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Ngh. I have to do nightmarish geography maps sometime before Friday, probably mostly tonight. Then I have to do everything assigned for the weekend on Thursday night (some feat, since it won't be assigned until Friday) because I am going to spend the weekend in College Station being a complete and total dork. I am going to Aggiecon. A sci-fi convention. For the second year in a row. Oh god, I really am that big of a loser.
And then immediately on Monday I have to get re-ahead, because on Tuesday I have the stupid wind ensemble concert (anyone who wants to see me do basically nothing onstage, you're welcome to come) and (hurrah hurrah) Kate's senior recital!
Kate is a harpist friend of mine; we study with the same teacher; we've been studying since about the same age; we tend to play the same sort of music. The only difference is that she's much, much better than me. And I'm going to her senior recital next week; it should be quite a show. The ensemble will not be the same without her. Also I'll have to either do solo gigs or train up little timid Sarah, who plays very well but with a tendency toward extreme quiet. Urgh, I hate solo gigs. Training up of Sarah it is, then. It's about time she started gigging anyway. Kate and I did our first duo job when I was eleven, and Sarah's fifteen now. God, I feel like the Old Master or something. This is ridiculous.
Speaking of nightmarish harp-related stuff, I have to go practice until I raise blisters. Urgh.
But first! A random question: what's the weather like elsewhere than Houston?
And then immediately on Monday I have to get re-ahead, because on Tuesday I have the stupid wind ensemble concert (anyone who wants to see me do basically nothing onstage, you're welcome to come) and (hurrah hurrah) Kate's senior recital!
Kate is a harpist friend of mine; we study with the same teacher; we've been studying since about the same age; we tend to play the same sort of music. The only difference is that she's much, much better than me. And I'm going to her senior recital next week; it should be quite a show. The ensemble will not be the same without her. Also I'll have to either do solo gigs or train up little timid Sarah, who plays very well but with a tendency toward extreme quiet. Urgh, I hate solo gigs. Training up of Sarah it is, then. It's about time she started gigging anyway. Kate and I did our first duo job when I was eleven, and Sarah's fifteen now. God, I feel like the Old Master or something. This is ridiculous.
Speaking of nightmarish harp-related stuff, I have to go practice until I raise blisters. Urgh.
But first! A random question: what's the weather like elsewhere than Houston?
