Bovine Revolution

So, I went to the alumni concert at my high school. It was pretty darn good. There are some amazing musical people who went to Alb. Academy. The most entertaining bit was when one of the history teachers there performed a song that he had written, called "Bovine Revolution." It is the story of "cow anarchy" and "bovine solidarity." Yep, these cows are going to write a constitution. Also amusing is the fact that in the song, Mr. Williams sings, "Muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-muh-mooo!" Probably the second most amusing thing was the program, which listed one of the male singers as a soprano. Third was the mock shouting match I had with Alexis, arguing about being approximately 8 and a half minutes and being ten minutes, and are we going to then be the same thing? This was during intermission, when I began to be crazy. Being crazy is fun. And this bout of craziness lasted until after I got home, but alas, it did not last until the writing of this entry. Ah well. You can see my craziness some other day.

I was going to practice when I got home, but that didn't happen. It was about ten o'clock, and I still had to eat dinner. I didn't want to practice then because it was kind of late, and I wouldn't have gotten to play much before my parents went to bed, and I don't like to be practicing while they're sleeping. Their room is right down the hall from mine. I can look out my doorway into theirs. So, I shall practice tomorrow, or rather, today after sleeping for the night. Then perhaps I shall call a friend of mine who never writes, and has apparently decided not to talk to me. Well, a big :P to that, I say. Barely said "hello" to me! Grr. No use being angry about it, though. Not going to solve anything. And it's probably not very healthy for me, angry person that I am. I'm angry enough already about various things, not all of which are clear to me, I don't need to go creating more.

It's great being of the alumni ilk. It's like, "Yay! I'm out of there!" Except not. As Mr. Truitt, music teacher and MC of sorts of the concert, said of the Academy, "It's hard to get in, but you never get out." Oh, how so very true. And as classmate Peter wrote in his senior will, "Peter leaves his soul to Academy. Oh, wait, they already have that." Or some reasonable facsimile thereof. I don't remember the exact wording, and my senior pages are at school. Along with my address book which contains the phone numbers of various people that I should be calling this break. I still have a copy of one of the directories from high school, so I'm not completely up Shit Creek. So, anyway, my soul is no longer completely my own, and actually hasn't been for the past, oh, seven years, and probably never will be again. Damn. Alexis says that some day she will get out. Well, one can dream.

I think I've rambled on enough for one entry. I might not have anything interesting to say tomorrow, but the day after that, I'm goin' Latin dancing! Woohoo! And I'll learn some new Latin dances, including one that's very popular in Puerto Rico. I can already do the cumbia and salsa. Watch out dance floor, here I come!

Yackety Smackety Blah, or, Uncomfortably Numb

I hate the expression "blah blah blah" when people use it instead of etc. Actually, it's more like one word, "blablblah." It's one of the most annoying sounds humans are capbable of making. Another is Richard Simmons' voice. Oh, and then there's chewing. I hate it when people chew loudly. The most unenjoyable dinners I've had were the ones that my family actually sat around a table to eat, and I sat next to my dad. I can't stand to listen to him chew. Actually, I suppose I don't like chewing in general. It's much to easy to do it disgustingly. And sometimes I just get tired of it.

Well, I haven't done much today. Made a couple phone calls that didn't amount to much, I suppose. Ate at Fuddrucker's. Actually practiced a bit, after tuning my very out of tune viola. Read a lot. And somewhere along the way, my brain became diffused.

And my dad still doesn't know how to knock on the fucking door. Just opens the damn thing. What the hell?

I'm tired. Must start things over. Oh wait, I can't do today over. Damn. Well, there's a fresh start tomorrow.