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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Wierd dreams you have!! I think you should definetly write your journal this way though. Nice poen, almost good as spud, spud, in the mud, mud.... ;)

ROFL!!! Thanks, Peter. I'll try to keep up with the format. It gives me direction, and that's something that I definitely need. Yes, I do have weird dreams. I think I'm one of the many people who has the weirdest. Nothing makes sense. I even looked up elevator, water, and haircut. Anyway... Forgot the dream that I dreamt last night, so I might think of one I had previously.