Un Sospiro
[mood: cold] [listening to: Liszt - Concert Étude No. 3 in D Flat Major "Un Sospiro", S. 144]
So I've been out for the past week or so because of this wiping thing. At least it's done now. I still have to reinstall office, trillian, and lastfm.
Convention. This will be hacked together because I didnt get it all down right after convention.
Dinner. Slash all eating in the cafeteria periods. Deeva helped me put my sheet on. She wore a towel. Then, if that wasn't bad enough, we see Dale walk in with a Mariott bag with armslots and a headslot. I think during lunch on Monday, yeah Monday, Anthony made a stupid joke, and his table clapped for him. Then, because of the nerdosity of convention, everyone else clapped for him. Then he came over to us and told us. So what does Corey do? He starts clapping too. Then Anthony leaves. But he came and sat with us when we didn't clap for him anymore.
There were smells. And upsetting phone noises that indicated text messages or calls. David, I'm afraid that you're right. But I didn't contest it in the first place, so;
What else. Oh. Midlo won for spirit. Ah, and Deeva running for VCJL First Vice President. Anthony's introductory speech first mentioned some of the campaign slogans: "Vote for Deeva because she's crazy," "Vote for Deeva if you don't want to be a loser like me," "Vote for Deeva if you want to be cool like me," "Vote for Deeva because we NeedHuh," and my personal favorite, "Vote for Deeva because she's a crazy mofo." We didn't use the last one; Deeva wouldn't let us. So then he introduced her, and he ended his speech with giving out his number. I'll discuss the terrible results of that situation later. So Deeva ran uncontested, so she won.
Sunday night. It's the 'go shack up in someone's room night.' At least until your roommates get back. So Dale and his girlfriend are in Dale's room, and Anthony walks in. He walks right back out and screams "She's on the bed." Earles and Wilkes don't do a very good job, apparently. Also, I was dragged down into the karaoke room. It was fine, until the four girls started asking me to sing with them. Which progressed into "let's take Matt's phone and not give it back to him until he sings" and "Next up: Matthew Veland. Is there a Matthew Veland in the house?" Yes, they did sign me up. And Don dang Titanic. The funny thing is, Anthony sang it last year. Except for fun. Heh, Don didn't ding or dang, she sang. Whoops.
I won sixth in geography and sixth in history. Which is what I was hoping for: placing in the categories that didn't involve the language. Oh, and second place in English Oratory. So Deeva and Anthony are writing theirs during the salvete assembly. I helped them both. Then they're signing up for it. Then it starts, and we wait. Then they convince me to sign up. So I write my thoughts down in five minutes or so. Then I get second place.
Anthony's phone number situation. I just realized that I can't disclose the full details because he may come across this. Just know that it didn't turn out too well for him.
That's Entertainment wasn't that good this year. At least not as good as last year. Don played Beauty and the Beast like she did during the orchestra concert. And two guys got kicked off the stage. Bottom line, I issued an executive order stating that I'd participate for these last two years. I haven't decided what I want to play. I was thinking about the fantaisie-impromptu, which is flashy enough for non-believers. But then I thought maybe a Liszt or Scriabin Étude. But probably the Chopin. We'll see. /convention
Speaking of which, I was browsing around for Youtube videos for Chopin and Liszt, and i stumbled onto Horowitz, which led to Scriabin and Scarlatti. Just so you know. Horowitz used to call Scriabin "Uncle who Play Loud." Because all those Russian composers lived with each other. I haven't really looked into Scarlatti except knowing that he was a Classical composer living in the Baroque era. Scriabin, however, was a heavy Romantic, part of the big five, and one of the atonal pioneers. He, along with Rimsky-Korsakov, presented the idea of certain keys perpetuating certain moods and therefore colors. Specifically, D is yellow, A Flat is pink, and C is red. You should look into it. The Wiki does a fair job explaining it.
Can't stop time. Can't erase. The past is a living part of the present. Random Augustine paraphrase: If we are constantly in the present, how did the past and how can the future ever happen? I don't quite remember that much more of the time paradox; I'll have to check up on it.
Ah. And JMU. Should be so intensely interesting. It's funny how those who condemned not two months ago now count on me to be the first. I don't want to think about it. But I'll have to. Uck. It's quite funny. I'm not entirely sure how the bedding situation is going to turn out. We'll see.
captain xeno out.
