The Emerald City

just random things

Posted in irritation,life,music,relationships by Scaramouche on 22 March, 2007

Okay, so this semester at school I’m taking an instrumental music course. It kicks copious amounts of ass. Today, for example, we were doing a Literacy test practice and ended up dancing and basically arsing around, while my friend Esther laughed her face off until she had no face anymore. It was glory. Unfortunately, there is a slight fly in the ointment. A fly named Brendan.

He’s a friend of mine, and he’s not actually in my class, but he signs in anyway because he has a spare. He plays clarinet, and I’m sure he’s good at it, but now he’s trying to learn flute (my instrument). He keeps trying to get me to teach him. He seems to have no comprehension of the fact that I have work to do too! I’m there because it’s my class that I love and want to finish on time. I am NOT there to teach him in his futile endeavour.

Music really is one of my favourite things in the world. I couldn’t live without it. It’s my ambition to be on Broadway (I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned that before, but I’m pretty sure I have) and I intend to make it. I sing. I sing every day and I never stop. I love singing. I’m good, too. I will actually be performing sometime soon. Springtime, I think. I know I’ll be singing “Moon River”, and “Cry Me A River” (the jazz one, not Justin Timberlake) if I can find it. It will be fantastical. Also, probably the first time I’ll be singing for my boyfriend. I’m scared.

<(^_^<) (>^_^)> It dances! <(^_^<) (>^_^)>


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