Day's Events

So, I'm not sure how to day is going to end up being like.  I really wish it was Friday and I'm really hoping that today goes by fast.  I have Music Structures today to start off with and then after that, I have Into to Music Ed.  After that I have my Instrument Lab class, and then after that I'll be eating lunch.  After that, I have a couple hours to myself until around 4 when I meet my classmate so we can study our Aural Theory.  And then finally tonight, I have my brass quintet rehearsal.  It really won't be such a bad day, but I've just been tired lately...Last night didn't help much.  At one in the morning, an alarm went off throughout the door, announcing that there was an emergency and that all the students had to evacuate.  We had firefighters in our building for about thirty minutes, although I never got an answer from anyone about what happened.  Maybe I'll find out today.  A lot of us are pretty sure it was some idiot acting stupid and not paying attention to rules.

Dream

Unfortunately, I can't remember the dream I had last night.  I almost could, but it's just not coming to me.  But fear not!  I'm planning on getting a new pillow this Saturday.  Thankfully, I sleep with two (one being feathered), but the one on top I've had for a few years, and it's totally lost all of its fluff.  Poor pillow!

Ramble

Meh...

Prayer

My prayer for today is that I end up being in a better mood and that I come up with new and better things to write later today/tomorrow. 

So sorry this wasn't very long today.

Dream

For some reason, I couldn't fit this all on the same post... I mean I could, but I didn't something to screw it up.  Bah.  Anyway, my dream the other night was about Peter Pan... I was Wendy and we were in this cave looking for something. o.O  Then my dream last night was of the movie, "Arachnophobia", yet I've never seen the the film.  But in my dream it was composed by Jerry Goldsmith.  I probably thought that, because The Burbs is composed by Jerry Goldsmith.

So....

Cave
To dream that you are walking in a dark cave, signifies refuge or the unconscious mind. It also denotes that you experience some unexpected misfortune or disagreement.

Spiders
To see a spider in your dream, indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. Or that you may want to keep your distance and  stay away from an alluring and tempting situation.  The spider is also symbolic of feminine power. Alternatively, a spider may refer to a powerful force protecting you against  your self-destructive behavior. If you kill a spider, it symbolizes misfortune and general bad luck.

To see a spider spinning a web in your dream, signifies that you will be rewarded for your hard work. You will soon find yourself promoted in your job or recognized for your achievement in a difficult task. Spiders are a symbol of creativity due to the intricate webs they spin. On a negative note, spiders may indicate a feeling of being entangled or trapped in a sticky or clingy relationship. It represents some ensnaring and controlling force. You may feel that someone or some situation is sucking the life right out of you.

To see a spider climbing up a wall in your dream, denotes that your desires will be soon be realized.

To dream that you are bitten by a spider, represents a conflict with your mother or some dominant female figure in your life. The dream may be a metaphor for a devouring mother or the feminine power to possess and entrap. Perhaps you are feeling trapped by some relationship.

And because, I DID see a tree trunk:

Tree Trunk
To see the trunk of a tree, signifies your inner sense of well being and personality. If the trunk is thick and large, then it denotes that you are a strong, rugged and durable person. If the trunk is thin and narrow, then it suggests that you are a highly sensitive person.

Ramble

I think I've rambled enough to day.

Prayer

My prayer for today is that God helps me accomplish all the stuff that I need to get done (because I have a lot to do), and that it gets cooler here in Oklahoma, and that my friends are kept and watched over safely.

Days Events

But doing well.  I didn't post an entry for yesterday so I'm posting and entry today for yesterday.  I had such a good day yesterday.  I started out the day by talking a bit to Peter and Kates.  Then I fixed my bike all by myself!  So happy...  It didn't take long and it didn't take much.  All I needed was to tighten just one of the two bolts! O.O  After that, I went to practice and it turned out to be one of the best practices I've had for a very long time!  I really enjoyed it and I didn't want to stop.  My sound has changed immensely since I've moved here and I'm really liking it.

After I practiced I went back to my dorm and talked a little more to Peter until my roommate arrived back home.  We went out to this Chinese restaurant called "House of Hunan".  It was really nice and we were stuffed quickly.  Immediately following dinner, we went to the theaters (which was right across the street from the restaurant) and saw Just Like Heaven.  It was a cute movie (very chick flicky), but kind of repetitive from others.  It seemed almost as if the director couldn't find another idea.  But it pulled off the right effects, of course, because the women cried and the guys (didn't see too many) probably were nodding off.

After that we went to Warmart to pick up a few items (I got a belt, w00t!) and THEN, we saw Krispy Kreme and we got a few of those...oh...not before I dropped the ones I payed for.  But the guy gave me some more, which was nice.  I felt kind of dumb.

And then upon driving home, we remembered that we were going to take pictures of this horse statue that stand right on the front of campus.  It's dark black/blue and has its legs raised, and it has red eyes!!!  Have you ever seen the horse from the cartoon Disney version of Sleepy Hollow?  That's what it looks like!  The red eyes glow, so it makes it look very creepy.  So I parked the car and we walked to where it was and took several pictures.  Well...my roommate did; my camera didn't seem to want to function correctly... although I did manage to get one.  Whether it's good or not, we'll know in a few minutes.  I tried to get more, but it just wouldn't work.  I think I needed the flash, but I don't know how to work it yet.  I got a twenty dollar digital camera literally a week ago and it's supposed to adjust to the light.  There was light around the statue to kind of give it that freaky look, so I tried all sorts of angles, but even as I lied on my back looking up and trying that shot, it wouldn't work.

After we took the pictures of the horse, we went back to the dorm and both of us talked to Chris... Only Stephanie talked to her boyfriend Chris and I talked to my friend Chris back in Owasso. LOL  And then we watched The Burbs with Tom Hank and Carrie Fisher while eating carrots and ranch.

Then after that we went to bed, but I couldn't sleep until around 3 a.m., because I became so hot and sweaty in the night and I think the coffee that I had made during the movie helped keep me up (but it wasn't caffeinated

Day's Events

Today, I've feeling SOOOO great!!!  Don't ask me why.  I've been like this all week, and I'm very glad about it, too.  I have so much stuff coming up in school and it's getting a little close to midterms, but I'm not panicking and I'm not letting it get to me.  I'm so happy!  LOL  Weird...  I haven't been this happy this long forever.

So I got both of my grades back from my aural theory class, as well as the playing test that I had for yesterday's piano class.  I'm satisfied with both--not thrilled--but satisfied.  I got a C on my Aural theory test, but I can understand why.  In fact... *sees if she can take a pic of it with her cam*  Meh... doubt it'd come out good anyway...  Well, firstly I had it in 6/8 originally, but I changed to 4/4 because it just didn't feel right in 6/8.... However, it was in 6/8!!!! Bah.

Then for my piano test that I had yesterday, I got a B+.  I'm very please.  The worst thing that I did, however, was screw up one of my progressions.  I got nervous and my hands started shaking slightly.  My solo piece was actually better than what I anticipated and I didn't have to look down at my hands all that much.  The two scales that I had to play were great, and I think I did okay on the sightreading.

Today we have an instrument, name, and hometown test in Intro to Music Ed... er... I'm not sure how that will go.  He picks ten random people and we have to jot all their information down.  I think I'm going to end up doing badly (Jala is not good at remembering names).  Oh well...

But before that, I have my music theory class today and for homework, we had to do a composition for the soprano (or treble) voice while the bass line was given to us.  Then we had to write it in three variations...The first one being quarter and half notes, the second being in triplets, and the third being in sixteenths!   So, I composed my little "ditty" last night and I LOVE it!  I did it on this program called finale, because you can listen to it in any instrument.  It sounds awesome, but we'll see what happens when I actually play it.  Yes, we also have to play it today on our own instruments.  That was extra work for me, because I had to transpose it into my key.  Maybe I should record it today...  Nah.

And THEN, I have my teaching thing today in Instrument Lab.  I hope that goes well.  I hate standing up in front of the class.  It's so hard.  However, a lot of people have said that I have a confident voice no matter how many times I mess up.  I hope I don't mess up too much today.

Later on today and a couple hours after that class, I'm meeting with my "Buddy partner" to work on our melodies for Aural theory.  We seem to get along pretty well.  He stopped me yesterday after class and said that he noticed I had a bike now.  My bike has a little liscence plate under the seat, which resembles the liscence plates in Colorado, and it has my name on it.  Maybe I'll take a picture of it today... if I remember.

Ramble

Instead of doing a loooong ramble like I did yesterday (nothing's coming to my mind), I decided I'm going to cybersing you the lyrics to the song I'm listening to.  It's from Brother Bear, the disney movie.  The movie itself was all right, nothing that I would picture as classic, but it was pretty cute.  The music itself was great and I particularly like this song, because it's something that I want to sing to myself, or hear the music whenever I go off somewhere.  It makes me happy and makes me want to visit places.

Anyway, here it is:  On My Way

Tell everybody I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way
And there's no where that I'd rather be

Tell everybody I'm on my way
And I'm lovin' every step I take
With the sun beaming down, yes I'm on my way
And I can't keep this smile off my face

'Cause there's nothin' like seeing each other again
No matter what the distance may take
And the stories that we share will make you smile
Oh, it really lifts my heart

So tell 'em that I'm on my way
New friends and new places to see
And to sleep under the stars, who could ask for more?
With the moon keeping watch over me

Not the snow and not the rain can change my mind
The sun will come out, you will see
And the feeling of the wind in you face can lift your heart
Oh, there's no that I'd rather be

'Cause I'm on my way
Well and truly
I'm on my way now...

*whistling*

Tell everybody I'm on my way
And I just can't wait to be there
With blue skies ahead, yes I'm on my way
With nothing but good times to share

So, tell everybody I'm on my way
And I just can't wait to be home
With the sun beaming down, yes I'm on my way
With nothing but good times to show

I'm on my way
Yes, I'm on my way!

Dream

Can't remember the dream I had last night.

Memory

So, I have a funny memory today.  It was when my sister and I were younger, like kids.  I was probably about eight and Jennifer must've been eleven.  I usually woke up the earliest when I was little.  I would wake up and play with my toys or just bug Jennifer.  I loved picking on her, but I never intentionally wanted to pick on her.  I loved my sister when I was little and her idea of picking on her was my idea of playing with her. 

Well, this particular morning was one of those times.  I think he must have gone to work because I don't recall him being around when this happened.  My mom and Jen were still asleep, so I got up and played with my toys.  But I recalled being so bored, because no one was up to play with me.  Then I had a brilliant idea (I had a lot of those growing up)!  I decided that Jennifer needed to look pretty and I knew just the way to do it.  We had stored up some extra glitter that we had been using for some type of project (can't remember exactly what it was), but I knew what I was going to use it for.  I silently crept to our room and found Jen still sleeping on the bottom bed (we had bunks).  I then proceeding in sprinkling it aaaaall over her.  I got it in her hair, in her clothes, in her bed... Just everywhere.  She was completely covered head to toe.  Satisfied with my work, I noticed that my cat at the time, Heidi, was up and watching me.  So I poured glitter all over her, too.  She was such a pretty cat, but the glitter (in my eyes) made her look even prettier.  And then, for some very odd reason, I decided that the sugar bowl must not have looked very pretty either, because I pour glitter in that, too.  I was a genius...

...However, when Jennifer woke up and found herself soaked in all sorts of little sparkly colors, she didn't think it was funny and she screamed at me and got so angry.  So I'm standing there, thinking... "Definitely not pretty..."  And then my mom woke up from hearing her shouts.  She didn't really care about Jen, but when she saw I did to Heidi, she freaked.  So to make a long story short, I got spanked, the glitter was taken away from me and locked up thereafter and Heidi was given an unpleasant bath.  And no one really said anything about the sugar bowl!  I remember asking Jen a couple days later...

"Jen, can you die from eating glitter?"
"I don't think so.  You might be able to eat four or five of them... but after that you might die."

Anyway, that's my memory!

Prayer

 My prayer for today is that I'm able to take my tests and teaching stuff all right and with confidence.  And I pray also for my friends and hope that they're difficulties don't get them down, but that they rise above them; I know they can.

Day's Events
We are half-way through with this week.  I'm so excited.  I think it will turn out to be another good day for me.  I receive my dictation test results back from Aural Structures class today, so I'm kind of anxious to see how I did on that.  I have a feeling I really screwed it up, but then the harmonic dictation went pretty well.  I'm sure I'll post my results, unless I did beastly, like received a D or an F.  *prays that she did all right*  I have the actual test in my piano class today in which I have to play my solo recital piece, do a couple of scales, some progressions, and chromatic 5-finger pattern.  I'm sure there are few people here who will know what I'm talking about, but it's not as confusing as it sounds.

A couple hours later, I go to history class, but before that, I get to eat lunch, woohoo!!!!

Dream
I had an interesting dream last night that Peter and I went to get our hair cut, but it was to the place that I went before (which is a little place right down the street from campus).  I remember telling Peter in my dream that I had got my hair trimmed here and that they only cut off about 1/4 of an inch.  Peter said, well, let's just go up the elevator and see what they have on the next floor.  So we waited for the elevator, but I don't think it ever came.  So with that, Peter said, "If you can get your hair trimmed here, we'll go to the pool."  o.O

And then before that dream I had dreamt that my mom called me and asked if I was all right.  I told her yes, and then she said that my sister had tetinitus or tetnus, or something, and she said to wash my hands every where I went and to tell whoever I talked to to do the same.  And so it was that I talked to Peter and told him to wash his hands before he sent me anything or typed me a message.

Intereeeesting.

Ramble
I've been listening to the music that Peter had sent me this morning and it's very nice to wake up to.  I love music like this, so alive and energetic, and happy.  I love happy music.  It makes me want to do some serious adventuring.  I love the outdoors.  It's so hard to get that here in Oklahoma.  I know it sounds awful saying that and I probably shouldn't, but I feel like OU is the only nice thing in Oklahoma...that and Oklahoma City, the downtown area.  I was surprised to find that Oklahoma City has a rather large downtown area with really cool buildings, but that wouldn't keep me here for the rest of my life.  My plan so far is to get my bachelor's here at OU and then move and transfer somewhere else.  It's been a good experience living here in Oklahoma, and I've made some good friends, although the only one who is the closest that I can mention is Chris.  But I miss doing stuff and really connecting with the outdoors.  I miss the mountains and the fresh air where I don't feel like I'm suffocating in hot and humid weather.  I miss the cool breeze and the smell of pine trees when you were hiking along rivers.  I miss camping and I miss the clouds and the blue sky.  I miss really enjoying myself when I'm outside and seeing the aspen leaves change colors during the turning of seasons.  I don't want to sound like I'm really complaining, because I really have enjoyed myself while I've been here and I've done stuff outdoors that was fun...but things are different when I visit Colorado.  And I may not even move to Colorado after I get my bachelor's here.  I may move somewhere else, but I need to be somewhere where I can feel happy about where I am and my surroundings.

*sigh*

Oh well, things will get better... eventually.

Memory
In other events, I found one of the first poems I wrote when I was a kid.  I was about seven or eight when I wrote it and it was about the french horn.  When I was little, I couldn't hold the french horn properly, because I was too small, therefore a couple people told my mom that I needed to wait a few years, but I wanted to start playing it then.  So I had to hold the body of the horn (instead of the bell) on my knee and my granddad made extensions on my valves for me, so that I could reach them when playing.  And then, because the horn kept slipping off whenever I did  play, my mom had to put this rubbery thing on my leg so that it could sit there and not fall off.  I remember in particular when I was doing my first recital that I couldn't get the rubbery thing to stay and my horn kept sliding off, so my mom came out from the audience and lifted up my dress to fit it on.  I was so embarrassed, but the audience seemed to think it was funny.

Anyway, here is the poem:

French Horn

 

French horns are silver or gold,

The one I’ve got is very old.

French Horns have a pretty sound,

Mine is the one my mom found.

 

When my mom said I could look,

I blew a note so loud, my house shook!

My mom made a frown,

I drew my eyes to the ground.

My cat had her eyes opened wide,

Then I had to take spit out of my slide!

 

The French horn only has three keys,

But to play it it’s not a breeze.

My mom has helped me in the past few days,

She’s helped my play the right notes in different little ways.

 

Someday I would like to be in the symphony,

‘Cause I know the notes now,

And I don’t sound like a sick cow!

Prayer
My prayer for today is that everyone is safe and has a good day.  I pray that if something bad happens to any one of my friends doesn't have a good day, that it doesn't bring them down.





So... I think I like that set up... Perhaps that will help me write in my journal for now on!

Day's Events
Dream
Ramble
Memory
Prayer



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I am a little duck...

Now that we have that established

WOW!!!!! I'm so happy today.  All around, it was a very good day, but I received such a nice little present from Peter that it topped my day off even better.

This morning, I had my second field experience class, although I was about two minutes late.  That went all right.  I got to help out a kid one on one.  He was so cute.  I remember how I was at that age. *sighs in memory*  After that I had Music Theory, which was all right, as well.  We listened to this opera, which was very, very sad, because it was about death, and the music was just so dark, that it made you feel like your soul was dying.  Seriously!  After that, I had Intro to Music Ed.  We didn't do too much in that class, but we have a test Thursday on everyone's names, their hometown, and their instrument.  I'll fail, I'm sure.

So after that class, I had Instrument Lab, and for those who don't know, this is the class in which I'm learning to play violin.  I think I put too much rosin on my bow last time, because it sounded awful today.  But I continued to play, as one does and should.  We had teaching tests today, as well.  I don't do mine until Thursday, though.  Those are things in which you teach a class rhythm or play a song in which you teach students the different fingerings of the stringed instrument.

After that class, I went back to have lunch and then I played on the computer for a bit and went back to rehearse with my horn ensemble.



I really need something else to put in here.

P.S. Jack is weird and likes beans.

And to add more to my journal, here's the latest installment of my story:

Don't read unless you've read the other chapters before hand

Ch. 13: An Unexpected Welcome

All four of us, including Mahler tucked under my arm, jumped. Just as the first drop of water met my skin, I felt like the water had gone twenty degrees colder. My blood froze and my joints became stiff after the first kick of my legs. I figured that the others were just as cold because they put up quite a struggle. Mahler did not like the water at all. She howled and kicked wildly and I felt utterly miserable knowing that she had no control over the situation.
“Right-t-t,” I stuttered. “Th-this way! F-f-follow me! C-c-courage, M-Mahler.”
Then I started kicking as hard as I could. The others started swimming after me and as soon as I thought we were close enough, I went under water. Mahler struggled hopelessly and I tried swimming as fast as I could for her sake.
Thankfully, there was no mistake about the light. It shone plainly and clearly, but how far it was was a different matter. We came to a tunnel and I swam through, feeling as though my legs were now a great weight. I couldn’t even feel them anymore. The only way I knew we were moving was that the light was coming closer, and I could hear the water splashing.
As soon as we were through the tunnel, I returned to the shore and at once, Mahler began sneezing and coughing and wheezing and howling. She was the first to climb out of the water, then myself, and then Tom and Tud. They were white and shivering and seemed to collapse on the ground where we now were. The environment had changed drastically. Instead of returning to darkness, we were now under a black sky. And it was warm, save for a little breeze. The ground was not totally solid, but was made of dirt and the air smelled of horse and dust. Then as I began to look more around me, I could see that we must have been in some kind of deserted city, for buildings surrounded us. Of course, these were not the buildings that you and I are used to; they were old and looked run down. There was one in particular that caught my eye. All it said on it was “Inn”.
I knelt down and tapped Tom on his shoulder.
“L-Look, T-T-Tom,” I said, still shivering. “We might be able t-to spend th-the night here!”
Tom didn’t say anything but rose stiffly to his feet and the four of us began walking sluggishly toward the Inn. It turns out that we walked in to a surprise. There was music playing, people serving ale while others drank, and it smelled of tobacco. Most everyone was sitting around tables with cards and money lay upon them.
But there was also a large table set before us and a man with a dirty apron and a rather unhappy face stood behind it. In his hands were a large mug and a dirty cloth which he wiped the mug with.
I opened my mouth to speak. “Excuse me—"
“What d’you want?” the man snapped angrily.
“Um…May we sleep here for the night?”
“May ye sleep here for...?” the man echoed, trailing off. “Not with that cat and that ugly stork there, you won’t!”
“Stork! I beg your par—" began Tud, but was silenced immediately by Tom’s hand.
“What do you think this is, a motel?” asked the man.
“Well, it says “Inn” back there, don’t it?” asked Tom.
“Perhaps, but for those who can afford it. And by the looks of ya with yer stork and hardly any meat on them bones, I’d say you couldn’t afford nothin’ ‘round these parts!”
“But sir,” I pleaded, now desperate, “we’re nearly starved! We haven’t eaten in three days and we’ve no where else to sleep.”
“And that’s s’posed to be my problem?” The man sighed and leaned forward. “Now look here, little girl, I know ye came from somewhere, and you can turn ‘round and go right back there if yer wantin’ to sleep. This place here ain’t for poor people.”
I sighed. “Let me see if I have anything.”
I dug my hands into my pockets (for I had lost my backpack and the jacket inside it), but only managed to pull out the key that had opened the door to the fireplace. This made me very upset. That couldn’t be it. I continued to hold the key in one hand, while I searched in my back pockets with the other, but even before I could tell the man I had absolutely no money whatsoever, he had opened his mouth first.
“Good gracious me…” he said quietly at first. “M-Miss, I’m so sorry. I didn’t reali—I mean, I didn’t know you was—That is to say… Um… Please make yourselves at home, you and yer friends!”
“But…I don’t have any money,” I said.
“Never mind that now, never mind! It’s on the house! Er…but, I’d ‘preciate it if ya didn’t tell no one else ‘bout that. It’d get me in trouble, no doubt. But let’s not think o’ that right now. You sit yerselves down here and get comfor’ble. We’ll get yer bellies full with some fine food, that’s fer sure. And then I’ll tend to gettin’ ye settled in a comfor’ble room, the best if I can manage it!”
I was so exasperated by this that my mouth hung wide open for quite a while before I remembered to thank the man for his unexpected hospitality.
Tom and I, followed closely by Tud and Mahler did as we were told. We sat down at a table, receiving quite a few stares from most of the people in the room. It seemed that we did not fit in well with the crowd at all. Most of them were men, dressed in long-sleeved shirts and vests, and hats on their heads—cowboy-ish hats, they resembled. The few women who were also there wore long, fancy dresses and looked very prim and proper. But everyone there wore boots of some kind and the room was densely packed of smoke.
Momentarily, the man came around and set down four large flasks of what smelled like ale and four tin plates covered with fresh meat, bread, and corn. Neither Tom nor I wasted time in grabbing hungrily at our plates. Even Mahler nibbled at her own beat hurriedly, but Tud picked it up with his bill and turned it over, as if analyzing it thoroughly.
“Don’t they serve fish or anything of the likes here?” asked Tud disgustedly.
“Be happy you’re getting anything at all,” I reminded him.
Nothing more was said and after we had finished eating and drinking our ale (Tom happily drank Mahler and Tud’s shares), the man showed us to our room.
“There we go,” he said. “I know it ain’t much, but it is nice and cozy if I says so myself. It…will serve the purpose, won’t it?”
“It’s more than what we bargained for,” I said happily. “Thank you so much.”
The man shrugged. “Best I could do, and the least for that matter, especially for a… Well, that doesn’t matter now. I’ll leave ya to tend to yer business now. Goodnight!”
“Goodnight!”
Tom at once went to one of the two beds and hastily crawled into it longingly, not once saying anything to me. Tud followed pursuit and quietly nestled in the corner of the bed in which there now lay a small lump under the blankets. I shifted my gaze to the other bed and Mahler seem to notice this, because she now used the last of her energy to jump onto the vacant bed and sit, staring at me, her tail flicking impatiently.
I yawned. “Don’t worry, Mahler,” I said. “I’m ready for sleep, too.” And I crawled into the bed, but as soon as I shifted over to my side, I winced in pain. I reached down into my jean pocket and pulled out the key that had been there. Now that we had some light, I could look at it more closely. It was a beautiful thing, even if it was a key. It wasn’t all that large, but large enough to be able to see the diamonds that seemed to have been molded into it. They were small diamonds, save for larger one that shone brightly in the middle. Where it came from and who made it, I couldn’t guess, but I supposed its importance must be great.
Mahler had slowly crawled up to where my head lay and she meowed in my ear. I looked up to see her large, blue eyes and she touched my forehead with her nose and nudged me gently. I pet her silky coat and scratched her softly behind the ears, to which she purred with much content.
“We’ll find it, Mahler,” I said softly. “It exists. It has to.”
And then with Mahler’s head resting against mine and her paws in my hair, we both fell asleep.

Wow, today, I've been sooooooo insanely happy!  And it's so weird, because I didn't expect this to be a good day at all.  I felt like it would be a very bad day for me, partly because I thought I had three tests (and so it was that I only had one and a very small quiz).

First of all, I had a dream about Peter, but I can't remember what exactly it was or what happened.  But then it skipped to where I was running to my piano class in the Catlett music center and I was like 45 minutes late!  I showed up and had to play my recital (which I thought would be like a test), and in my dream, I played horribly and it took the piano quite a while for each note to speak.  So that wasn't a good dream.  I don't even know why I dreamt about it.  I wasn't really stressed out.

But this morning, I got up at my normal time and talked to Hoist for a bit.  Then I got showered, went to the cafeteria to eat breakfast, and--YAY!!!--I wrote my bicycle to school this morning.  Such a lovely ride it was.  Pedestrians suck, though.  And anyway, I walked in to my Aural theory class...a little late, but only a couple minutes late.  We had our first dictation test today.  I think I did all right on the harmonic dictation test, but the melodic dictation was horrible.  Firstly, the class is totally different from my old aural theory class at TCC.  It's much harder now.  We don't get the time signature or the key, just the starting note.  But today we had the option of either starting note or key, and the class chose key.  But after that, I think I messed up horribly.  I'm pretty sure I got all if not most of the notes right, but the rhythm was so weird.  At first I thought it was 6/8 because I thought I could hear triplets in the rhythm, but the ending did not sound like 6/8 at all, so I changed it to 3/4 and then finally to 4/4.  Bah....

Then after that class, I had my piano class, and the song that I played went very well.  I had a few screw-ups, but overall, I think I did well.  I told my teacher about my dream and she laughed and said we weren't graded on it.  But I kind of laughed it off.

Then after that, I went to eat lunch with Amy, one of my suitemates. We went to the union and we ate at quiznos, but because of the time that we decided to have lunch, I had to eat really fast... which wasn't good, cos I got a tummy ache later on.  But I had to hop on my bike and take off for my next and last class, which is History.  We had the quiz there.  I think I screwed up a couple of the answers, but I don't think I did that horribly.  I guess the worst that could happen is I end up with a C.  Well... really, that isn't the worst, but that's what I'm hoping for.

So after history, I came back to my dorm and have been chatting with Peter ever since.  We've ended up talking for a long time these past few days.  But...good company...I suppose!

Tonight, I'm going to have to take off to practice, find some dinner, and then at 9, we have our women's bible study, which I'm looking forward to.

w0000000000000t!!!!! Such a good day!


Oh...and I also have homework.... Meh

Take the new poll!!

I LOVE JOHN WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!

Yes, it's one of those days...A day in which I listen to nothing but John Williams.  I love his music and he is a genius through and through.  Rap, heavy metal...they all SUCK!!!! MUAHAHAHA!!!! No offense to anyone reading this, but honestly, I feel like John Williams puts all of them to shame.  His music is just so magical, and it always puts me in a very good mood.  Whenever I listen to his music, I feel like nothing can bring me down--it's that powerful.  I'm so happy now that I could start crying at any moment.

In Colorado Springs, the symphony would play in Memorial Park every Fourth of July and play music all into the night, until the fireworks went off (that's when they played 1812 Overture).  They ALWAYS played something of John Williams, and most of the time it was usually something from Star Wars.  But it was like one of the happiest feelings whenever you were sitting outside on the soft grass.  And then we moved to Oklahoma.    Since then, Fourth of July has never been the same.  But the first year we moved there and I realized that they didn't have a symphony playing outside (it had gone bankrupt--too many football fans, and no one interested in music ), I decided to grab my portable cd player and John Williams' music (Call of the Champions and Summon the Heroes were definites), and I listened to his music while sitting and watching the fireworks.  It makes a whole world of difference and I was so energized by the time I got home that I sat down and wrote John Williams a letter to tell him of my experience, and to thank him for sharing his music with the world.

I think the reason that I love his music so much is that it has more depth and it really tells a story with the emotional dynamics.  You can't even begin to describe music to someone, especially John Williams'.  It's something that must be experienced in order to say something.  And when you listen to it... It's like you step into a whole different world, free from reality.  Nothing else matters at that point.  And that's where I like to be the most.

In my senior year of high school, I remember turning on the radio and heard something that made my day all the better:  "Colorado Springs Symphony plays John Williams"... I can't remember the date, but I still have the program.  I bought tickets that day and being a student, I got them for seven dollars!!!   It was SOOOOO wonderful!!!!!  And I will never forget it.  They played Star Wars, Harry Potter, and many more, but they ended on a wonderful note:  The Finale of E.T.  And the horns lifted up their bells at the very end!!!! HOW SWEET!!!

Am I obsessed??  Probably... Do I care??

HELL NO!!!!

YAY FOR JOHN WILLIAMS!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shucks, man.  This day has been all right.  I didn't get any sleep last night so I've been rather sluggish all day.  I only had two cups of coffee, too...which is quite unusual, but later this morning, I started feeling sick.

I went to get a shot for school today and now my arm aches, but now that I've gotten home, I'm kind of tired, but relaxed in an almost romantic way.  I think romance meaning getting in touch with my heart and what dreams mean to me.

Indeed, that is the song that I am listening to right now.  Since I've been working a bit on my story today, I feel like I'm relating to it more and more.  What I mean by that is that I feel like there's something more out there (not Middle-Earth, of course)...But something that's calling.  I know it's always been calling, but for the first time, I feel like I'm not afraid to answer it.  It's a yearning, really.  I want that so badly...I want the adventures and the journeys.  I want the opportunities and the romance and the paths that all belong to me.  I want it all.

Anyway, I think I might take a short little nap and get back to work on packing.  Not looking forward to it.