thursday, december 10, 1998
- twin peaks -
| Right now I am between the two concerts of today. There was one during school, and there will be one tonight at 7ish. Our concerts usually go for about one hour. The first one was during our band class! We performed for most of the students at the school. It went okay, except I think I was a little out of tune which bugged the crap out of me. The second one is tonight at our brand new state of the art auditorium as well. I wonder how the big concert in Chicago shall go. I have lost count of all the concerts we have done. And If you add in rehearsals in sectionals it is scary. I can't emphasize that fact enough... This concert eats up the time as some such sort of flesh eating virus. Christmas break will be very special for me because that will be freedom from all this. On the other hand I feel sort of glamorous.. Not like dresses and make up... But romanticized. Yea.. I am in very prestigious thing. I dress in tuxedos, I perform in a world famous hall, I get to be on tour almost. And now I understand what it is like. I will even better once I get back from Chicago. |
Today I helped MeLisa finish off the cover for her mother's poetry book.
It's really good. It makes me feel very special to be a art of that.
She promised me a copy when they print it out. I am excited.
I feel special to be part of such a cool project. The title is "A
Mark of the Heart: a collection of poems." The cover, which I was
scanning and puzzling together for her. (It was big) Was of a young
ballet student with a sort of wise ghostly teacher behind her, gently helping.
MeLisa is an amazing artist... It makes me jealous! But she
really need my help on those computers! Hehehe... Although
she learns! And she absorbs! We are quite close in Japanese
class too, but I have Shoko and such to help me so I've been having quite
an edge on her! Enough about her.
Right now I am typing this up on a semi crappy and extremely useful computer that my father got from school for free. My sister needs to type up some essay downstairs on the nice computer. If you ask me I'll deny it, but I think she wants to grab a game of scorched earth too while she's there. Oh well. I'm not mad. And after all - this is my journal, I'm not gonna hide my thoughts just because it's public! |next page| |