But now, I want to finish Twilight by the end of this week. I think I can do it.
But now again, my neck sort of hurts and I think I know why.
I'm kind of prepping up for my audition with the Lehigh Philharmonic. The director and I have been emailing each other for the past few days and I am getting anxious. I really want to get this audition over and done with, but I still want to practice. I haven't even touched a cello in more than a month. It kind of kills my soul with the lack of music I am playing. That needs to change.. ASAP. Hell, I need to even sell my cello. It's a "student-quality" cello, and as much as I don't really care about the quality, I didn't really have much of a bond with it. My previous cellos in school are like.. my babies. I have stupid, outrageous names for them such as "Sparkles" and "Don Juan." I'm seriously gonna miss Don Juan. Perhaps I could make a trip to Stroudsburg High School and steal it from its cello locker (234) in the Orchestra Locker room. Boy how I miss my many days spending time there. Hopefully the music rooms at Moravian will also have that nice, comfy, shower-like feel that the Orchestra Locker room did. The Band/Orchestra room was also my other favorite room at Strousburg High. I miss the green carpet and the odd paint job. I'm probably gonna paint my house in honor of those rooms. Hopefully BH won't mind. This is making me wanna become a music teacher at Stroudsburg, but I doubt that the Music Room or the Orchestra Locker room will be the same. It'll be too high tech and my conservative ass can't handle that.
Philly is tomorrow. BH is coming tonight and he's sleeping over. We already agreed that we will probably watch the Tonight Show and maybe some other documentaries sprinkled in between. Haha documentaries... I doubt he'll want to watch them. But if they were about World of Warcraft, then probably. Who knows. Maybe I could sway him into watching a documentary about Stalin. Oh yeah. That's me dreaming right there.
I was stalking Emily O's livejournal. I found this quote and it 75% covers me.
"Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt." -d. parker
*I don't have freckles. My dad did, despite his Hispanic heritage. (And egregious red hair.)
The whole alleged stalkers thing is scaring me. I am finding out what people are searching up in google and it comes up to my blog. To answer your questions: No, I am not Michael Jackson. No, I am not Emo.
Hopefully these "new" onlookers would understand. I bet not. Have you seen my childhood?
