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Let's just look at what I heard my sister's "bassoon friend" Victoria talking about to my sister.

*in Computer room listening to Rap music, On Victorias MYSPACE account, Talking on AIM*

Victoria: OMG! ONE TIME I was on AIM and I was like in a CHAT ROOM and this one guy like asked me to MARRY him and I was like *giggle* I think I'm too young for that.


Checkmate

My sister's friends suck, she needs new ones.


Now I think I have to talk to my sister about internet saftey.... CRAP! Where's Mrs. Taylor when you need her?!

I think The Great Gatsby HAS to be one of the best school books I've read in a long long time. It's thoroughly enjoyable, and it's very flowy (if you know what I mean). If you don't, think of it this way: I don't have to make myself read it, and I dont count the pages until I'm done.

On the other hand, AP Music Theory subsequently blows my life. I thought it would be easy because you know, I take piano and take theory classes. NO! WRONG! VERY VERY WRONG! We're learning the BASICS, but it's not like the basics I learned. I learned The top note means how many beats in the measure and the bottom note shows what kind of note gets one beat. Oh no, now it's like divisions of the note with complex and compound time signatures. Then we have rythm dictation, which I SUCK AT. So, in conclusion I officially fail at life; and at life I mean life pertaining to music.

Piano lab is such a boost to my life though. It's essentially a 45 minute practice period on regular days and an hour and a half of practice on block. HOWEVER, it seems that there are more piano kids than expected. I think I'm basically guaranteed a practice room because I've been playing the longest and the stuff I'm playing is the hardest of the other two. So Letcher proposed that they switch off, or we have like mini workshops (where we critique each other), or we help the regular piano kids with stuff. At that point she turned to me and said "Mary Kate you're getting a practice room". Well, I'm still kind of skeptical whether that ment for that day, or that I'm guaranteed one. Either way I think I'll volunteer a lot of my time to helping the regular piano kids, One because I like to teach, Two because I might want to make it my career, and Three because I feel that I've learned something and I cherish it so much and it brings me so much happiness (SAP SAP SAP) that I might as well try and share it with someone else. But that will all end when I start my concerto for the concerto competition, and when I start preparing for Gottlieb, and Ensemble, and Highschool, and Scholarship; Ok, in preparation for ANY competition I'm claming a practice room.

I figure no one is reading this becuase I tend to drone on and on about stuff that none of my friends (unless they play piano, or are my alternate personality) would know about.



Off the subject of school, I went to the mall on Saturday with Molly, Casey, and Kelly and I bought my Homecomming dress *grins* it's marvelously beautiful and I ADORE it. Friday night I went to see The Wicker Man at Regal with Kelly, Casey, and Molly and that movie... oh my, very confusing, but entrancing in the fact that you never want to look away- unless of course there is a bit of a disruption in the theater. In the middle of the movie this guy comes and sits with a bunch of kids in the row in front of us; I call said man Wangster. He was one of those stupid white kids who shave their head and wear a stupid bandana and big baggy clothes and say Fuck every other sentance and hang out with black people thus dubbing themselves a "Gangster". I call him Wangster for the exact same reasons. So, Wangster will NOT shut up. Casey leans over to me and says some joke pertaining to the movie which I cannot remember at this time, Wangster hears us laughing and a series of events unfold from there...

Wangster: *turns around to look at us* "OH THERE ARE FOUR OF THEM! DAMN I JUST WON CONNECT FOUR! ARE YA'LL SINGLE??"

Casey: "No"

Wangster: *turns around and continues to run his mouth*

White Man with wife and kids : *turns around* IF YOU'RE GOING TO TALK DURING THE MOVIE WHY DON'T YOU JUST GO HOME?!

Wangster: Why don't you go the fuck home motherfucker.

WM: EXCUSE ME?!

Wife: Okay now, that's enough!

Man who works there and decides to butt in: HEY, is this kid bothering you!? *turns to kid* I CAN GET YOU KICKED OUT OF HERE I WORK HERE!

Wangster: Yeah go ahead motherfucker

Working Man: WHY DONT YOU SHUT UP

Wangster: Ask me POLIETLY

White man: Please stop talking

Wangster: Okay then

*White man sits down and Working man goes back to his seat*

*Wangster leaves and come back like 10 minutes later*

Wangster: *starts wispering*

Wangsters black friends : SHUT UP MAN!

Wangster: NAW MAN!

White man: *stands up* You are abstructing my hearing, I will abstruct your vision

Wangster: WHAT THE FUCK MAN!

Working man: *tries to calm down white man*

White Man: *sits down*

Working Man: *goes to sit down*

Wangster: *leave 5 min before the movie is over*

*movie ends*

Working Man with security: *talking to wangsters black friend* WHERES YOUR WIFE!?



Then I left... getting too intense for me.


Later when we were outside waiting for our ride Wangster shows up again and I hug Casey and go... IM GAY! Hopefully he heard, and maybe if I ever see him again he will not hit on me. haha. Of course I'm not gay... thank you very much.


On Sunday I got a new fish because Fidel Castro the goldfish died :'(. So now I have a new fish, a beta, named Ricky Ricardo. He's black and red and his fins look like little spikes comming out of his back. It's pretty intense.


Now that you know my entire life I think I'm going to bed.

Goodnight, and Goodluck.

Im here because everyone left xanga... mainly Anahit and Jenny.

Yes, please stamp Conformist on my pretty little forehead.