Day 110

Congratulations to my amazing cousin Olivia for graduating today!!!! But fuck you for doing it before me ;)

Day 109

So long as I'm at my Mom's house where my piano is, I figure I should practice. So that's what I've been doing. A lot. Every day. I found a few scale/technique/whatever books and I have no idea where they came from. Just found them in my boxes of music, so I warm up with them. I noticed two cut out pieces of newspaper stuck in this one. The articles didn't make sense and were cut up. So I flipped them over to see what was on the other side. It was Jesus. And Mary. Not sure what they were doing there...

Day 108

I did Easter again this year at IUP. There weren't as many orphans this year and there was an earlier studio dinner so there weren't as many people as last year, but it was still fun. I got paper plates. After last year I learned my damn lesson. I spent all morning making dinner, finished it right as everyone was walking in the door, ate for about 2 minutes, then started doing dishes because we ran out and had nothing to eat on or with for dessert. SO - lesson learned. Paper plates, plastic cups, and fuck the environment. I managed to finish everything almost all at the same time, within about 5 or 10 minutes. Tiff had some fun with the plates when she got back (she was at her parent's house for dinner). I made a last minute trip to the market and spotted this easter bunny cake wreck. The picture does not capture the true horror. 

Day 107

This was taken at one of the Johnstown competitions. I lol'd because at the time, this looked like a little cartoon Dre in a dress (his hair was getting big). 

Day 106

This is driving me insane. Somewhere alone the line, my days got screwed up. I have one blank, pictureless entry on this. So today is day one hundred six, meaning it should be my 107th post. HOWEVER, it's my 108th. I've gone back to the 80s trying to sort it out and so far I can't figure out where I went wrong. This will torture me until I find my error. *EDIT* - found it. Had a draft saved by accident which was being counted as a post. All's well again.

This is the mallrat. He and I gave a recital on April 26th, the day after I got back from the orchestra tour (more to come on that). Each of the practice rooms holds an instrument and a collection of two drawer file cabinets. Each file cabinet is owned by a percussionist. It's where we keep... well... whatever. Mine has a bunch of music, my mallets on top, my met, basically whatever I need quickly and don't have time to run downstairs for (downstairs is where our lockers are). My cabinet, along with 9 others, are in this room - the ringaphone room. So named because it houses that ringaphone (seen behind mallrat). We have trashcans in our rooms because we're messy and we need them. We do not have trash cans in there so we can throw out our condoms after having shady practice room sex. Now you understand Mallrat's disapproving, yet curious, glare at this discarded (empty?) condom we found in the ringaphone room trash can.

Ladies and gentlemen

Of the cogswell high class of 1999

I have one piece of advice for you

No matter what a percussionst tells you

There is no sex in the ringaphone room

NONE

Oh, there's a ringaphone in the ringaphone room

But you don't want a ringaphone 

You want sex

And there's no sex in the ringaphone room

aaaaaaaaaaand a million points if you know what I'm talking about here.

Day 105

Welcome to the world Vivian :) Happy Birthday to my beautiful new niece!

Day 104

My Mom sent me "hang in there" end of the semester brownies. :)

Speaking of end of the semester, sorry I've abandoned this. Life started to suck a little, things got really freaking hectic, and every free minute I had I was sleeping or doing work. I do have pictures saved up though. I'm hoping to update this in depth and soon. Don't get your hopes up though. I'm leaving tomorrow morning at ass o'clock to start this three day orchestra tour, then my recital is the day after we get back. Lots to say though...