Nine In The Afternoon

I am in the mood for Panic! At The Disco today. It is Nine in the Afternoon. That is one of their songs. I also have I Write Sins Not Tragedies stuck in my head. Really good song. I was watching Dancing With The Stars last night, and Chelsea Kane danced to that song. It was SOO AMAZING, but the over-dramatic judges said it wasn't enough of a jive. One judge, Bruno, said that it was a mix of Lolita and Clockwork Orange. I would've said that it was a bit of an Alice in Wonderland mix, too. Look up the dance on Youtube. It was week two of Dancing with the Stars.

I really can't write too much more today. I want to see who gets voted off of DWTS. I just hope it's not Hines Ward, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Chelsea Kane stay on the show for a while. HINES WARD IS SOOOOO GOOOOD!!!!! I'm worried for Sugar Ray, since his jive was technically sloppy. It was just so much fun to watch.

Kk. I'm done. So long.

Their Story in Pictures

The Illustrated Biography of The Beatles By Tim Hill, Alison Gauntlett, Gareth Thomas, and Jane Ben

This is a documentary of one of the greatest bands of all time, and it's all in photos. We start at the beginning of the madness, with four guys from Liverpool, England. All very young, handsome, and most importantly, talented. In 1962, John Lennon, Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr started playing in a little band called The Beatles the ragtag team had created. Of course, they had only hoped for fame and fortune, never expected it.

Take a journey through time and see how the band came about, and how it all ended up. The memoir is in photographs, black and white and color, and has descriptive captions of what happened in every moment that has been brought to our attention in a small book.

There are a whole bunch of pictures in this book. If you like to see the lives of classic-rock bands, read it. Or rather, look at it.

Not My World 15,532.Endless Summer

I have written 80 posts before this one, and have over 800 page views. I think that says absolutely nothing important.

I'm really liking the blog design I have right now. It's pretty spring-ish... you know... with the green-ness? And trees?
I'm right.

I'm pretty sure only one person will know what two things the title of this post have to do with. Comment if you know how pathetic I was referencing those things together.

Speaking of pathetic, who here likes poetry? I like editing poetry, and sometimes writing, but I'm a better editor. I brought up poetry from pathetic because we're learning poetic devices, and one of them is pathetic fallacy. It means to personify nature. That kinda has to do with my blog design. Nature? Yeah...

Please don't tell me I'm the only one here who watches Dancing with the Stars. Season twelve just started, and there are some really good dancers on there. Hines Ward, Sugar Ray Leonard, and Ralph Macchio were all really good. The judges are as always really dramatic about everything, but they gave out some pretty good scores. And some really bad. I think someone got a 14, but I can't remember who. I thought it was pretty peculiar that they started with a fox trot. That looks like a hard dance for the first night. There is always a Cha-cha-cha on the first episode, so that was no surprise. The new episode is Monday night, at 8:00pm eastern time. You might want to try watching it sometime. Be careful with some of the dances, though. It's all ballroom, so no ballet, tap, or modern. It may not be for you. I'm just a dancer.

That was a huge paragraph up there. I'm gonna get going now. I'll just take a nap, or not. I really don't know. Bye.

The Un-Crayolafying of Everything

I'm very happy. Blogger has my font set at Arial immediately. They also count it as a real word. Thank you, Blogger.

Thank's to you absolutely flawless readers, I've hit 800 page views. I'm now content with my life.

So, in yesterday's post, I said that I would tell you about what happened on Monday that made me feel like an actual female. One of my guy-friends (who is pretty cute, I might add) was talking to me in math class about his girlfriend and stuff like that. Then the subject of one of my friends came up, who is a bit boy crazy came up. Being the confusing person he is, my friend (and Zombieman13 is a wittness) kissed my hand. IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS!!! My math teacher didn't even notice! It was so funny.

Well, due to my curfew, I have to say... So long. Farewell. Aufiedersein. Adieu.

Indecisive-ness-tivity

I am such a girl, it bothers me. Sometimes, I wish I were a guy. Though I did have my first girly moment in my life on Monday. I'll explain that later in the post.

After all of my hard, painstaking, back-breaking work on my blog design, I'm not very happy with it. I just think it's a little too childish for a mature, intellectual, like myself. Maybe I'm just being stupid and need to deal with it. Despite what I said two sentences ago, I think I'm being too girly, indecisive, and kinda dumb. I think I'll end up spending all night (that is, until I go to bed) working on it.

I'm almost half-way through To Kill A Mokingbird. And just to let MsMcCartney know, I've been looking through the Beatles book, and I'll get it to you on Friday. The pictures are pretty cool.

Okay, I'm right now listening to Spice and Wolf, an anime that my friend recomended to me the other day. I'm about half-way through the first episode. It's really good, but it's moving pretty fast. I really like the character Kraft Laurence. He's pretty awesome, and I love his voice actor. And Holo speaks without using contractions, but she's pretty funny. The girl gives Laurence such a hard time. She stole his clothes in episode one! And she didn't even know his name. It was really hilarious.

Okay, I'm off to re-design my blog for the ten-millionth time. Oh, I almost forgot. I've gotten about 795 page views. Thanks guys.

The Mission Complete

There are no beginnings, just a place a story picks up something new.

                                                                                                                                    - Cami Errant

On December 9, 2010, I was given a choice between two pieces of music that at the time, I thought to be impossible to play. My piano teacher (who I will give the name "Master" for the sake of the story), said I should play one for a prestigious competition in my community. The two compositions were written by Burgmuller, a Baroque musician. They were in a progressive book, numbers twenty-four and twenty-five. I had also played a piece in that book called Arabesque, which was only number two. The Swallow and The Knight Errant were both challenging pieces, no doubt. But Master was sure I could either of them in March, the month of the competition.

One week later, I returned to my piano teacher's house, with confidence in my choice.

I had tried to play both pieces, at least a little, to get the feel for them. Number twenty-four, The Swallow, was my favorite of the compositions. Only two pages in length, it had a gorgeous melody, and a consistent theme. The other piece, The Knight Errant, was much more precarious. First of all, the piece was three pages long, and it had to memorized, which I thought would be impossible with a piece at that level. Secondly, there was hardly a recurring theme. The first melody was repeated three times total in the entire song. Third, there were thirty-second notes! I didn't even know how to count those! The entire thing was crazy. It sounded cool, in and of itself, but a pianist at my level, I thought, could not possibly play something so challenging.

Inside Master's house, I played for her most of The Swallow, since I had gotten pretty good at it. I was sure she would be pleased with my progress on my favorite piece in the book. Master seemed content. Like most of the songs in the book, it was considerably fast, but I was pretty sure I could handle the speed. The song used a lot of peddling, which at this point in time, I thought I was pretty good at. So overall, The Swallow was my number one choice.
Next, she asked me to play what I had worked on in The Knight Errant. I hadn't done much work on it, since it was so difficult. The beginning chords were a bit of a stretch, so I didn't do very well on them. Master said that is was fine, and that it was quite a bit harder than number twenty-four. I explained to her that The Swallow was my primary choice. I was a bit surprised to hear her disagree. She said that The Knight Errant was much more of a "me" piece. I thought it was too hard. Still, she persisted, and I caved in, and took on that work of art that would be my project for the four months to come.

The following night, I was sitting at my piano, too far back on the bench, looking at Knight, and not knowing where to start. I studied the opening. Dynamic: Piano. I saw that at the end of the second line, there was repeat sign, which meant I would have to play it again. Oh joy. I recall sitting for ten minutes doing nothing but staring at the dead trees. Then I fell apart. In my extreme worry, I started talking to my parents, who were making dinner. Despite all of my well thought-out fear, they continued their attempts at reassuring me I would be fine. I had all of winter break to practice it. And that's exactly what I did.


In the beginning of January, I returned to my piano teacher's house. Feeling much more confident than when I had last been here, I explained the state of the piece. I had figured out all of it. It was slower than written tempo, and a little sloppy, but what can you expect? I played through all that I could, trying to exaggerate dynamics and melodies, while keeping things even. Once I'd finished, Master gave me a hug.

It took another three months to get The Knight Errant in a state of slightly pure beauty, but that was all I'd wanted. The competition ended up going pretty well, though I didn't win. I wasn't too surprised. It wasn't my best performance, but definitely not my worst. I was critiqued very well, on things I knew I had to work on, and on things I hadn't heard before, like not sitting far enough forward in my seat. In the end, I was content. It was a one-shot deal, but that's how it's going to work. Just yesterday evening, I had a piano recital for Master's studio. I was the second-to-last performer, going in order of level. The last student to play was a graduating senior playing a Chopin piece. I was a lot more comfortable thinking it wasn't all about me, but that I had the honor of opening for the seniors concert. I made virtually no mistakes, which made me happy. But what made me really happy, was listening to Nocturne, and thinking back on my experience with the Knight. It may be pushing it, but he is my friend.

I went through a lot of changes with this guy riding by my side. I pulled my hair out on grades, friends, and everything else under the sun. But when it came to problems with him, I never got very mad, or offended, or hurt. I talked things out slowly, and we came to the end in perfect harmony.

So now, my journey is complete. Our battle is over, not won. Well, not entirely. And one thing's for sure, I had a great time with you, Knight. Thank you.

I Crayolafied Everything

Yeah, if you're reading this post that will be pretty short, my blog is already extremely colorful. I over-killed it with the colors in the header. I think it looks cool, but also kinda childish. Oh well. I like colors. I have to go already. It's my sister's 16th Birthday Party going on. Adios.

Shout-Outs!

This is another nothing post. Someone tell me what to read. I want to review something.


Time for a list of shout-outs.


1) Nai: Thank you so much for my fantastic new blog header! I love it so much, and re-designed my blog to match it.


2) Japan: My heart goes out to all of the people that have been effected by the terrible earthquake and tsunami. I can't imagine what the people are going through. I wish I could do something to help.


3) My Piano Teacher: I want to thank you for being a great, supportive, down to business teacher who helped me prepare for my competition.


4) The Winner: An Upper-classman at my school won the competition I mentioned above. Congratulations.


5) My Parents: For always being very supportive and helping me in my times of emotional need. I now am more confident in myself and realize who I want to be. I know what kind of a person I want to be seen as, thanks to you.


That was a little mix of good jobs, get well soons, and thank yous. I hope that I got something worthwhile written. Bye guys.