Secondary Dominants, T.S. Eliot and Knee Pads

For my first hour class [Music Theory, which ironically is quite real], our end of the year assignment is a beefy composition. Well.... Not entirely beefy.... But beefy enough to be a 200+ point project. I should probably express my musical ineptitude in composing. Sure.... I can play around, but that doesn't mean that it sounds fabulous. Contrarily, my current piece [Hot Pink Butterflies Burning And On Fire] is better than I would expect from me. Oddly, while it's in the key of Db, the first chord is a V/V, which is pretty much a I in Eb. Oh well... I'm stuck in transitioning from the second theme into the third.... I know how I want it to sound in both themes, I just don't know how to get from point B to point C. Sad day.

Some time ago, I submitted a poem for review [because that's what I do] to my English teacher. Happily, he gave fantastic feed back, and and threw two poems at me in the same style, those being The Hollow Men,and The Love Song Of J. Alfred Prufrock; both by T.S. Eliot. I. Absolutely. Love. Them. I'm not sure which I love more. They're both fabulous! I would highly recommend them.

Yesterday was a half day for school. As marvelous as it is to get out of school at 12:10 p.m., I find half days to be a waste of my life. I don't understand the objective of going to 40 minutes of class, when the teachers are tired and pretty much just say "The time is yours." Unless of course it's history.... Then it's a different taco entirely. Anywho, in P.E. we combined with the Lifetime Sports class for the 40 minutes, and played either basketball or volley ball. Since my skill with a basketball consists of holding it, my favorite people in the class and I opted for the lesser of two evils, volley ball. While I always thought knee pads were for wimps, I now realize their importance. They're for people who fall a lot, such as myself. No. They're more for people with skills who fall a lot. Any the case, I took a knee dive and about vomited when I had to get back up. For a fraction of a second I believed I had dislodged my patella. However, when I got up it appeared to be in it's place. Afterwards, the surrounding muscles completely spazzed out and contracted rapidly to the point of an intense muscle spasm. Proof that I have muscles. :D

Happily, I have something to show other than just a skinned knee. Check it out! It's like.... easily. It really just illustrates how disgustingly abusive P.E. is, and how dsgustingly insane my mad skills are.

This morning I had the opportunity to take a practice test for the Music Theory exam. I feel like this class is the class I'm most prepared for test wise, and hope to do very well in. Sadly, the dictation portion of the test went quite a bit faster than my brain could process, so I hope the actual test isn't quite as grueling, though it likely will be. History is my main worry, seeing as it's the class that I least retain information in. Sad day!

P.S. I painted my nails the most amazing coral color. They're fabulous.

Cheers. [: