Pensamientos para hoy: parte uno.
I have so much anxiety over this harmonium. Godddd I neeeed this! Maybe if I don't win it, my mother will still get one twice the price on eBay. For some reason, she wants to buy me something. :D It's from between 1880 and 1895, made in Paris. It's super damaged, but it's soooo gorgeous! Picture at the end. SHIT NO. FUCKER'S BIDDING ON IT. I hate eBay.
I can't stop thinking about my uke! Raya named it for me: Pookie Ukie. :] I'm doing some recording atm. A very Beirut-ish song with ukulele, mandolin, cello, and auxillary percussion. I always want to play it. Lol I fell asleep with it next to me... two nights in a row. Hopefully this will be a good song. I've been starting a lot recently and not finishing them. Only laying down maybe one or two tracks, then calling it quits. Well, not exactly quits. But forgetting about it, for sure.
I MISS FINAL FANTASY. I'm gonna get back into that shit tonight. Video games before bed = win.
Today we had a half day. It went by quickly--obviously.
I got a fucking 95 on my orchestra test, which I am BEYOND irritated by. Just because of those stupid fucking sforzandos. Second hour was mostly a fart joke elongated to a ninteen-minute class period. I lovelovelove Spanish class. Even more, the language. Raya and I were talking about it today. I want to speak it for a whole day; no English. She's obsessed with Spanish culture right now, which I really admire. I wish I could get into, and stay into, something so cool. Third hour was fun. I talked to Al.
I miss Al. Fifth grade left harsh feelings between us for our middle school depature, but I really like talking to him now. I think we could be moderately good pals. I'll keep talking to that kid. Maybe some time I'll have him come over to record some ukulele. Or is that just too... weird? Maybe we should go somewhere together instead, maybe with like Elisha or something.
SHIT!!! DID THAT KID GO TO STARBUCKS TODAY LIKE I ASKED HIM TO?!?!?!? I TRIED TO GET HIS NUMBER TO TELL HIM WE COULDN'T GO! Awww, poor chubby Asian cutie. He's the sweetest thing.
Fourth hour was awkward as hell with three sophomores that don't even remotely know each other and a generally awkward teacher. Enough said. Fifth hour was also weird, but it was tutorial, so it didn't matter. I can't focus to read anymore. Sixth hour was a joke. Fucking notes. Leave it to world history to be the most ridiculously awful class.
Music tech was great. I started a string quartet, though that was only right before the bell rang. Ellen suggested I go to this camp at this one college. It's a musical composition camp. "Highly recommended," Ellen belts. If you pay for the whole thing, you get a week-long on-campus life learning marvelous things about marvelous... things. It's eight hundred dollars. Maybe that can replace Blue Lake FAC this summer. I have summer school to do, anyway. Wanna get some classes out of the way so I don't have to take the elongated version during the school year.
Sean drove me home. I dislike his friends. Except this one girl. But it's a girl... and I'm a hypocrite to be jealous. I suppose I'm not, just protective? His friends were total jerks to me, and I can't just forget that. But yeah, he drove me home and I took a nap. Good nap. Philly is a great cuddler.
I'm freaking out about this whole friends thing. I feel that whole thing with Raya about how she's embarrassed by/annoyed/doesn't want to hang out with me is getting worse. Then this Charlotte thing, where she's starting to be more irritable towards me. Whenever we have plans to do something, she suddenly "gets sick." But she wouldn't lie about that... would she? Shit, man. I have to finish my conversation with Sean, too. Fuckkkkk! Not fml, however.
Looking at Arabic and Indian instruments on eBay makes my goal even more important to me. I really do want to collect as many instruments as I can. Raya has an oud--from Syria, NOT Lebanon--in her basement and on AIM video chat she showed me. For some reason I couldn't stop laughing. I suppose it's just because she looked so funny/cute/Arab when she attempted to play it.
I'm tired. Another nap? Probably good night.
Busson Brevete S.G.D.G. Paris harmonium, 1880-1895.