Quote from "Happiness" in You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. I don't know who wrote it.
Yesterday was the whole incidient with the crazy trespassing guy and me calling 911 and totally spazzing out and Erik was there but he was silent. I'm listening to Rent and remembering when I first got the CD and following along in the libretto and feeling a strong feeling of thankfulness toward Jonathon Larson and Anthony Rapp.
I'm supposed to be doing my history homework. Did you know Emannuel Swedenborg is mentioned in Les Miserables by Victor Hugo?
Inspiration for a new phic by the play 'Mother Courage". Somehow Erik takes in a girl who can't talk and is amazing on flute. She can't read literature, but she can read music and spells her name out "A-B-B-E" and Erik decides she means Abby. Then Erik tries to teach her to read but he isn't sure if she is learning. There is general confusion about how smart she is and then in the end she saves Erik from some kind of peril at the cost of her life.
I need to keep working, so ttyl!
Thursday, September 28
Wednesday, September 20
IRISH BUTTER con't
Yesterday I was going to make brioches, but it didn't end well. I got to the step when you add eggs. One of the eggs was all bloody and the yolk had a lump on it like it was fertilized. I was really depressed. So we had to throw it all away. And then I forgot to ask Ms. Sommer if I would even get extra credit if I brought them in. Then today my mom went to Trader Joe's and got more IRISH BUTTER, but she got salted, and you can't bake with salted butter! So tomorrow I have to ask Ms. Sommer about the brioches.
I don't know what else to say.
ttyl!
I don't know what else to say.
ttyl!
Tuesday, September 19
IRISH BUTTER
Just reliving seeing WICKED over the summer while listening to Idina Menzel belt out "The Wizard and I."
So the problem about what to do with the IRISH BUTTER is solved. And my mom says butter keeps really well so it won't go bad any time soon. I am going to make brioches! I'm hoping Ms. Sommer will give me extra credit for making a vocab word. Brioches are really hard, so I have to get up at 4am to make them. I hope I can do it. The hardest bread I've ever made is challah. It took a very very long time. Some eight hours, I believe. So I've mapped out my brioche making time. I have to start at 7pm this evening and should be done by 6:30 tomorrow morning.
God, I love Wicked.
I should do my binary composition. I think I'll do a ternary composition instead. I just have to slightly rewrite a guitar duet and then I should be good.
What am I supposed to do with all these stupid Spanish vocab flash cards? I don't think I'll ever use them ever. It seems like such a waste to recycle them. Maybe I'll do it anyway. It's recycling!
I think for my Sophomore Speech, I want to do something like "Restaurants should put in their menus where and how their seafood and fish were caught so customers can be more aware about what they are ordering." But that's not really an issue, so it would be hard to find another side to it.
ttyl!
So the problem about what to do with the IRISH BUTTER is solved. And my mom says butter keeps really well so it won't go bad any time soon. I am going to make brioches! I'm hoping Ms. Sommer will give me extra credit for making a vocab word. Brioches are really hard, so I have to get up at 4am to make them. I hope I can do it. The hardest bread I've ever made is challah. It took a very very long time. Some eight hours, I believe. So I've mapped out my brioche making time. I have to start at 7pm this evening and should be done by 6:30 tomorrow morning.
God, I love Wicked.
I should do my binary composition. I think I'll do a ternary composition instead. I just have to slightly rewrite a guitar duet and then I should be good.
What am I supposed to do with all these stupid Spanish vocab flash cards? I don't think I'll ever use them ever. It seems like such a waste to recycle them. Maybe I'll do it anyway. It's recycling!
I think for my Sophomore Speech, I want to do something like "Restaurants should put in their menus where and how their seafood and fish were caught so customers can be more aware about what they are ordering." But that's not really an issue, so it would be hard to find another side to it.
ttyl!
Monday, September 18
Do not Obfuscate the Paternal Brioche of Antiquity's Excerpt from the Felonious Verisimilitude of The Ethical Electorate of Posthumous Paupers!
Woo vocab.... So I haven't written in a long long time and I'm not going to recap the entire three months that I haven't written about. Basically I should be studying for my vocab test tomorrow, reading the AcDec papers, doing my binary composition, and practicing my clarinet, but I don't really feel like it right now. My mom came home from Boston today. I was going to make her cookies with my cool IRISH BUTTER but my dad made pie so I didn't. Now my IRISH BUTTER is going to go bad! Maybe I should make cookies anyway. But with the pie we have enough dessert.
I feel like I have more homework I should be doing... but I don't. Wow.
Last Friday I went to Rancho's Family dinner thing with KK. It wasn't much fun, but it was nice to see Isabel again. Plus KK won the cake walk. But the fun part was singing with KK. I like singing. I feel like all my blog entries are about singing, when it's actually a very small part of my life. We sang the little bit with Eponine and Cosette in the Finale of Les Miserables. It's my favorite part. I like singing Eponine's part. I transcribed it for my ear training homework.
We're reading A Tale of Two Citiesby Charles Dickens in English. There was a very good monologue that I would like to record.
"O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tel you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear! If you hear in my voice - I don't know that it is so, but I hope it is - if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that if before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I tell you, dearest dear, that your agony is over, and that I have come here to take you from it, and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest, I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste, and of our native France so wicked to you, weep for it, weep for it! And if, when I shal tell you of my name, and of my father you is living, and of my mother who is dead, you learn that I have to kneel to my honoured father, and implore his pardon for having never for his sake striven all day and lain awake and wept all night, because the love of my poor mother hid his torture from me, weep for iot, weep for it! Weep for her, then, and for me! Good gentlemen, thank God! I feel his sacred tears upon my face, and his sobs strike against my heart. O, see! Thank God for us, thank God!"
My hands hurt now. I am going to memorize this and say it to Erik one day. Now I am going to go eat some pie.
ttyl!
I feel like I have more homework I should be doing... but I don't. Wow.
Last Friday I went to Rancho's Family dinner thing with KK. It wasn't much fun, but it was nice to see Isabel again. Plus KK won the cake walk. But the fun part was singing with KK. I like singing. I feel like all my blog entries are about singing, when it's actually a very small part of my life. We sang the little bit with Eponine and Cosette in the Finale of Les Miserables. It's my favorite part. I like singing Eponine's part. I transcribed it for my ear training homework.
We're reading A Tale of Two Citiesby Charles Dickens in English. There was a very good monologue that I would like to record.
"O, sir, at another time you shall know my name, and who my mother was, and who my father, and how I never knew their hard, hard history. But I cannot tel you at this time, and I cannot tell you here. All that I may tell you, here and now, is, that I pray to you to touch me and to bless me. Kiss me, kiss me! O my dear, my dear! If you hear in my voice - I don't know that it is so, but I hope it is - if you hear in my voice any resemblance to a voice that once was sweet music in your ears, weep for it, weep for it! If you touch, in touching my hair, anything that recalls a beloved head that lay on your breast when you were young and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to you of a Home that if before us, where I will be true to you with all my duty and with all my faithful service, I bring back the remembrance of a Home long desolate while your poor heart pined away, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I tell you, dearest dear, that your agony is over, and that I have come here to take you from it, and that we go to England to be at peace and at rest, I cause you to think of your useful life laid waste, and of our native France so wicked to you, weep for it, weep for it! And if, when I shal tell you of my name, and of my father you is living, and of my mother who is dead, you learn that I have to kneel to my honoured father, and implore his pardon for having never for his sake striven all day and lain awake and wept all night, because the love of my poor mother hid his torture from me, weep for iot, weep for it! Weep for her, then, and for me! Good gentlemen, thank God! I feel his sacred tears upon my face, and his sobs strike against my heart. O, see! Thank God for us, thank God!"
My hands hurt now. I am going to memorize this and say it to Erik one day. Now I am going to go eat some pie.
ttyl!
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