• Mood: Content
• Listening to: Evita
• Reading: 1984-George Orwell
• Eating: Nothing
• Drinking: Tea

Mirrored at my devart account

Don't mind the fact that I switch tenses halfway through this, I'm sick and don't really feel like fixing it.

Hey hey, look who hasn't updated in ages! I haven't even been keeping up with my message box.. I had about 600 deviations to go through so I probably won't now. I haven't had a journal entry for over a month now, so I figured I might say something.

This week = best week of my life.

I'll start on Saturday.

Saturday, March 3.

Jazz festival. I play the bari sax (My first year on it, I normally play alto.. but I went to band camp and tried the bari and I liked it a lot) in the big band, and it's been giving me odd problems ever since I got it. Squeaking, not playing at all, made me wonder if I just sucked a lot. The week before our performance, it was working surprisingly well. It was great! I could hit all the high and low notes with no effort.

We get to the festival on Saturday, and 5 minutes before we go on, it cuts out on me entirely. It wouldn't play anything higher than a high A, and I needed to come in on a high C#, and hit a high E (Quite high on a bari sax... I believe E is the highest, and C# is 4 half-steps higher than an A) later on in the song. But no, it refused to play. So we walk on, and I tell my teacher that my saxophone isn't working. One of the volunteers had their bari sax there, so we tried using that with my own reed and mouthpiece, but to no avail. It was quite the drama, but the show must go on. So, we tried for the first song, it was pretty decent, considering it was all in the low range. Then came the second song that is entirely super high on the bari. It refused to work, squeaking and crying out like a tortured cat. No lies. So, in the middle of the song, I quickly switched to my original sax. Nope. Still not working. So I didn't play that song at all, I just pretended. The next song went well though. It was all mid-range, and I was glad because I got to play the soli. (A solo section involving all the saxophones).

Also, my trusty backpack broke, and there is no saving it. Oh well, my mom said she'd get me the Shakespeare bag from Married to the Sea! Yay! All is not lost!

I want some sushi..

Monday, March 5.

Oh yes, jazz band. Time to listen to the adjudicators' recordings. There are two, and a written piece. One of the adjudicators was a bit of a nut, but I really liked her. Before we started you could hear her laughing about fried chicken to the guy next to her. In the background, what do I hear? Oh yes, my half-dead cat of a bari sax, squawking away. Oh, music to my ears. It's a darn good thing that a dysfunctional instrument doesn't affect the adjudication. She said.. "Ooh, I wonder what the story with the bari sax is? Hmm..." The next guy was good too. He said that we were one of the best big bands he'd ever heard. Then he said.. "Oh wow, switching saxophones mid-song... this is so dramatic. I am impressed... I wonder what is up with the bari sax?" Good thing I have an excellent sense of humour, I might have cried. And I still don't have a bag. And the bag from MTTS doesn't ship internationally

Tuesday, March 6.

Pretty normal day, catch the bus at around 8-ish, yeah, go to school. Blah blah. Now I have to sell 3 boxes of chocolate bars... good, shouldn't be too hard. I've already sold about 10 bars.. Oh wait, what's this? Choir until 6 tonight? No worries. Oh... rehearsal for Major Production at 7.. better call my mom. Oh dear, looks like I'm not going home until after rehearsal... oh wait, no. There is a jazz concert that I have to go to at eight. Darn. (We have to go to them for marks for jazz band.) Maybe my mom will bring me food. Oh dear, she sounds upset for me telling her last minute. Oh, but my teachers are wonderful! They are going to give me some leftover pizza from the open house tonight. Hoo-rah, I'll call my mom to tell her she doesn't have to come after all! Oh... oh.. no, she's angry. Oh dear. Sorry mom.

So, rehearsal starts at 7.. that's cool. Oh... I think I heard my teacher say his name in the hallway.. he's been away for two weeks. Oh somebody else has heard it too! He's back! Hooray! And he's tanned.. he's practically orange... hahahaha burn. (Everybody mobbed him, it was amazing. How do people become so popular? It's absolutely ridiculous.) Well, I've had a "crush" on him for long enough... it's time to say something because I know he knows, and I know all of his friends know too, and I've never actually said anything anyway. And even though I am pretty sure he doesn't like me back I have to get that out of the way so that I won't ever regret not saying anything, and I won't ever wonder.

That night on MSN

OHH rejected. That's okay. We aren't that close anyway. Just sort of unfortunate. Oh well, it's okay. I just hope it doesn't get too awkward.

Wednesday, March 7.

Okay... a little bit depressed now... man. Sorta blows. Oh well. Things will be better, I'll be over it pretty soon. Ughghhhhhh.

Awww, man. They're auditioning my solo in choir... I sure hope I get to keep it, it is my favorite one and I love it.

Oh. Crap.. catching a cold.

But, I am infinitely cheered up, I got a new bag. It is blue and wonderful. Oooh, and we're going out for supper! A sushi supper no less. Ohhhh it is so good. How I love sushi. And Agadashi Tofu. (A deepfried tofu in flavorful sauce. So delicious)

No.. nope. It's the flu. Hooray. My throat is killing me and I have a headache. I have so much homework.. oh well. I can't do it, I'm too tired. And I have a fever of 100.

I'm lying in bed, wearing mittens, socks, a tshirt and two hoodies and pyjama pants and I am still freezing. I know that it is bad for my fever but I am so cold. I call my dad into the room and he warmed me up pretty well... he is a furnace. Really he is. I was amazed at how I could stand being so close to him wearing as much clothing as I was.

Thursday, March 8.

Ughgghhhh. I don't want to get out of bed but I need to go to schooooool. Ughghhhh I can't even swallow anything... oh hello cat, I love you. Okay, well I'll just sleep for a couple more minutes and see if somebody will drive me.

Oh crap, it's noon. And I am still not feeling so hot, maybe I will stay home today... I just hope I can go to band tonight. I ate a muffin and now my stomach hurts.. so I can't even eat anything. Oh well. At least my fever is gone.

Daaaaamn. I can't even go to band tonight. And apparently it sounds like I'm getting strepthroat so I am not to leave the house.

And even after all that, I'm still pretty content.. why? I don't know. A little too optimistic? Maybe. We'll see how the rest of my week goes I guess. I think I'll buy one of my chocolate bars. It sounds delicious and I am hungry.

I sure hope I am better by next week, because choir festival is then and I am going to volunteer for jazzfest. (It sounds like I am obsessed with jazz but really, I'm not. It's just that everything seems to be happening all at once)

Oh... great. As soon as I go to post this, devART goes into fricken' read-only maintenance mode.

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And if you read all that, good on you. Although sort of weird if you like reading people's complaints, as witty and humorous as they are