Mm. Thanksgiving. I hope everybody’s had as nice a Thanksgiving as I have. We went to eat with our friends in Champaign, and they’re really neat people. Musician/book people. They have an 8th grade daughter who is rather obsessing over Japan at the moment, as well as beginning to learn the language. I don’t think I actually spoke to her, but her mother really enjoyed talking with me about East Asian culture and the languages between China and Japan and so such. Anyhoo, I ate lots of food. Especially mashed potatoes. Mmm. And then we finished off the night with Earl Gray tea (teehee. I was actually thinking to myself what a shame it was that it wasn’t midnight and a full moon and actually possible to posess a tea prince. Sigh).
Eehee, I finished Howl’s Moving Castle in the car on the way to Champaign. The end was so good! I’m so happy it’s going to be the next Miyazaki movie! I was actually having some serious doubts about how things would turn out, because I got to the point where only ten or so pages were left, and there were still so many untied ends. But it all managed to wrap itself up in about five pages. It was excellent. It ended the exact way it should have. And then I got maybe fifty or so pages into Harry Potter and the Prizoner of Azkaban (I just couldn’t help myself. I don’t have books 1 or 2, else I would have actually started with those. I thought it would be appropriate having just seen the movie). I really don’t feel like doing anything this weekend. Just sitting around and reading. Unfortunately, I have to leave for Chicago at 7:30 tomorrow morning, so I can get my bow fixed. It broke the morning of IMEa, the same way it broke in April. Luckily, this time, I was prepared with a second bow. I wonder what could have gone wrong, though. The screw that gave is still pretty new! We’re taking it to Kenneth Warren & Son, who I’m not entirely sure I trust. They did a very shoddy job of rehairing my bow a couple years back, and I haven’t been comfortable with them since. They did, however, make my cello originally.
And there are those pesky madrigal dinners to ruin my Saturday and Sunday of perspective lazing. No, I’m actually excited. I’m just fretful of the fact that Sundays were days I used for lazing, and now I either have a days worth of rehearsing and driving, or a madrigal dinner. Muh. Oh well. I’m excited that I get to be feathery, anyway. And that I don’t have three really long monologues to know. Just eight legitimate lines. Yay!
And…excuse me as I get a sort of personal rant going. If I offend you somehow, too bad. I don’t know if I can quite call this senioritis, but I’m really sick of high school. Everything about it at this point is making me tired. Especially some of the people. I realize that I am quite happy being here in Normal, IL. I like my parents and my home, and what I do outside of school. But there are some certain people who drive me crazy, and I never realize this until I’m in company with them at school. Some of them are even my friends. I realized I have very few close friends. I can name five people who actually want to see me outside of a school setting. They call me, and invite me to do random things which I most of the time seem to have some crappy conflict with, but are immensely appreciated, regardless. What is sad, is that only one of these poeple actually goes to school with me currently *waves lovingly at Renata*. So being in school, I feel uncomfortable, and generally unwanted. And I get tired of it. Jamie and Megan are my best friends. But seeing as they can’t be at U-High every waking hour of the day with me, a-lonely I do become. And let’s face it, I do spend all my time either at U-High or rehearsing in Chicago/Morton. Then there’s Jeff and Emily, who go to school out East. Jeff actually called me before he got home, and we met yesterday (btw, he’s now a Harry Potter fan, which I’m relishing, since he made fun of me for it last year). And I’ve tried to arrange things with other people, occasionally, but it never works out for one reason or another. There’s always someone more important, or something major to conflict. So, I really can’t wait until I can leave high school, try to find a place where my presence may actually be appreciated, simply for being. Not just because it is a prime musician and can accompany a band, or because it can help some other person with music theory. Yeah. I’m sure the gist is gotten. I feel really good right now *nods*
P.S. Renata–I almost sent you a Howler from the HP website ^_^ But I changed my mind when all the messages were negative.