7/11!

Two years ago, exactly on this day, Neil Gaiman ended his three-day stay here in the Philippines. That was a Monday. A sad Monday. Iwasntabletogodangit!

Someday, I will meet you. And take pictures! And get my books signed! So keep yourself healthy Mr Gaiman, so you'll still be alive 8 years from now.

-(This blog entry is 1 day late.)-

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My Tito actually bought me the Pride and Prejudice sheet music, as per my request!!! YES! I was jumping around when I got it. I will finally be able to play it! I don't think anything I've ever asked for has made me so happy-- maybe except for times when I'm able to get decent sleep. I've been frequenting the piano this week more often than I've done so in a month, and that's saying a lot.

I've realized though, in spite of revived enthusiasm fueling my practices, that I need to go back to my exercise books to brush up on technique. I suddenly find myself lacking enough fingers to press everything at the same time. Bad fingering, I know. I can't believe I lost that! Ah well, I might get around to it over the weekend. Just maybe. Senior year is such a... struggle. I feel like I'm holding a huge pile of stuff in my arms held together by parcel strings; the load isn't bad, it's keeping everything together that sucks. I'm losing a quiz here and a requirement there-- and the teachers are NOT helping by being unavailable all the time. Pfft.

I think being a good student means delicately balancing delinquency and excellency. (Well it's the academic mantra that got me this far!) Scrimp when you can (so you can get some sleep for goodness sake!), but take all opportunities that come by. And by that, I mean even raising your hand to answer the most inane questions your teacher throws at you.

But that's just me. I'll still have to see if that applies to college as well.