Wednesday, November 3, 2004

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania....
i'ts amazing how the mood swings in a day work, isn't it?

today started off pretty good, considering the depths of depression i was in yesterday. i got to talk to ian today, which made my day begin quite wonderfully. he actually touched me today--patted my shoulder when i screwed up sight singing in a singularly humilating, yet hilarious manner. God i'm sooo pathetic. but when he was walking away to class he actually turned around 3 times to look back at me, as i packed my bookbag at a bench. so i'm hoping he actaully does like me. and he knew enought MST3K to understand "well suddenly i have a refreshing mint flavor!"

so the rest of the day was, welll, ok. psych teacher let us out early. i practiced with the dude i'm getting paid to accompany, then left early without practicing the organ, so i could be sure to get to the polls in time. voted. got gas. went up to chruch to begin to make up the 2 hours of practice i'd missed. i started to practice adn then a little boy comes up into the choir loft. i was taking his practice time: he was gonna do an arrangement of Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee for church the next day, and needed to practice. he was sooo cute and little; his feet didnt even touch the pedals. this was his 2nd year of organ; he'd taught himself piano, like i had. and i was suddenly infused with an overwhelming, non-sensical hope for the future. it was amazing; i just can't even attempt to begin explaining it.

so then after playing for children's choir i go over to chruch to practice, and get all set up, when in walks the mother of a certain @$$ whose last name starts with a SH and ends with an IPPERSS and like 2 other people. they see me (how could they not????), kneel down, and begin to pray. so i'm like totally exasperated. they could of least of flipping well told me how long they were gonna be there! i mean, i fully understand that a church exists as a house of prayer, and not a convenient place for me to practice the organ at, but sheesh!this has been like the third time lately. so i went into the chapel and prayed so i wouldn't have to hear them. they took 45 min! for a rosary (for non-caths. who don't know, that would usually take only 20) so then i finally get to practice, and i have a TOTAL off night and can't get anything accomplished. to use a verbal analogy, if playing were speaking i wouldn't have been able to say my name. then i started remembering several creepy ghost stories i heard lately, adn i started getting REALLY creeped out adn then i just had to leave, even though i hadn't put my hours in.

my parent's haven't gotten home; i have this tragic feeling somebody died. and never mind they just walked through the door.

lord what fools these mortals be.

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