Focus

an amazing song. i love it lots, it's got this little chorus in the background going, "la la la la lalalalala!!" so chipper. i guess you'd hafta listen to it to understand. it's by john reuben, btw.

anyways, that's entirely beside the point. of course, what the point is, i'm not entirely sure either. i'll make up a point. today is now mother's day. i have yet to make a card. however, i did make a cake. it is quite the creation. three layers of chocolate, filled with whipped cream, and topped with more chocolate, it is a full twelve inches of glory. sadly, i turned my back on it for a minute, and the middle layer crumbled into a soggy heap, creating a deep schism in the previous uniformity of my cake. moving quickly in my panic, i managed to piece most of it back together again, hopefully my mother does not mind the slightly disheveled state it is in..

i had my very last piano recital thing today. twas very exciting. i nervously entered the large church where thirty people sat. i wished i had succeeded in my earlier attempts to make myself sick, in hopes that i could skip out on the recital if i threw up. but, having failed, here i stood, wringing my hands, face red, longing for some air circulation. i looked in the program, and i was about halfway into the evening. saddened, i slumped unto my seat, awaiting my doom. as i listened to the amazingly good pianists (i'm completely not kidding, these kids were like borderline genius crazy good pianists), i watched sympathetically as a father firmly grasped a small writhing child by the hand, and led him outside. i have to say, i didn't envy that little boy.
then. there it was. my name. and oh horrors! my turn. blushing, i attempted to walk up to the front of the church as gracefully as possible. the aisle seemed awfully long, and a million thoughts went racing through my head as i walked up, such as, "wait, what songs am i playing, again?" and "wow, i'm SO hungry!" (i had failed to eat any substantial food during the course of the day as i was too nervous to eat). i seated myself at the piano, and began as loud as i could. i think i startled some of the older grandparents, who had just been lulled to sleep by being serenaded with some beautiful melodies. but, my discordant clash of chords woke everybody in the house up. i figured that if it was loud enough, they wouldn't hear the notes too well, and wouldn't notice if i messed up. i still don't know if my plan worked, but at the effect was dramatic. sadly, on my second piece, i completely blanked out, and began improvising. tragically, this is the girl that can't improvise to save her life. soooo, i just skipped that section of the song and went down to a different part. it was pretty much thrilling. but, i am now finished!! and i got ice cream afterwards, so that was fun :) rhubarb ice cream is pretty much the best. i recommend it highly.
earlier, i got to see spiderman 3. that was much fun. i had a seat-mate (YNH for those of you who knows what that means) muttering along with the movie. comments such as "finish the omelette!" "how's my driving?" and "what?! he's crying again?!" were frequent throughout the dramatic scenes. of course, there was always the little kid behind us who shrieked, "spiderman won!" after the battle scenes... much hilarity ensued, and i was having a hard time not laughing too loudly. after all, people think you're odd when you're cracking up during the funeral. thankfully, i think i did a good job containing myself.
i discovered why one should never wear flip-flops to the movie theater, though, however. i placed my half-bare foot squarely into a large puddle of some unknown spilled beverage, so i was treated to sticky feet/shoes. and my brother kept spilling the candy in it, so he would pick it off the floor, and hand it to me, soaking wet, sticky, and germy. but i still ate it. :)
i liked that movie. i recommend it.
k, my brain is dead now.
farewell

adieu



auf wiedersehen




goodbye :)

~m.r.p.