break=bliss me=randocrazy

I looooove that it's only tuesday. randocrazy incoming

-A few days ago i played ITG (harder/better form of DDR) with my brother, which was cool. I mean spending time with your 17 year old brother when he actually wants you there is a plus. I never thought that i'd regain my summer callouses until around july, but doing ITG barefoot on the metal dance pad proved that theory wrong. So yeah, the only minus is that he kept on telling me to put on shoes and use the bar (there's a bar on the back of the pad for support) but I'm too small to reach the front arrow and hold the bar at the same time >.< I think it was designed for bigger people, or I'm just used to the smaller squish pad and shoes are a liability, you can't feel the pad at all. Obviously, ITG is awesome.

-Found a cool place in the middle of a cattail field that's trampled down and cool to hang in. I wish it was... more in the middle though, but I think we'd probably hit some sort of pond.

-I wish I wasn't in Minnesota. I wish I was in Ireland or Montana mostly. Well actually almost anywhere would do. Except for like... Tennessee. But ooooooh well. It's break so that totally does not matter!!! I will revel in the (sigh) very nice packing snow? I made a crocodile sculpture.

-Blah blah blah, MGMT is still auk-some. One of their songs is a really awesome critique of pop culture/celebrities. Totally owns. I'm not really sure what to call their music, it's like a bit of techno/electro eighties and i guess alternative rock. I want more post-hardcore-emo-alternative-punk-dream pop! (emily, you know what i'm talking about) like Kennedy by Kill Hannah. I guess i'm just a sucker for the voice and catchyness.

-I believe I'm going to be mocked for saying "Dateful Gread" for the rest of forever. What can i say, it was late, i was slurring my words. Speaking of slurring my words, I am so out of it as of like 6 o'clock (it's nine 30 now). I'm not sure if I'm sick, or tired or dehydrated or all of the above. But this is not a fun way to spend break. I'll just try to sleep it off, and if that doesn't work, then i've narrowed it down to two. Anyway, so if I die, you guys are all invited to my funeral. so ummm ya, that was weird. bring flowers. and chocolate. for my afterlife. (o.O)

-I want to do something different with my hair when I cut it. (don't worry, i'm not about to go Christian siriano on you.) just like a "v" shaped line instead of straight or something random like that. Mohawk time! no, i look really bad with hair shorter than my shoulders. it's insanely poofy. think

-Sorry, that was random. i will spend this last bullet further wasting your valuable time by apologizing for wasting your valuable time! I am Cordially Sorrye and I will, as always, refund it if you wish. Your time will be emailed back to you in 1-2 months by one of our caring employees. i assure that our readers are our highest priority and we almost value you.

Heh

As my brother would say, "ha, OWNED!" I was a bit worried about my debate, with kevin, who was being completely obnoxious. I didn't know how terrible his debate would be then. He was debating for beauty pageants and I was against.
ha, OWNED factors:
-He had three rebuttle questions when he was only supposed to have one so the teacher said I could answer any ones I wanted. But I had perfect answers for all of them so I totally owned him. He was like "has anybody ever gotten hurt in a beauty pageant" and I responded with my "200 people died and 89 were injured in a religous riot in Nigeria because of the Ms. World pageant."
-The class all voted for me. Nobody voted for him. Ours was the only debate where that happened.
-The teacher got almost all of her scholarship money from beauty pageants and won a few and she said that she would have voted for me.
-She also said that she had to basically spoon feed kevin all of the information.
-Kevin had like totally been a jerk about taunting me before hand and he was a sore loser.

So I am happy. Plus tomorrow is a b-day and after that is spring break. But being this happy all day (minus band, it was sort of infuriating considering my flute is being effy.) means that I am going to crash tonight. But that's a sort of small price to pay for being able to be pretty happy all day...

I thought that this was interesting to look at. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:World_happiness.png

So not much else is new, joey is stupid, we finished the creepy movie, i cleaned my pit, i cleaned my room, started a new embroidery floss braceletthing... yay.

Good day.

(booo, i have an LA project.)

TLIOS

(thank god it's only saturday) If it was a sunday i'd die. i hate sundays and I have a serious amount of sleep to catch up on. well i'm not too far behind but i'm anticipating the coming week.

ha! phantom of the opera = ha! It wasn't bad to watch but it helped that we sort of talked and made fun of the characters through all of the long singing parts (consequently i may have missed two or three pledges of love to one guy or another.) but it was SO hard not to laugh up a lung during the "angel of music watching over me" parts in the chapel.

MGMT = good. my brother got an album of them (they are a band). they are really current but they have a bit of a late 70s- early 90s sound in a lot of their music. I can't place what band they sound like right now erg. We also got "The Olivia Tremor Control" but they haven't really stroke me as epic yet. they sound like every other band besides themselves. like Pink Floyd, the Beatles, Beck, BRMC and even more Beatles. Emily you might like them. On the music topic i found who did Underground and it's by... (drum roll) Tinchy Strider. Okay that person has serious name problems. anyway, they are british which is the only tolerable form of hiphop that i've found.

Well. it's snowing/snowed. i can't say i'm completely thrilled. It's absolutely beautiful but i've been looking forward to some green. don't mind me nature, i'm just suffering. but i hope it doesn't get too warm too fast because i've completely outgrown all of my spring clothing so i'm going to have to start from scratch as soon as it's not long pants weather. and i'll procrastinate shopping for like way too long.

i'm trying to learn my learning targets. that is my one of my only "worry area" assignment, which feels sooo blissful. 5 more days until spring break, i have no projects and only 2 worrisome tests, one more day of weekend and um good music. see, i am capable of writing a blogpost that is less than 30% whining and ranting! (i'm so proud)

Ahhhhhh

Done with current events. didn't do that great of a job, but hey. it's done. i'll get what i get. normally i'd care. if this project was worth a passing glance. It's pointless hard busy work with arbitrary guide lines. But it's nice to have that and the book project done. phew. and the spanish oral test. phew. So today was a really nice day! i've had my windows opened all day and god it's made an improvement on my room. Not that i've been like burning incense in my room or anything (>.>) but it's nice not having it smelling like every meal that i've ever eaten in here and all the hand lotion i've ever had to use. I much prefer the smell of the first robin coming back, melting snow dripping from roofs and grass peaking out of its winter blanket. Ah the poetry of warm weather.

so i walked to the library in my boots and as usual my socks fell of inside my boots (grrr!) but this time i like almost died. My feet got so hot and i got this gigantic blisters (owww) so I ended up walking down the train tracks with one foot bare at a time (not recommended). Least pleasant thing that has happened all day.

I am moderately disgusted with my mom. So i'm in here doing my homework on the lappy and she comes in looking completely upset and devastated. So i'm all deer-in-the-headlights, waiting for her to say something and she frowns and says. "I thought you weren't supposed to have the laptop in your room." i roll over and die inside. "I just need to email some..." insert trailing off and vagueness here. "what's wrong?" it turns out our old neighbor died, she was a really nice old woman. But how the hell can my mom come to tell me that, but first, more importantly ask me why the lappy is in my room? it's a stupid rule and as you can tell i am totally not abiding by it. :D Oh that reminds me, another reason to get my own apartment. Or kitchenette at least.

Hmmm so life is pretty boring. that's why i haven't posted anything for a while. i'm not doing anything artistic besides handsewing (:D) but i'm planning a newspaper collage with all of the extra that I have from current events. And the closest i've gotten to writing is... thinking about writing? I drew a pretty rose in art... .... that was another exciting artistic update from maggie. Thank you and have a good night.

no, anyway. Max ride is pretty disappointing and i'm almost done. 1 and 2 were the best (sigh).

oh! quote of the day. During book sharing.
Person: "The main character of my book is this girl. At school she's not very popular."

Kelsey: "What a depressing book!"

on that note, have a good night. (and school tomorrow, and then weekend! Weekends: the breif lull in the endless cycle of school homework sleep school homework sleep school homework sleep.)

THY DEMONNE HATH BEEN SLANE'D UPON!

WAHAHAHAHA! i'm done with solofest. forever. until next year. >.< just kill me now....

So i had the science teacher from last year that was on teamo supremo. she said my rhythm was very good but i need more breath because at the end of phrases i went flat. it wasn't actually my breath more of a poor embroture to carry the breath. i've, of course, done better. right now i'm estimating a 24 because that's not too high or too low. oh well. it's over. and i don't care what i get as long as it isn't like exaggeratedly bad. I've decided the worst i get can get is a 5 because i definitely got a five in rhythm. ha.

that was enough excitement for a day, especially after yesterday felt like two days worth of consciousness. i felt like i could just go back to bed, but i still have stuff to do today (AHEM kids to feed in Africa! get a grip!) so i had to make my self The Works. (The Works: really really hot milk with a liberal amount of hot chocolate powder, a table spoon of white mocca powder, 1/2 teaspoon of vanilla extract and cinnamon. It's enough to wake up even the most lethargic maggie.)

now the rest of the weekend is fun! (yay current events?)

This is it

...I'm going in for the kill.... I'll get back to you once i'm done. we get our scores on tuesday.

60th post!

Solofest: i have decided that i don't give a s*** about it. i am going to play what I can. If my performance happens to completely not represent all of my practicing, thought and skill that has gone into it and how great I can actually make it sound AND how I can follow all of the "music rules" at once and if I make mistakes that I have never made before ever and have all my former mistakes done so well that they don't know how hard i've worked to correct them and happen to have a bad tone that morning because the amount of chapstick i have on isn't perfect enough to get my lips in between "papery dry and slippy" and "slippily coated in chapstick" and if I start warming up 1/2 way through the peice so I become out of tune with the piano or if I roll my flute a fraction of an inch in or out so that I become flat or sharp to the piano and if i run out of breath at a random spot in the piece because i feel particularly asthmatic that morning or forget to breath because of my nerves or just plain forget to breath AND if I get an really painful itch and I lose concentration for a second and screw up a few notes and get lost and start playing so loud at the start that I don't leave enough room for other dynamics and I start coughing in the middle of the solo or a dry mouth or tickle in my throat and have to stop and get counted off for it and my hands get hot and sweaty because i'm nervous and my embroture is slipping and I have to readjust my hands and I get counted off for slipping THEN I DON'T CARE. I DON'T CARE THAT MY WHOLE BAND GRADE IS GOING TO SLIP AND LOWER MY GPA AND HOURS AND HOURS OF PRACTICE WILL BE WASTED JUST FOR A 15/30 "POOR" AND THAT I CAN'T TAKE PERSONAL PRIDE AND SATISFACTION IN THE RELATIVELY PRETTY PIECE OF MUSIC I'VE LEARNED HOW TO PLAY. I DON'T CARE THAT ALL MY BROTHER EVER GOT WAS "SUPERIORS" AND MY PARENTS WILL BE HORRIFIED WHEN THEY SEE MY SCORE AND MAKE ME PRACTICE A BUNCH EVERYDAY WHERE THEY CAN SEE ME. I DON'T CARE IF MY SKILL IS UNDERREPRESENTED IN ANYWAY AND THAT I MIGHT JUST CRACK UNDER THE STRESS AND WRITE SOME SORT OF COOKY ENTRY ON MY BLOG. (oops i already did.)

as you can see, it's relatively hard not to care about solofest. i wish i didn't give a s***. but the band department has made that extremely difficult. And like almost all of that is practically out of my freaking control! though my life is going to improve by like 90% once it's over. wow, just writing in all of those caps makes me feel like i was yelling. my throat hurts now!
I actually can speak even though throughout the day my ability to speak has been hindered. I talked plenty at lunch because it's hard not to but i paid dearly for it in LA because my throat hurt like hell.

on a happier flute note (haha punny), i just was taking a break from my solo and started doing improvisation and I ended up pacing around the room, playing this awesome made up song that went on for like four minutes. i love it so much! I wish I had saved it and recorded it. I wasn't paying attention to what notes I was playing, some of them weren't even legit notes, or at least not the most commonly used fingerings. It just came so easily without thinking! that is what matters to me about playing flute, not trying to remember: rhythm, dynamics, fingerings, tone, breath, tonguing, tempo, key and key change, etc. etc. etc. all at once and still trying to make something sound pretty.

I want to draw people! I want to go outside! It's so nice out! I want to go the library! I want to take pictures of the pretty meltiness! no maggie, you fool! *whiplash* go back to your solo piece or yull taste my fist, maggot!