I played a concert on Thursday night and my dad and brother came down to see it. We did "Hammersmith" by Holst. It was the only piece I really enjoyed playing. I was so proud of how well I did on that piece, it was close to flawless. The sectionleader, Nick (the perpetual dick), even told me how good I sounded a few times. I was happy.
My lesson on Thursday was interesting, though. Apparently I only had to test out of the extended melodic minor scales, not all 48 like my TA had absent mindedly said. My horn prof let me test out of them all in the end, and I did a killer job...still at the end of my lesson, he had to leave me with his preachy bullshit. I think I figured out where Professor Waddell and I don't see eye to eye. At the end of every lesson, he has to give me this big schpeel about how horn applies to my life and how I suck. I can never leave there just feeling good. It is SO frustrating. It doesn't help the motivational problem at all. I think he's just trying to light a fire under my ass when he does it, but instead, I leave his studio, walk out of Weigel Hall onto College Avenue, and suck in a huge breath of air. It's never really a sigh of relief, but maybe more of frustration. I do it every time. I walk into the basement of Hughes, drop my horn into my locker, and allow myself to forget about it for the next day or two with the exception of rehearsals. This isn't the way I should feel after every lesson. That much I know for sure.
Everyone left to go home this weekend, but somehow I still found people to have a good time with. I IMed Noelle to see what she was up to and 10 minutes later Chad was picking me up to go with them to see jazz at the Southern Theatre. That was awesome, then we went to Chad's place to meet up with Randy and walked over to a party. It was a great party and I definitely drank too much. I ended up hugging the toilet - and THAT was embarassing. I hate puking at people's parties. Definitely NOT a good thing. Chad was tres cool though and made sure I got back ok, which was definitely nice of him.
I should get going though, I have a music theory midterm that I have to ace on Tuesday, and my aunt and undle who live near campus called me on Friday telling me that my grandparents are in town. So - I have to go eat with them at 4:30...YAY.
Finally, I have had 3 guys in 2 days tell me about how they want to get some ass, and then tell me about the chicks they're trying to get it from. I am flattered that they think I am a good enough friend to confide in, but hello people! I HAVE TITS, TOO! *sigh* To sum that up, Lindsay Ciulla is the epitomy of sexual frustration
My lesson on Thursday was interesting, though. Apparently I only had to test out of the extended melodic minor scales, not all 48 like my TA had absent mindedly said. My horn prof let me test out of them all in the end, and I did a killer job...still at the end of my lesson, he had to leave me with his preachy bullshit. I think I figured out where Professor Waddell and I don't see eye to eye. At the end of every lesson, he has to give me this big schpeel about how horn applies to my life and how I suck. I can never leave there just feeling good. It is SO frustrating. It doesn't help the motivational problem at all. I think he's just trying to light a fire under my ass when he does it, but instead, I leave his studio, walk out of Weigel Hall onto College Avenue, and suck in a huge breath of air. It's never really a sigh of relief, but maybe more of frustration. I do it every time. I walk into the basement of Hughes, drop my horn into my locker, and allow myself to forget about it for the next day or two with the exception of rehearsals. This isn't the way I should feel after every lesson. That much I know for sure.
Everyone left to go home this weekend, but somehow I still found people to have a good time with. I IMed Noelle to see what she was up to and 10 minutes later Chad was picking me up to go with them to see jazz at the Southern Theatre. That was awesome, then we went to Chad's place to meet up with Randy and walked over to a party. It was a great party and I definitely drank too much. I ended up hugging the toilet - and THAT was embarassing. I hate puking at people's parties. Definitely NOT a good thing. Chad was tres cool though and made sure I got back ok, which was definitely nice of him.
I should get going though, I have a music theory midterm that I have to ace on Tuesday, and my aunt and undle who live near campus called me on Friday telling me that my grandparents are in town. So - I have to go eat with them at 4:30...YAY.
Finally, I have had 3 guys in 2 days tell me about how they want to get some ass, and then tell me about the chicks they're trying to get it from. I am flattered that they think I am a good enough friend to confide in, but hello people! I HAVE TITS, TOO! *sigh* To sum that up, Lindsay Ciulla is the epitomy of sexual frustration
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