Bed knobs and broom sticks

I'm finally starting to slowly catch up on my sleep. I feel better. I feel relieved. Less stressed.


Sometimes there are so many things to be done that I forget how important it is to take care of myself. I think it's hard to break bad habits. But I've heard the best way to break old bad habits is to adopt new good habits.

Pretty in Pink

I only made this post so that I didn't have to look at Les's horrific image below. If you haven't seen it... well, don't look now. It's not worth it.

You'll be scarred for life; I'm warning you.

And, no, it's not a picture of Les's rump.

Hahahahahahahaha...

I LOVE LESLIE WITH A PASSION OF AN ITALIAN STALLION!

School

I have a paper due tomorrow, two theory assignments, a Hebrew quiz, and piano stuff. I'm actually not that worried. But I'm feeling the pressure.

Life's A Dance

You learn as you go.

Sometimes you lead... sometimes you follow.

Don't worry about what you don't know.

Because life's a dance...

You learn as you go.

And some people will just never get it. ha.

She...She sleeps in silence...

Wake up when I call you...Damn it!!!!

To the Young at Heart

We're not all grown up. Right? We need to keep reaching for something. I think.

Men...

IT'S RAINING MEN, HALLELUJAH, IT'S RAINING MEN!

I have an audition. I'm not actually certain what time it's supposed to be. I have to show up at 11am and they'll figure out when they want me to go. Haha, I hope I don't have to wait all day. I've been awake since 7am. I went to bed early. And I just couldn't help it. I woke up. So...I ran through my pieces like 3 times each. And they are solid. My reeds are good. I personally don't think it matters what reed I play. No matter what I'll sound like me. I'm very happy. But I know that I'll feel even better when it's over.

Right now I'm picturing Italy. Bike rides with bottles of wine in the basket and a loaf of bread and fruit. And in my back pack I would have a book, a magazine, an ipod (once I buy one), a baggie of grapes and apple, an Italian dictionary, a pen and a notebook, a camera, and some music. And I won't forget my bathing suit and sunscreen. And I can imagine rehearsals. I can imagine the heated performances on sweet Italian nights, whatever those are like. I can imagine swimming and thinking "This is just like America." I can see myself making my first call to my parents from Italy. And I just know what they'll say.

I can picture this summer. And I just know it's going to be great!

She Comes Again.

I do believe that I make things more complicated than they really are.

She came...but then She went...

I loveth you too, in all the ways I can. And I think you should be you and not a me. You are a part of me. But you are not all of me. And I am a part of you. But likewise, I am not all of you. So you should stay a you while I will be a me.

El Sensitivo

I was watching this guy play guitar at the Kennedy Center. My mom calls him Geetarzan because he's so amazing. And before he started playing a song he said, "Whenever I pick up this guitar I become Mr. El Sensitivo." And that's how I feel about clarinet. Whenever I pick it up I transform. Or I try. I try to morf into other things. It's a complete ongoing process. It envelopes my imagination, all my energy, all my intellect, all of my heart. Oh music...

V-Day

Hurray for Valentine's Day!!! (I love any excuse to celebrate!!!)

+ vs. -

If I hate negative energy, is that hatred a negative energy in and of itself?

$$$$

Stamps are now $0.39. Which I personally find a bit pricey. And Postcards are only $0.27. Now...I put a $0.37 stamp on my postcard. And this crazy lady, who works the front desk in the builing I live in, insists on returning the postcard and demanding an extra $0.02 on my postcard. Now last I check, tampering with someone's mail is a federal offense. Secondly, demanding money is the government's job.

Gwenn...I can't believe you forgot.

Anyway, So I miss my Gwenni-the-Poop.