Random things that I have been thinking about today.

-Distressed jeans... like, jeans with rips in them? They're okay, a bit overrated, but you know. But, the problem is, I fidget way too much, and I can't stop picking at them, and before you know all the white threads are gone and they look dumb. I am trying not to do this to the pair I just bought, and failing.

-Fantasie Impromptu doesn't even sound recognizable unless you play it up to tempo, with both the left and right hands. And that, my friend, is seeming pretty close to impossible. I'm hoping I can have the whole piece learned by the time I graduate from high school in 2 years. No, seriously.

-I hate it when a teacher makes you write a whole essay in one class period; I never finish on time. I'm kind of a perfectionist, about some things at least, so I spend too much time thinking and rethinking what I should say and how I should say it. Then I either flat out don't finish, or the second half of my essay is really stupid because I wrote it in like under 10 minutes. The reason I am thinking of this is that this is what we had to do on our first day of English when we didn't even have a teacher. They finally hired the teacher, and she seems nice... she just graduated from college so she's really young. She said that she'd read all our essays and I'm not looking forward to getting mine back.

-I'm ridiculously excited for the football game this Friday, the first one that band is playing at!!

-This crazy thing happened with my piano teacher a few weeks ago. A while ago, maybe a few months, I was going to play a few songs at church. I wanted to play this piece that I had learned a LONG time ago but I couldn't remember what it was called. I remembered a few bars, and I knew that if I saw the sheet music I would recognize it. But unfortunately most of my sheet music had been packed away in some box downstairs, because of the remodel. The box had been misplaced, which let's just say I was not too happy about. I ended up playing another song. I still couldn't think of the name of the song, and if I'd been able to I could've probably printed sheet music off the internet or something. A while later I somehow stumbled across the name of the song and immediately recognized it.
I was telling this story to my piano teacher, but while I was telling it I temporarily forgot the name of the song again. She said, "Is it classical or jazz?" I told her it was classical, and she said, "Was it Norse Song?" AND THAT WAS THE SONG!! All she knew about it was that it was a classical piece, I hadn't hummed it or described it at all. And I must've learned it with her at least 4 years ago. It could have been any of dozens of songs!! It was pretty cool.

-I'm not one of those weird people that gets USED to getting up early after having done it billons of times. No, it just gets worse. And worse, and WORSE. So, goodnight all.