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Piano auditions [oh god.]

As you all probably know from my past week of ranting, piano auditions were today.

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[Home, all morning]

I got up at 6 A.M., and did nothing but play the same two pieces for the next six hours.

Then i changed out of my bathrobe, ate something(i dont remember), didn’t brush my hair, and drove to Saratoga.

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[Waiting room, 12:45 PM]

I met up with the girl I was accompanying[duet]. Her mom offered me twenty dollars, to which I very asian-ly declined (twice!) before snatching out of her hands.

So Hannah goes into the room, and I wait outside while she finishes her first two solos.

When I thought she had finished, I slammed the door open, charged into the room, and screamed out to the world: HELLOOOO! I’M HEREEEEEE!

Judge: She’s not done. Sit down.

Me: …Yes ma’am.

FML

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On the plus side, Hannah’s duet went without any problems.

Unfortunately, I was next. In the same room, with the same judge, to whom I had just given the world’s crappiest first impression.

First was Gershwin. It went perfectly until the end, when I forgot how to play the end notes. I played the second-to-last measure three times in different variations until  I remembered.

By then I was freaking SCARED.

So my impromptu came along, and I was so nervous that I played it about 3x faster than normal. It was 14 pages. I was in pain.

In the middle of the piece, I had a massive memory slip. I seriously couldn’t remember what was next, so…

Me: [suddenly very cocky] I’m completely tone deaf! A musical genius! I can improvise this!

[strange gothic sounding playing here]

When I finally got back on track, I was so relieved I wanted to cry.

And then when I ended:

Me: I’m-PANTGASPWHEEZE!-done…

Judge: [look of immense shock][scribbles something on the paper]

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And as if the judge couldn’t hate me any more than she already did:

[Waiting room, after testing]

Me: [In a corner, by myself] SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! SCREAM! Do it with me Hannah! SCREAM!

Hannah:[Runs over dutifully] EEE!

Me: That’s right! WORK IT.

Someone from behind me: Auditions are still in session. Keep it DOWN.

I turned around, it was my judge.

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WTF. I’m so screwed.

Ingredients for a bad mood [EDITED]

1. Piano auditions are in two days and both of my songs aren’t memorized

2. My hiccups won’t go away

3. My chem grade is in danger

4. For some reason I can’t seem to start my homework before 10 PM

5. I’m sleepy

6.  My next door neighbor[left] just started learning the drums

7. My next door neighbor[right] just started the violin

8. I read GivesMeHope and now I feel like a horrible person

9. I can’t find my Starbucks shirt

10. MY HICCUPS AREN’T GOING AWAY.

EditEditEdit:

To further prove my point, here’s my most recent conversation with my piano teacher:

[She just finished listening to one of my pieces, which is crap and totally not memorized.]

Teacher: [In chinese] So… The test is tomorrow…

Me: Yup.

Teacher: …

Me: …

[Moment of silence in which we both contemplate my utter degree of fail.]

Teacher: [In chinese] Uh. Work hard. I think you can do it.

Me: …Thanks.

Teacher: [In chinese] PWAHAHA who am i kidding?

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Oh god. I think I’m going to go play some more piano now.

LOL. Excuse the quality.

Proof of the influence of peer pressure:

 

 

:O

I just noticed…that my post dates are a whole day ahead.

And I don’t know how to fix it. >[

 

Evolution of shadow art

Place: Art class

Prompt: go around school taking pictures of things that symbolize Lynbrook.

What we did instead: THIS.

First try

Second try

It’s getting fancier! And then we came up with…

MASTERPIECE.

It even has a mouth!

And then we got even more distracted, if that’s even possible:

This says: LHS

This says: VIKES

???

 

…but don’t let this fool you, we’re very, very cool.

Proof Emily is a beast.

Example #1:

-Today at the lockers-

Me: -motions towards backpack- “Hey Emily, can you unzip that for me?”

Emily: “SURE!” -hand shoots out for my jeans-

Me: -SCREAM!-

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Example #2:

-One fine lunch period-

Me: “Omnomnom I love this cheese stick complete with a LIDLESS CUP OF SAUCE.”

Emily: “I LOVE YOU RAWR” -tackles-

-The sauce spills all over my face, shirt, pants…etc.-

Me: …

Emily: -doesn’t notice- what’s wrong?

Example # 3:

-Somewhere on campus-

Me: -to someone else- “I love you!” :]

Emily: -appears out of NO WHERE- “WTF did you say? HUH PUNK?” -slams me straight into the nearest wall-

Me: “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! I loveyouiloveyouiloveyouuuuuu”

 

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sigh.

Kukuku

So I recently started playing fiesta. [It's kinda like maplestory.] And I’ve been told that I really, really, suck at it. <3

When you get to level 20, you need to take a promotion test in order to move up. I had been hearing lots of scary things about high level monsters, instant KO…etc., so i spent 22 silver buying all kinds of scrolls and potions. [Note: 1 silver=1000 copper. Yes, that is a lot.]

And so, terrified, I go into the promotion test area. The first monster comes. I press attack. It dies. IMMEDIATELY.

…

…!

WTF! WHAT ABOUT ALL THE MONEY I SPENT?! COME BAAAACK.

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I passed the promotion in about 5 minutes. Somehow I still feel like I failed. =..=

Strides for Breast Cancer

After eight hours of volunteer work for a breast cancer walk, I think I have successfully corrupted myself.

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At about 6:30 in the morning, I dragged myself, then my dad, out of bed to go volunteer for Strides for Breast Cancer.

I met up in a park with Megha and Sun. We stood there for about twenty minutes wondering why we were the only ones there before we realizing we were waiting in the wrong spot. FML.

After getting to the volunteer checkpoint, we were handed these nifty blue t-shirts. We sat on a park bench for another hour.

We were also each handed a paper sack. Inside were: 1 apple, 1 snack bar, 1 bag of fruit gummies. We deemed the gummies and snack bar too healthy for us and sneakily threw them away. [I'm sorry, African orphans]. We stuffed our three apples into Sun’s purse.

Next, we were given jobs: Go stand at checkpoint #1 and direct runners to the right place while cheering.

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Turns out checkpoint 1 is a drafty desolate place under a bridge, next to a polluted creek

Said creek was brown and probably toxic enough to burn off skin. It also happens to be located next to the San Jose water company.

As we waited for the even to start, we sat there under that bridge and admired our view: abandoned beer bottles and unidentified bones.

After another 20 minutes of waiting, a lucky squad of volunteers walks past us wearing pink FEATHER BOAS, TIARAS, and BOWLER HATS. Sun and I stared after them in silence, and contemplated the question: WHY WERE WE NOT GIVEN FREAKING BOWLER HATS.

Then the runners came. We cheered so hard we ended up collapsing after an hour. ["Sun! Waterwaterwater gimme wateeeeer!"]

On the plus side, we got to meet a whole bunch of running teams:

- Team Boob

- Save the tatas

- Walk for knockers

- Peace, Love, Boob

…and so on and so forth.

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And so, I conclude this entry with: WTF! and BOOB BOOB POW.

Have a nice day.