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Oct. 13th, 2007
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Oct. 13th, 2007 12:15 pmaiii, with the privilege of driving also comes the menial tasks, the dull shopping chores that your parents are too lazy to do. =/
also, upon reflection upon reflection (from the last post), I'm sure someone out there thinks I'm obnoxious. and I'm sure people whom I consider obnoxious don't consider themselves obnoxious. so since it's all subjective, I'm really of no position to be judgmental. not that, you know, being judgmental isn't part of human nature. it's called life. ;p
mmmm in other news I'm growing to like my job more and more. That kid is smart. And boy can he improve when he wants to. He's already so much better than he was 3 weeks ago. 'samazing. and 10$ for 45 min is considerably better than minimum wage~
also, upon reflection upon reflection (from the last post), I'm sure someone out there thinks I'm obnoxious. and I'm sure people whom I consider obnoxious don't consider themselves obnoxious. so since it's all subjective, I'm really of no position to be judgmental. not that, you know, being judgmental isn't part of human nature. it's called life. ;p
mmmm in other news I'm growing to like my job more and more. That kid is smart. And boy can he improve when he wants to. He's already so much better than he was 3 weeks ago. 'samazing. and 10$ for 45 min is considerably better than minimum wage~
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Oct. 13th, 2007 05:53 pmCello died.
Split from head to toe. I was so angry at myself, at the world, at everything, I didn't want to do anything, didn't want to do homework, didn't want to go to class, didn't want to go to homecoming, just wanted to screw life and cry until the world ended and I died too and feck, I didn't even know I loved my cello that much, but it's not just any cello it's Cello, and you get used to an instrument you know, when you practice it enough it "breaks in" and well it just feels more right and more comfortable and it fits just-so and sounds just-so and you know just how to tease the sound out of it and all cellos are different, you know, even the ones from the same brand and maybe made from the same tree because I mean it's still going to be made out of different pieces of wood, it's physically impossible for two cellos to be identical because the source can't be identical, and essentially if Cello's dead Cello's dead, another cello =/= Cello it'd be a different cello with a different name, and the idea of it, of breaking in a totally new cello that will, even after I get used to it, never be the same, and playing the concert with it and auditioning for All-State with it and taking it with me on trips even though it never went to Australia and never went to Europe and never went anywhere, basically, well- the idea sickened me. just. dead.
Anyway I'm no longer in the grief-cry-hate-throw-things-at-the-wall (I nearly broke my cellphone .___.;;) mode, aaaaand Cello's not quite so dead as I made her out to be, let's just say she's split and broken and splintered and is, at the moment, a useless bunch of wood (so easily things change), but- think of her as having sustained a fatal injury! and whilst being on the brink of death- not dead.
Kamimoto Strings will patch her up, hopefully, and they've given me a loaner cello which sounds a bit harsh to the ear probably because it's too new and hasn't been played enough (sigh. sigh. siiiiiiiiiigh.) but, at least Cello's not doomed to the fate of- of- firewood.
right. enough on that. triple post in a day... ;;
Split from head to toe. I was so angry at myself, at the world, at everything, I didn't want to do anything, didn't want to do homework, didn't want to go to class, didn't want to go to homecoming, just wanted to screw life and cry until the world ended and I died too and feck, I didn't even know I loved my cello that much, but it's not just any cello it's Cello, and you get used to an instrument you know, when you practice it enough it "breaks in" and well it just feels more right and more comfortable and it fits just-so and sounds just-so and you know just how to tease the sound out of it and all cellos are different, you know, even the ones from the same brand and maybe made from the same tree because I mean it's still going to be made out of different pieces of wood, it's physically impossible for two cellos to be identical because the source can't be identical, and essentially if Cello's dead Cello's dead, another cello =/= Cello it'd be a different cello with a different name, and the idea of it, of breaking in a totally new cello that will, even after I get used to it, never be the same, and playing the concert with it and auditioning for All-State with it and taking it with me on trips even though it never went to Australia and never went to Europe and never went anywhere, basically, well- the idea sickened me. just. dead.
Anyway I'm no longer in the grief-cry-hate-throw-things-at-the-wall (I nearly broke my cellphone .___.;;) mode, aaaaand Cello's not quite so dead as I made her out to be, let's just say she's split and broken and splintered and is, at the moment, a useless bunch of wood (so easily things change), but- think of her as having sustained a fatal injury! and whilst being on the brink of death- not dead.
Kamimoto Strings will patch her up, hopefully, and they've given me a loaner cello which sounds a bit harsh to the ear probably because it's too new and hasn't been played enough (sigh. sigh. siiiiiiiiiigh.) but, at least Cello's not doomed to the fate of- of- firewood.
right. enough on that. triple post in a day... ;;