate, we talked about Brandon's upcoming trip down to Flordia next week. It was this opportunity for him to get flight hours, and hey, it's cold up here, so he and some other kids from his class are heading down. He made the mistake of asking his girlfriend, Amber, if she was busy next week (to see if she could stow away in his luggage). She reminded him bitterly that she has school everyday next week.
Amber and Brandon have been dating for a little over a year now. She's my age and is in my choir, that's the only class we have together though, since she's a smarty-pants who takes all AP classes.
So, Sara and I played Nancy Drew until she had to go home, which was fun I suppose, except I was really distracted, who knows why.
So school starts Monday and I still have to finish reading Hamlet and write a paper on how the movie Slumdog Millionare used the caste and fate concept from Hinduism for World Religions. I wish I could procrastinate on procrastinating, well I guess we'll see if this improves in the next year or not.
Don't cry over spilled bubbly.
Though to be honest, I wouldn't blame you if you did. I mean, I did. Something about spilling a drink meant to signal in the new year leaves you with a marginal fear of the incident being prophetic, doesn't it? Then, when I finally did get a sip, my brother, Brandon, told a joke and it came out my nose. So to sum up what happened, I feel like my bubbly was telling me, "This year'll suck, but you'll laugh a lot."
New Years traditions, my family and I go see our city's hockey team (who lost, but there were a bunch of fights so it made up for it, I guess), we bet on how many goals we think there are going to be in the game (mine bet would have been right if the bet had been "How many goals are there going to be in the first ten minutes". Dad claims he won since he was closest (he guessed seven and there were ten) but mom said you only win if you get the number exactly right (even though we've played it as who guesses closest since forever), this is followed by going home and playing Pictonary, which, also by tradition, I lose. It doesn't matter that I play with different people some years, I always lose. Then we watch the ball drop, blah blah blah, and drink bubbly (see above).
So Happy New Decade, everybody. Brandon said it's going to be awful, since calling the year "ten" just sounds dumb. He claims calling years "nintey-six" and "oh-four" sounded cool, but these next ten are just going to be awkward. I didn't see anyone with the dumb 2010 glasses (the one is a nose piece) but Dad did.
2010, quite possibly the second or first most significant year of my life, is here.
New Years traditions, my family and I go see our city's hockey team (who lost, but there were a bunch of fights so it made up for it, I guess), we bet on how many goals we think there are going to be in the game (mine bet would have been right if the bet had been "How many goals are there going to be in the first ten minutes". Dad claims he won since he was closest (he guessed seven and there were ten) but mom said you only win if you get the number exactly right (even though we've played it as who guesses closest since forever), this is followed by going home and playing Pictonary, which, also by tradition, I lose. It doesn't matter that I play with different people some years, I always lose. Then we watch the ball drop, blah blah blah, and drink bubbly (see above).
So Happy New Decade, everybody. Brandon said it's going to be awful, since calling the year "ten" just sounds dumb. He claims calling years "nintey-six" and "oh-four" sounded cool, but these next ten are just going to be awkward. I didn't see anyone with the dumb 2010 glasses (the one is a nose piece) but Dad did.
2010, quite possibly the second or first most significant year of my life, is here.
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