Today was a very important day. Today, we received a very special “legal document from the department, THE DEPARTMENT GIRLS” that listed out all our subjects and the levels at which we will be examined, and the point of it all is to check and make sure that everything is right as rain so we’re all set for the ezzamms. We were also told to check such things as our names and ages because, according to my principal, if your name is spelled wrong on that sheet it will follow you for the rest of your life! You will be “Valery Lotus” forever more! The temptation to put down “Seymore Butts” in the little change-of-name box was almost overwhelming. (I didn’t do it)
I am so tired though. Wrecked. All the time. And it hasn’t got so far into this whole LC thing that I’m allowed be in a bad mood all day every day, a door-slamming, exahale-and-roll-of-eyes type of mood, without someone calling me out on it. I’m looking forward to that. The freedom to grind your teeth and shoot dirty looks whenever and wherever you please! The snappy retorts! It’s like freedom to be my true horrible self.
Now that’s not true. I am a nice person really, and I only retort snappily when absolutely necessary 😉
I took a look at our exam timetable the other day, of course Music is on the second last day and of course I’m going to have to remain under house arrest (of sorts) for a week while everyone else is living it up, footloose and fancy free. (Of course I have just discovered formatting. And yes, I just pulled a triple attack of bold, italics AND strikethrough on your sorry asses.) On the upside, I can concentrate on my set works for that week. Berlioz, Mozart, Deane and the Beatles. Deane is so totally wtf. I am the only one in the class who doesn’t squirm and grimace when my teacher tentatively suggests we might revise it, and that’s only because I’m amazed that someone would actually think to make music like that. Anyone who hasn’t heard it…the first few bars would give you an idea of the whole thing. Squeaks, squawks, Psycho-style saw violins…yurp. Fun fun.
Anyone doing anything fascinating/weird in their practicals? Unfortunately I was not blessed with the patience required to succeed at musical instruments, I have tried and failed at guitar and piano several times because I actually cannot grasp the concept of practice. It is horrible I know, but I expect to see results in everything instantly and when I don’t…I’m all “Kthnxbai.” So I’ll just be singing. Ughhh, singing. Quel ennui, I know.
You can tell I like this here blogging, can’t you? 🙂