Thursday was HORRIBLE. I came for band right after a maths remedial and they were at the sunrise part where there was the flute solo thingy right, so I tried playing my 3rd clar solo straight away witout warming up. But my b flat was so freaking screwed up that I couldn't play a single note properly, so ms sia gave the goddamn part to one of the sec threes. Ouch. The worst part? They sound better than me. WAY better than me. I mean, I have absolutely nothing against the sec three third clars. I love em all. LOADS. But its cause their sec threes. And I'm sec four. People expect me to be better.
I expect me to be better. It's just that all this while I thought I could be equally good at TWO instruments at the same time. Now I've gotten so used to playing the e flat that everytime i play the b flat it's like I'm wading chest deep through mud. Grrr. I find myself literally shaking from the attempt to hold notes for longer than 4 counts. It's pathetic really. Thursday was a rude awakening. A bloody punch in the face. I guess my mum was actually right about my trying to play so many instruments. "Jack of all trades, master of none"
Friday, on the other hand, was great fun. Whoots. We went to the SCH to practise. After we performed, Cat and I went out, bought m&ms and sneaked it into the concert hall. We were like barely halfway through the pack before we went bloody high. We were like, bitching about fat nurses, gay conductors, spastic birds, etc. You get the point. At one point paulina turned around and asked us if we were high on sugar. o.0 how the hell did she find out?! Probably smelled the chocolate. Then Cat asked me why I liked Sanjaya from american idol and I went "He's very sweet!!" gosh. Gillian turned around and gave me a look. That must have sounded wrong. Then cat smsed sherilyn ng and her were talking about dragging me into an ice-skating rink for a section outing. WTH?!?!
I listened to songs from MCR's first album yesterday. My head refused to stop throbbing till an hour later.
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