Where to start? Well lessons. Yet again my prof amazes me with her musical knowledge and teaching skills. I want to say that my lessons are turning me into a crazy performer/composer. Not sure yet. Moving on, I enter my lessons fairly put together, ready to play and accept feed back. Lo and behold, my lessons turned into 75 minutes of pure information. Once, I left, I tried to process that information and write it down in my notebook. I left the university and walked home, the entire time my face in my book, trying to remember and reiterate all my prof said.
Needless to say I looked crazy.
So I get home after lessons, pretty tired because I hadn't slept much throughout the week, then my mom skypes me. But surprise, it's not my mom, it's my entire family as we celebrate grandma's 80th birthday. It was hard to get a word across edge wise, because my family was all cramped around my computer yelling things at me like "are you high!? are you wearing pants? put pants on! (i was wearing pants, just to clarify). oh I found your chequebook and am writing cheques to your brothers!"
And the reoccurring theme for the first 30 minutes was "what's the wifi password!?" Haha
Luckily I can remember shit like that
Wait what was up with that E)? I don't understand either, but because I just moved out, this year is "my year" where everyone is buying me stuff. Well there goes my financial woes.
I am part of the secret santa, and I'm doing an original composition for my aunt camille! Maybe if I'm lucky I will have time to do one for my other aunt Francine who really wanted one. And one for my mom, of course. Cam apparently has my name for secret santa too, which I suppose is a good thing considering she and he partner, john (who is awesome) are both well established entrepreneurs. speaking of which they're starting selling their businesses too.
anyway that was fun. I sang happy birthday to grandma through my computer with the family. sadly half way through singing the french happy birthday I heard an "oops" from my aunt camille who was holding the laptop and then the call disconnected. It was pretty instantaneous too, like "oops-" cut. She facetimed me shortly after though.
Moving along, my courses are good. My aural perception prof thinks I'm a musical genius for some reason and my composition course is so intimidating due to the fact is a joint course of 2nd, 3rd and 4th year students. It doesn't help they're all composers.
So I found out my closest university friends, Richard, has a girlfriend. I'm assuming he just recently hooked up with her because I've spent a considerable amount of time talking to him while studying, or doing ear training with him and he's never mentioned her before.
Considering I think he's so cute, how does this make me feel? For some strange reason, so really happy =]! I was walking home from university right after he told me and was just so elated! Weird huh? You'd think I'd be upset, or jealous or something, but nope, it's making me smile right now. Maybe I know what it's like to be a friend? What it means to be a bro?
Rereading that it seems a little out of a place and stupid. Regardless it means something to me. It's nice not feeling jealous.
God, Debussy's Fantasy for Piano and Orchestra is just out of this world. I beg you guys to just listen for like 30 seconds. The link will bring you to the 3rd movement.
Did I mention I hit my fingernail and it bled underneath the nail!? It was yesterday morning. I woke up and went to take a shower, so I went to open the washroom window. When I grabbed the moving panel of the window, I kind of clawed my fingers around the top so I was essentially getting all sides of the top. So I went to forcefully budge my stiff, old window, and it took off. Sadly my finger that was wrapped around it to the back got wedged in between the two windows in a sense, and all that pressure went to my middle finger's nail.
Ok that was a terrible explanation, all you need to take away from that is I really hit my finger nail hard. So it hurt and bled underneath it, so it looks like on my one finger I've got some weird blue/redish nail polish/tarnish on it, around the top. It looks gross, but not that gross. And it hurts, but not that much, y'know?
Should I proof read this? Meh.
also, before I finish this huge text,
happy weekend, y'all. =)
now listen to this!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=tzq9ExON1pc#t=426s
oh and cool pictures
