All the roads we have to walk are winding

Well, this is a little bit cool.

Today was gonna be the day, but they'll never throw it back to you. By now, you should've somehow realised what you're not to do. All the roads we have to walk are winding, and all the lights that light the way are blinding. There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how. I don't know how.

Had a pickernick last week. That was fun. Friends, food, ice-cream, ridiculously warm weather, bubbles, leaf crowns. Then we split, third-wheeled Bleh to Lincraft. Played air hockey with Blam as Em frolicked amongst rolls of cloth. They got slusheeeeeeeesssss.

Speech night last night was interesting. Had three generations of music captains at dinner, and some other people. Was good. Had a laughter and talking headache before speech night even started. Was fun. Hugs. Many hugs. I do like hugs. I miss it all. Went down to the pub like cool kids afterwards, conversed with teachers, had lemonade. We always go for the hard stuff.

And every time I tell that particular story, everyone's a bit like "wut. How does that work?" And what I said yesterday was true. The one person who, in my mind, had any right to be annoyed or flip out on me or have any issue with it is probably the only person who doesn't. So yeah. Thanks little friend. I am eternally grateful.

Get a grip on yourself it don't cost much.

More good day and special day to be documented in diary

Last Thursday:

- Did not buy leather jacket
- Ate burgers
- Threatened to kick birds
- Hamer Hall
- Got immensely sunshined on then rained on

I realise your love is the best sound I have ever heard.

Yesterday:

- Met Alice who was on her lonesome cause everyone was late
- Ate lots of food
- A lot of it
- Massive potato chips
- Sandwiches with too much capsicum
- Actually, just the fact that there was capsicum was too much
- Gave said capsicum to Alice
- Avoided capsicum in the pasta salad
- Cat's adorable face
- Julia chinning people
- Getting married
- Eating more food
- Watching Mags' face when we gave her presents
- Train home with Bec

Aaaaaand no more seeing them all together for the next two months or so. Sigh.

6:08pm

Wednesday:

- Finished Preview, walked down to apartment in heels which were starting to kind of hurt by that point
- Bought sushi
- Was stupid and also bought Maccas
- Left sushi for hungry friends
- Got hugged by person I had met for only an hour. It was kind of weird. Friendly, but weird invasion of personal space bro.
- Chilled at apartment eating food on the kitchen bench
- Fixed Cat's dress. Eheheheheheehehe.
- Missed tram. Stood around in cold waiting for next tram. Moaned.
- Caught tram. Got off tram. Went inside with friends, then left again like cool people do.
- Had pleasant walk back to Southern Cross with Mahi
- Trained home with Mahi

Picture me complaining with all this

You could say I made it, but I'm fading, cause I miss you. Can we go back? But the issue: this time we can't get back. What happened to you? Come back. Cause I miss you. Can we go back? 

Feeling good now. Went for piano lesson in the morning. Dog got in the way of the pedal. Got mega confidence boost and the seal of approval I was looking for. Still need to work much. Within the next two weeks I have assignments for macro and APA, a French oral, an assessment day for vac work, the online testing which "should take around an hour" to complete before the assessment day, probs should fix my CV, need to prep for the interview accompanying the assessment day, masterclass, catch-up with Jess and MSO concert to attend. Oh, and I should start revising for exams, the earliest of which is in six weeks. And all that tute work. And all the French stuff they only just sent through that I need to do before Monday. Oh, and a French impromptu debate some time. Should be alright. But I'm very tired right now.

Cat then appeared, though we accidentally left her out in the cold cause we were too busy whacking piano to hear her. Talked. Played again. Went to noms. Nommed. Went to more noms. Got very, very full. Took up a table for a good hour talking. Then went home. Was good. Good people.

Preview was also good. Good people. Made some friends. Enjoyed myself. Still residually exhausted from manual labour and haven't been sleeping good. Sleepy headache past two days. Bought jewellery yesterday. That was fun as well. Funky ring. Funky necklace. Still need to find my leather jacket. Sigh.

Day of el fadofils*

Was stationed at Flagstaff. Surprisingly not overly cold despite wearing a dress that's meant to be for summer. I thought I'd freeze. Went to MC first to visit Himasha and Cat, then traversed with Alice and Julia to our own spot, where responsibility was quickly handed over with no one to look after us. Then some suspicious character looked like he wanted to steal a teddy. Positive that came out of that was that I may have some more interesting material for behavioural interview than just music now. Sold stuff. Also went upstairs and tried to sell stuff (didn't really work). Annoyed Julia when I started kicking her with the teddies. Went back downstairs and sold stuff. Often got confused about whether people wanted pens or pins. Alice and Bec fetched us food and stuff. Ate pasta. Gave leftover mayo covered capsicum chunks to Alice. Got my French and KPMG notes stolen by the volunteers who came to collect stuff sigh. But got free daffodils. Met Viv. Went to RMIT. Sat and talked and took off my "feet". Walked to Lygon. Ordered dinner. Viv discovered she lost phone. Cat and I had a nice evening walk back to RMIT. Discovered room which we had been in was locked. Went back to restaurant. Ate. Actually finished my food, except for a chunk of pumpkin I gave Cat. Walked back to MC. Caught train with Bec and Julia. Got home. Crashed on bed. Can't have these moments as often as last year. So this will have to do. Was good. But still missing people. The two of them who I never see. Oh well. Next time. Or something.

*Otherwise known as Daffodil Day.

10:22am

And now I have a heck load of work to do due to the whole bunch of ceebs that hit me over the past week or so. A week or so is all you need to fall behind. Quite behind. Looks like I'll have to use those breaks for work instead of friends. Maybe. Sigh.

Things

- Too much meat last night.
- It was also really cold.
- But also really warm inside the restaurant.
- Too much meat.
- Too much dessert.
- And we bought cake from Coles as well. With gingerbread babies. Which everyone regarded with great suspicion.
- Still can't do the fish face.
- Though Catriona is becoming quite adept.
- I still lean on her and use her as a safety blanket ridiculous amounts.
- That last sentence didn't make sense.
- Had fun though. People are good. I like people. Sort of.
- I miss my people.
- Looks like another road trips is on the cards. I wonder how it's going to pan out. And the dread is building already. Which is stupid. Should be happy. But underneath the happy and excite, there's a little bit of dread and apprehension. Oh well. That's just how it goes now.
- Submitted APA assignment. Hope it makes sense and that my tutor doesn't go "...does this kid even speak English?"
- Should do tute works. Ceebs. Getting there. But have to read twelve pages. I don't wanna read twelve pages. I don't feel like reading this week. Which is bad, because I'm already behind on the reading.
- And I'm sitting here blogging about it.
- French tomorrow. Means discussions and stuff. Oh god, in class essay next week. I suck at writing. Which means I should probably work harder for the all the comm subjects in offset the bad which is going to be French.
- Piano.
- I wish these tute questions would show some consistency or logic. Question 1 has three parts labelled 1, 2, 3. Question 3 has two parts labelled a and b. And they ask me to "critically evaluate management's suggestion?"
- Wanna sleep. Sleep for long hours and not have to wake up or talk to anyone for a long while. Nah. I'm sure I'd start missing them after a little bit.

7:58pm
- AND THEN QUESTION 3 PART B HAS THREE PARTS. LABELLED PART A, B, C. HOW AM I MEANT TO FORMAT MY GOD DAMN WORK?????

9:06pm
- "Depreciation sets a side cash for the future replacement of assets". NO ACCOUNTING. YOU DO NOT SET "A SIDE" CASH. WHAT IS A SIDE CASH? SOUNDS DODGY TO ME. I HAVE SOME CASH...ON THE SIDE.

31st July 2012

iFoan

10:01pm

I don't know what to do when you're sad.

My eyes be droops

So aside from all the irrationality which will later be deleted possibly maybe probably don't know I'm indecisive, yesterday was pretty good. Long day. Today was also a long day. Finished uni, chilled with Austin, who didn't get lost, chilled at Chocolate Lounge for ages whilst spending very little money, something we seem to do a lot, then found Cavern outside "the sunglasses shop", ditched Gavin so he could go to Deep Creek or whatever it was, then ate Jap food in Canada. Was nice. Trotted up to catch a tram, got off tram, ran after bus, bus stopped quite a while away, ceebsed catching another bus back, trotted the rest of the way. So that portion of my day was fun. Good people are good. Happy making.

Spent lunch with Cat Gav Alice Tony Julia today. Was a bit of a fifth wheel for a little bit before Julia came along. Sad life. Was happy though. Sun was out. Was with people who love me and make me laugh. Was with people who get me. Got interrogated by Alice. Mmm. It was nice. Something to hold onto.

9th June 2012

9th June 2012

Decided to pick up a pencil. Tried to draw a crane. Got frustrated, gave up, drew easier stuff. Then went back to drawing the crane. I am sleepy now. I think I shall nap soon. Then get up and watch Rafa make history (hopefully.)

So I realised I've been an idiot...

...the 200mb of data in my phone plan is included. They don't charge me for it. I'm an idiot. Here I was, not using my phone last month cause I thought I'd blow it. But no, ends up I only used eighty of 160 bucks. Good job Sarah. Nice time to realise it. About 16 months into the plan. Yeah. I'm going to be a great lawyer. Or anything. Person.

My past week


Tuesday: Crashed Hello Dolly rehearsal with Cat. Waltzed to some interesting musical music. Lunched with friends was fun. Walked down Toorak Rd, was fun. Sat on grass next to Shrine, was fun. Had crab with family. Good stuff.

Wednesday...I drove? Switched lanes like a boss on Whitehorse Rd.

Thursday (being today). Crashed rehearsal again (what the hell am I doing with my life...), had piano lesson. Felt remotivated. Got home. Felt re-unmotivated. Crashed muso meeting for five minutes. Felt way too comfortable being there. Not a good thing because I don't actually belong there. Left. Had chocolatey things at MC. Was fun. Went home.

I feel rather unmotivated for anything at all. In other news, I got H1s in both my French things. So yeah, good thus far. Need to keep it up. Music is freaking me out. Again. Feel like I suck, feel unmotivated due to lack of skill, don't practice due to lack of motivation, don't get any better due to lack of practice, suck even more, etc. etc. Need to break the cycle...probably by practicing. But yeah. Don't feel any good at this. What's a piano?

I think I have an idea for Cat's present. Now, I must flesh it out.

And who the hell am I talking to...

Just some things

Maybe many things. I feel particularly talkative today.

I want contacts. I have been obsessing about them lately. I need to refind the "I don't care what anything thinks of me" attitude which occasionally pops into my brain. Need to find some way of making it stay in my brain. Because I don't like wearing contacts. They make my eyes hurt. I just look better in them.

Went dress-shopping for my sister last night with my parents...so many pretty clothings...so many. Staring at clothing online. Speaking of online clothing, that Tommy Hilfiger sweater is still not in stock. Sigh. Sigh.

Sigh.

To people leaving/who have left:

I shall not forget you. I have had friends move to Sydney, Canberra, even staying in Melbourne I only see them once or twice a year. But when we do see each other, it's good, and it's fun, and it's special. No matter where you go, or where I go, there will always be a twin-shaped space in my heart, and a multilingual-hose-shaped space in my heart. Sure, I shall make new friends. Probably even some good ones. New doesn't have to replace old. Old is a world away from former. My oldest friend is...well, still my friend, and a good one. And I've made a bucketload since I met her.

And to those aforementioned friends who I only see once or twice a year, thank you for those one or two times. As I said, they were good, fun, and special.

To people not at the same uni as me,

I shall miss seeing your faces every day. I think I just miss going to school every day. Running into people in corridors. Sitting in classes together. Etc. etc. But we'll be alright. You are amongst the shapes in my heart.

To people at the same uni as me,

I shall miss seeing your faces every day as well.

To, just, everyone, I guess (including me),

"I remember being your age and losing my rat, Cedar. I loved Cedar with every fiber of my being and when she passed, I thought I would never be able to love another pet the way I loved her. 15 years later, I still miss her terribly but I want you to know that I was able to love all the pets that came after Cedar just as much. Love is wonderful in that it can never be wasted or used up. We can never replace the people or animals we have loved, but the love we feel for them can be expanded. I like to think of love as being stretchy. It is easy to feel guilty when you start to love a new pet - like somehow that means you love your old friend less. But when you think of love as being stretchy and able to expand, you can see that there will always be room for everything. You can love as much as you want."

To the general public,

My dreams have gotten weird over the past two days. Steven, Cat, Mahi, my brother, my parents, and I'm pretty sure my sister all invaded them. Possibly Bec as well. I think I shall post this all over Facebook.

I spent a lot of time the other night tagging all my tumblr posts. It has racked up a lot more posts than it used to when I had two blogs. Oh well. Maybe I shall go through all my blogger posts and tag all of those too, just for lols.

Things for this year:

Maintain a 75 average (otherwise uni doesn't pay me sigh)
Maintain a decent level of piano. No, actually, be frickin brilliant at it.
Get up to actual sixth grade clarinet. Or even seventh. Or eighth. Just, be good at clarinet.

And for the further future...

Somehow get onto Carols by Candlelight, seeing as MYO only supplies the strings and not the winds...somehow. Probably involves donation. A really big one. Or becoming a professional clarinettist/pianist...yeah right. Sigh. It actually reeaaaaally peeves me that I can't get in through MYO. Otherwise I might actually try properly for it. I don't think I'll do it. Rather join orchestra. Somehow. Somehow. Somehow.

To my former/current/possible friend (yeah, no idea what you are). Sorry, and stuff. 

To family, 

You're pretty cool.

Ramble 18

So like, Cat's gone to Thailand for a week on some crazy science thing. I think you already left, at about 2? I don't know. I should know more, shouldn't I? I should make more effort for everyone. Try to remember things better. Just try harder in general. It amazes me how many people stick around even with my "good enough".

I'm going to miss you. Going to miss having my security blanket around for a week. My reminder, person who keeps me organised. Confidence-giver. Squishy hugs no matter what mood I'm in, even if it's a mood where I can't be bothered with human contact. Nyurock. Safe trip, my friend, and come home safe.

And so my mind is jumping to a time after all this. Say, a year from now.

Who will I know? Will I miss them? Will I still talk to all those who are dear to me now? Or will it have become the situation where we try to meet up, but we're all a little half-hearted about it, and it just ends up with drifting-ness? I only talk to one person from my old school, and that sporadically. But we're good. How will it pan out for this? Although I do have more friends now then I did back in year 8. And not only has the quantity increased, but the quality has too!

At this moment of pondering, I'm not too worried. In fact, I'm not really that worried. It was just something I was thinking about. But I figured that if they're cool enough, they'll stick around. I hope.

I've done a fair bit of work today. But even so, I feel like it's not enough. Sigh sigh sigh.

Photocopying adventures

Today, Bec Tee and I spent a productive double free double-siding my Oklahoma music. Firstly, we spent probably ten minutes standing there, trying to figure out how to use the feeder thing. This was after we had spent ten minutes in the music suite just doing nothing. Anyway, it was ten minutes before we plucked up the courage to ask a teacher. The secret to using the feeder:

It turns out that the photocopier will automatically detect when there is something in the document feeder, and nom nom nom your paper and copy it accordingly. Ahh. Smart copier.

So after having fed 100 odd pages into the photocopier, we proceeded to bind it. But we realised, just in time, that we had double-sided it wrong. The left hand pages had ended up on the right, and vice versa. All the page turns were in the middle of the double-page spread.

So we did it again.

Having successfully copied everything, we finally got round to binding it. Not before punching some random holes in the now useless copy with the wrong double-siding. And then sticking in the new copy the wrong way. This was all Bec Tee's doing. So she had to take it out, and reinsert it.

It was finally bound.

And then we flicked through, proud of our achievement (the bell for the next period had already gone by then).

Only to discover that page 95 was missing.

It turns out that sometime during the rehearsal, either Cat or I had turned the page over, and page 95 had ended up upside down amongst the pages. So where 95 should've been was a white page.

So we had to copy 95 again. And then guillotine and slice it to perfection, before using sticky tape to stick it in.

Finally, my music is double-sided.

This process took about an hour.

The failed copy eventually went to Cat.

End story.

P.S.: It cost me about eleven dollars of printing credit, plus one more for the binding spiral.

I couldn't be happier. Though it is, I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated. But I couldn't be happier. Simply couldn't be happier. Well, not simply. Cause getting your dreams, it's strange, but it seems a little, well, complicated. 

There's a kind of a sort of...cost. 

There's a couple of things get...lost.  

There are bridges you cross, you didn't know you crossed, until you've crossed. And if that joy, that thrill, doesn't thrill you like you think it it will...still...who wouldn't be happier? Because happy is what happens, when all your dreams come true.

Well, isn't it?

Not a weekly update

Although I had told myself not to blog except for weekends, I will make this exception. This may set a dangerous precedent, but whatever. It had to be done. Because I feel amazing.

Today was a good day. I don't know why, but suddenly I don't feel like listening to If This Was  A Movie anymore, and had Helter Skelter and Fearless running through my head going home instead. It's a very Fearless day. I have no idea why.

A twenty minute trip from school to Flinder's can pack a surprising amount of depth in a conversation, as I discovered today. It was probably even less than twenty minutes. But it was nice all the same. Catriona, I reiterate that I'm really glad that I met you, and that there's no one else I would rather have been a Vice-Captain to.

"When someone opens up to you, you care for them even more." Or something like that. Very true.

In this moment now; capture it. Remember it. 

That video captures the emotion of the song perfectly for me. That's what I want this year to be. A video clip of the best memories.

My brother got a Taylor Swift card for his birthday. It plays about twenty seconds of Fearless upon opening. Jealous.

Onto Valentine's Day:

Jess, thanks for the rose thingo. It was very cute and I will also figure out how to make it cause it's adorable. Julia thank you for the chocolate. Both Catriona and Bec T, thank you for the drawings/messages written on the back of homework.

There was also a mystery person who we are yet to discover the identity of. We may never know...how Whose Reality. Whoever you are, thank you. The words meant a lot, especially seeing as I lose sight of them sometimes. I would not describe myself as patient. The opposite in fact. And I have screwed up in the past, so I guess that doesn't make me all too flash about the loving people bit. But I am trying.

If we could find out who you are, I would give you a very big hug, because you deserve it.

8:33pm
Listening to sick beats make me want to work. Or at least, it doesn't discourage me from working. I also colour the work I've done in my diary, instead of ticking things off. It motivates me to work in making my diary all pretty.

Although I do cheat a bit, colouring in half done work and then moving the rest down onto the next day...close enough. At least I'm doing stuff.

It has been a really good day and I have no idea why.

Ccccckkkkkrrrrr

That's meant to be the sound of an aeroplane engine, when it's taking off, for you unimaginative types out there who can't understand the language of onomatopaie. What a surprise. Chrome tells me I didn't spell that right. It is in fact onomatopoeia. Well, I guess the subject of too many unpronounced vowels brings me to the point of this post, which is that I am, if all goes well, on a plane which is bound for Paris. Well, Malaysia first, then Paris.

Very, mucho excited.

SNOW. And...well, France! I've always wanted to go to Europe. I think the strongest attraction for me is the atmosphere, especially France, with it's history and culture. Speaking of history, we're going to Versailles. I will probably explode from excitement.

One will assume that I will not be blogging much while I'm over there. So, unfortunately, the December/first half of January archive will probably be very small. I seem to have not been blogging much anyway.

So guys, look after yourself, stay safe and enjoy the break before the majority of you plunge into the fun times which shall be year 12. For this year's graduating class, it has been freaking epic knowing you, and good luck on your various trips to everywhere and anywhere, and have fun in uni. Apologies for not being able to go to Final Assembly. Bordeaux, and all that.

I realised I would miss people when I received a random text from someone. I can't remember who, or what it was about, but I only realised it about two weeks ago. Sure, I had been thinking of it, but then it really got to me how much I relied on the people around me to keep me sane and grounded. It got to me that I won't be able to report random happenings to anyone who will get it, or, and this is probably the more important part, in a language I can communicate effectively and hilariously in. That people won't be reporting random happenings to me all the time. That I won't wake up from a weird dream and be able to laugh with someone about the sheer stupidity of it.

I'm going to miss you all.

Thanks to everyone who texted/Facebooked me. It means quite a bit that you all remember, especially when some of you have been rather neglected throughout the year. Sorry, and thank you.

Bec Tee and Cat: I am rather disappointed we probably won't see each other until school starts. Stay safe, wherever you are.

Viv, I shall email as much as humanly possible. I will make up for lack of emails in one period by spamming you whenever I touch a computer.

Happy birthday for tomorrow Jose. Enjoy being 17, just smile and be happy. "I COMMAND YOU." Could you pick up my lock for me, aussi? Je l'ai oublié.

Hasini, enjoy yourself, darlink. I'll stalk you when I get back.

Words are very warm, even if they aren't very pretty. Beware of shifty people in India Mahi. If they try to attack you, launch a llama at them.

Julia, refrain from eating too much. And could you also pick up my blazer? Xie xie.

Bec, I will be unable to catch the train with you to places and discuss Naruto/Bleach with you until further notice. However, six chapters will have gone by by the time I get back, so we'll have plenty to talk about. Although six isn't actually that much in the grand scheme of things. Damn the slow pace.

Margaret, again apologies for the really dodgy rainbow. I tried my hardest. Take care.

Dear diary, I really want to go to the beach. That craving will probably increase ten-fold after I come back. Alice, we will convince your mother that you can swim. You'll probably be the one saving us from drowning.

My family, enjoy Disney.

My brother: enjoy U2 and Jay. Sorry I am not able to be home to Brawl. I wonder if Marie has a Wii...playing French video games could be rather interesting. Must find some sort of gaming friend.

Michelle, sorry I can't be there for graduation. My spirit will be floating around (in ecstasy. Snap), and, most likely, snickering at the antics of year 6s.

And I will attempt to not run into beanbags, coffee tables, chairs, door-frames, or any other type of furniture/part of the house while I'm at Marie's.

À bientôt!

Of puns and pyros

Haven't blogged in a while. Well, in a while is relative. In a while in Sarah terms. To be honest, I just couldn't be bothered. I still can't be bothered. But I felt that I should do this before it all piled up and I forgot what I was going to talk about.

Jazz night was fairly awesome, despite me only staying until about 8:15. It was still fun on what is known dubbed as the "puns and pyros" table. Owing to the fact that there were way (oh damn, I just made another one) too many puns involving Gavin's last name, and Cat's new-found fascination with burning edible items. Exhausting, but very amusing. I love muso nights.

Always knew that one day they try to bring me down.

I have also discovered the joys of Nirvana. I can't really hear what he's singing, but the general vibe, the beats, the guitar, it's pretty awesome. Which brings up the question of what exactly makes good music. What sets Nirvana apart from something like Linkin Park, which I don't like? I don't know. Don't ask. I have also been listening to 2Pac. Read too paahk. Not pack. I'm looking at you Hasini. Repeat after me: two. Pahk. Good girl.

We can make it better. Better we can. 

Sydney exchange was also very amusing. Got to spend class-time frolicking in the hall and music suite with Anton. Met some lovely people, and also rediscovered the joys of playing actual clarinet. And the joys of playing Lord of the Rings. We are so playing that for speech night next year. Although I would like a better arrangement. Including all three movies, not just the first one. I love the score for Lord of the Rings. It hurts my heart in a weirdly good way, although it borders on unbearable. It's so moving. Am also currently re-reading Lord of the Rings. Almost halfway through the first book. Tom Bombadil is rather adorable.

And why does Google Chrome insist that "movies" is a typo? Maybe it is...how embarrassing would that be for Sarah.

And I went and officially unemo-d my blog (had to put the hyphen there to avoid confusion. Although you're probably still confused). However, because I unemo-d it, I just realised that the centpost is no longer the centpost seeing as I deleted some posts, and it is in fact...

(Sarah goes to check)

...the 99th post, not the one-hundredth (I thought I deleted two. Hmmm). The centpost was in fact the one relating to discrimination, and Sarah's rant about how RC was prejudiced against her. Hrmmm...

It's the thought that counts, right?

Edit at 9:43pm - Now the 86th after a further editing. Eventually it's just gonna end up as the first. Hrmmmm.

All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.

IT'S A CONSPIRACY

MACROB MAIL IS NOT WORKING. WHY IS IT NOT WORKING? JUST WHEN I HAVE TO SEND SOMETHING TO A TEACHER. Well actually it is working, I just can't seem to find the address book button, and thus cannot email said teacher. I had actually done the work. I'm on at 10pm because I was doing the work.

Well, actually I was talking to people, but that's beside the point.

So today, we had a "fire." I thought it was weird that the doors were all closed. We have this little magnetic system on the doors, and I'll assume that the magnet must be turned on for the doors to stay open. Anyway, they all turned off, and it was amusing because everyone was so oblivious to the fact that the fire alarm had gone off, and one of the teacher's was trying to figure out what was wrong with the doors. It was amusing. And when I went back up to the music suite, I asked Cat about the doors, and she said that the alarm had gone off. Total unpanic. Until our co-ordinator came up and confirmed that it was actually an alarm. So we stood in the rain for about fifteen minutes, which was lame. And had another fifteen minutes rehearsal. No idea what the "fire" was, and the MFB guys who came didn't seem to be in that much of a hurry either. Amusing. I regretted leaving Anton in the music suite to perish, and my lunch. I was so hungry.

And thanks again to Jess for the emotional support. There, now you've got your third post.

This formal thing is stressing me out, and it's ages away. Why am I even stressing? I have a dress, I have shoes, both which I didn't need to buy. It's fine. Gah.

And no, of course my voice isn't ridiculously low. Why is that the only comment anyone ever makes when I call them? Why oh why? Of course it isn't true...

10:08pm as an afterthought: I'm feeling strangely at peach. Although that will probably go out the window when I play in music tomorrow with my slightly unprepared and difficult (for me) piece.

10:10pm: I meant peace. Not peach. Yeah, you can tell I'm tired.