Beef, its what's NOT for dinner..

[transomwhiplass]

Hey! ^_^ .... yargh.. today.. has been, well, very interesting. My mom left for Calgary for a week and I am going to miss her, her absence means the schedule for this week is going to be awful and I don't know when I am going to be leaving the house and getting home, especially with drivers ed starting and the climax of my dad's project at work.. basically, he has to be in REEEEEALY early in order to get calls from the associates in the Netherlands.. fun.. this week will be long and confusing, so I hope anyone and everyone will forgive me if I act mean, ignorant, or just don't have time for you... so anyway.. I woke up sometime around 10 and my dad took my sister to her basketball game while I tried to "cram" for my violin solo.. I hadn't memorized the piece.. so I kept trying but I just couldn't remember any of the second or third page, I was miserable and just gave up and hoped my teacher would let me use it even though she very clearly stated I would not.. so anyway.. my dad came and got us and we went to find the place, at first we thought the thing was at 1:00 and we got there 20 minutes late, something was messed up with the traffic, everyone was trying to get downtown.. but anyway, it was ok because we didnt go on until 1:45.. so my teacher was kinda po-ed about it and told me that I would not be allowed to use it, so I may.. or may not have thrown a miny-tantrum and threatened to quit violin on the spot... so I sat there.. in proper "meditate into the toaster" form (haha.. mr. filardo's analogy) and felt bad/thought what I should do/remembered last year.. at this exact same contest. This isn't a tangent, it is actually quite relvant. So anyway.. it was the exact same festival the HASSA (Houston Suzuki Something Association) Ribbon Fest.. I was supposed to play the EXACT same piece.. and I couldnt do it for the EXACT same reason.. I didn't memorize it.. so anyway... I told my mom I couldn't,wouldn't, and no way in hell she could make me do it.. well.. she was ticked and it wasn't happy because she spontaneously decided to go off her prozac.. so well anyway.. she got really scary so I hid in the back yard till she left.. so back to this year.. we got in the room because we had to play in front of all the other students and I was on the program as 4th.. so I sat there completely petrified until it was my turn and when it was.. I walked up there, handed my book to her, tuned my violin, and then.. turned to the judges and parents and said in probably my most confident-public moment, "hello, I am Sarah Oaks, and I am going to try to play Vivaldi's Concerto in A minor.. thankfully.. I got a few chuckles which boosted my confidence a bit before I cued the piano.. so I got started and played the fist page ok.. right till the end and BANG my memory failed miserably.. I got the top of the second page and forgot 75% of it.. 4th page I just baaaaarely played 80% of it.. but luckily i was able to remember the ending.. I finished.. grinned.. bowed.. and VERY quickly moved to the back to my seat.. at the end everyone got a medal.. ^_^ .. it was funny.. because I knew I didn't deserve it but still got one anyway.. we zoomed out of there and went to eat lunch. That was great too.. we went to Katz's, my family eats there a lot for some reason.. and I had to figure out what to order.. usually I get the cheeseburger and their great french fries.. but well the whole vegetarian thing.. so... I got a bagel and vegetable soup >_> .. I don't know but I almost felt..like... happier or something after I ate that.. it was like they mixed prozac or something.. o_O .. so after lunch we went home so we could get ready to leave for my other brother's "arrow-of-light" ceremony.. I had to go to Anthony's and it has to be the CHEESIEST , CORNIEST , STUPIDEST thing in the world. You drive out to outer Houston kinda in this woody area and then you march around being led by some guy with his shirt off, paint on his cheast, a big feather headress, and a giant torch. He shouts at you and they have this whole little Native American thing going.. so you walk out to their little fire where they have some more boy scouts dressed as Indians standing there and they do this whole skit thing.. the "medicine man" shouts around and then the "chief" comes out and they do a whole speech about the importance of the arrow.. blah blah blah.. so they sit all the boys on the ground and then the thing starts.. the "medicine man" picks up one arrow at a time, pretends to test if it is straight or not, then, pretends to try to brake it over his knee when really you see his hands slide to the middle of the arrow so it doesnt, he also does this so he can see who it belongs to and pull of the tag. then your "guide" comes and takes you to the "chief" where he kinda teases you with it, like holds it up and makes the little boys jump for it.. really dumb.. so then you go and stand on the other side.. ever so often, the guy breaks one and yells, "NOT WORTHY!" but doesnt say the name.. its really fake because at the end.. there are no boys without arrows.. so John's was completely the same and it took away another hour and a half of my life. so we get to go have dinner and so we went to the olive garden ^_^.. and the bet continues.. yargh.. that was one looooong and very boring post... sorry if you bothered to read it heheheh.. I bet you want those 6 minutes of your life back HA!