Schooby-Dooby Wee!

Happy Blog day again, I suppose. I’m not exactly sure when the real Happy-Blog-Day day is. I guess it’s supposed to be on March 14, but since February has only 28 days, today would technically be one month. I’m posting an entry today just in case. I hope it doesn’t become as sucky as Monday turned out to be. I mean, there I was, scribbling away to my heart’s content and just when I wanted to post it, the pc crashed, to my utter dismay. I was pissed enough to scream on the shoutbox before shutting the computer down.
Thought for the day: back-up is good.

Ms. Parinas got mad at us today because of our complaints and refused to teach. We spent the period doing nothing yet it’s our test tomorrow. Wow. What a happy way to spend the last meeting. But my class realized that we were at fault, and I’m proud of them for admitting that. Well, maybe except for a few isolated cases like *cough* Cara *cough* some people I know.

It’ll be Thursday tomorrow, the last class day, though not the last school day. We finally decided on something for the prac test on Music. What do you get when you take a pukey Britney Spears song and couple it with boy band moves?!? A bloody mess? Nope! Our presentation! Tadaaah!!! I don’t mind. I’m cool with it. I guess you only get to do a few embarrassing moments in your life intentionally, so make the most out of it. It’s something of an interpretative dance thing, though not so complex, so the actions are a cinch to memorize.
Besides, this is Music, not P.E. We just have to do it in sync.

I got to talk to Alecs for a little while during departure. She likes Mike Elgar so much. Yup, the Great Mike Elgar with His Equally Great Bangs! Wonder where he got those… hm… I love the bangs, if not the voice. He sang some songs in the Rivermaya album. I guess one was for his wife, since the title was "She". Speaking of songs, I just finished running through "Moon River" from Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It sure feels different playing a song, rather than my usual classical pieces. The notes felt… naked, somehow. Maybe it’s because it doesn’t have the elaborate runs, trills, variations and the like. I guess when it’s a song, since somebody’s supposed to sing it, you have to mute everything that accompanies it so that the focus will be on the voice. Hmm… Fair enough. I just wish that it had more "décor", so to speak… but then again, that’s just me.
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And about the poem… I’m not sure if I’m going to post one, because I’m still mad at the computer for crashing itself. That poem has a rather long history, you know, and it’s no fun to wreck something I laboriously tried to remember!

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Ehe. Well maybe not that long and laborious.