As promised, I've been working on more lithos, and boy have they turned out. I won't say that I'm thrilled with not having a nose again, but hey, I guess I'll just have to work on that some more. My gosh. :D I've been dealing with the texture of the layers, and I suppose I'll just let you check them out, instead of me telling you if you like them or not.
When I was finishing reading Steinbeck's Of Mice and Men, I sobbed my way through the death of Lennie. While the diction and syntax was absolutely retched, the plot line was magnificent. Think: an imbecile and a near imbecile packing around the country, looking out for each other. That's classy. Even as George blew Lennie's brain out he did it in the most humane manner possible. The foreshadowing by the death of Candy's dog to me was an major indication of the love George had for Lennie by shooting him himself, instead of letting "a stranger" do it. The guts he showed to make life better for both parties was pretty admirable to me.
Apparently there are 4 people in my theory class that aren't in choir, and 5 people who aren't in band. Four of those people are the same both times. :D I happen to be one of them. Unfortunately, I had no idea the band would be gone all day today. In the case that I would have been informed, I would have had my mom excuse me, and slept in. Sadly, because I didn't, I wasted an entire class period practicing for tonight's lesson, and then the next period reading Frankenstein.
This evening I had the privilege of attending my old Junior High School to watch a Drama production of Austen's Pride and Prejudice, slammed into an hour and a half. While delighting in the charm and prepubescent wit of the cast, the audience was served musical numbers during the scene changes. I have to admit, I would never have the guts to get up and sing in front of a group, but I definitely thrive in the limelight, via piano performance, drama, ect. This being the case, I had no empathy for the errors in pitch. Most were done quite well, but the last one was.... Ghastly. With modulations every half second and octave switches every two, I almost felt justified in laughing. However, being the suave, composed, considerate person that I am, I refrained from an audible raucous, and was later able to contain my antics to the clapping of between scenes. Of course, with my piano teacher [who also happens to have the same idiotic sense of humor that I do] sitting right next to me, listening to the cat scratch wasn't made any easier.
With the hilarity of the evening, we headed back to her place and fawned over David Foster & Friends, particularly our ever favorites Michael Buble, Josh Groban, and Andrea Bocelli. Oh my gosh. :D Can those men sing or what? No kidding. Love them. To the grave. And beyond. If you learn one thing from all of my experiences and preferances, it should be that I'm amazing, love music, and absolutely adore opera and big band.
Anywho... I suppose I'll be off to chill with my homies in my crypt. Cheers. :D
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