[LEGIT JOURNAL ENTRY!!!]
Just got back from my orchestra concert. It was amazing~
Let's see...Imma describe my day...and how the concert was generally the cause of all of it.
So, I woke up early to compensate for my various activities and preparations in the morning. Actually, NO, I didn't, because I accidentally turned off my first alarm. So I ironed my shirt for the concert, and tried to balance out that with getting dressed, packed, and fed. I ended up being late; I left 6-7 minutes after I was supposed to. I had to powerwalk, then jog, then run (as much as you can with a backpack, purse, and secondary bag/viola) to get to the train on time. It was pulling in.
I had given SO my viola to hold as I had my arms full enough as it was, but they were lagging behind so I offered to take it from them and carry it while they carry my bag. Swapping, I told them not to drop it; my book was in there.
Upon which I dropped.
The.
Case.
Viola included.
I was worried at first, but hey, if I missed that train, I wouldn't have a music class to worry for. So we ran, and were apparently the height of these passengers' morning; they said we were too young to be that out of shape. (We had ran [run?]/trotted for about 1-2 blocks.)
Checking my viola at the subway station, I cringed at the sight of splintered wood NOT attached to the rest of the instrument. The viola's main body was fine, but I had broken the bridge.
Throughout my day "London Bridge Has Fallen Down" was the code on my brain.
SO, that went wrong, then I had a notebook check in my first class and couldn't find my notebook, even though I had torn my locker inside-out looking for it. The second bell rang when I was at my locker. I got to my first class tardy, earning my "second" tardy, and consequently a detention.
*Snicker*
Have I mentioned that I should probably technically have a...iDunno, in-school suspension for the number of tardies I've gotten? So I lucked out there. Prob got a 0 on that notebook check, though.
In division, I asked my locker partner if she had seen the notebook in question, and she reported having seen it a few minutes ago in the locker. Afterwards, she pointed it out to me, and I groaned. (However, I held and still hold suspicions that she had accidentally taken my spiral. I'm almost absolutely certain that I went through the whole locker; that's what made me late. I think she tried to lie to me...)
With the sightseeing at my locker, I was late to math. Luckily, Mr. J is an elderly gentleman whose hearing isn't so hot, and he was at the moment preoccupied with another student. I took the opportunity to silence my jingling phone charm and slink behind him and into my seat.
LIKE A BOSS.
Avoided another tardy.
The rest of my day was okay; I didn't even let the bridge or detention get to me because I had decided to either not care or just be happy and excited.
Oh, the only thing that was kind of a downer was when my pal and I carried out our plan to make and eat popcorn (let me tell you, there was a lot of walking and floor-traveling). I put it in there for 2-1/2 minutes, like the bag said, but we tried to get all the kernels popped (is that even possible?), and we left it in there for the whole time. When we took it out, there was smoke and the popcorn in the bag was burned, especially in the middle.
Burnt popcorn is the saddest thing in the world, isn't it? We only got through about half.
The hour before the show was fun; I had a moment with my viola-sharing buddy in the Orchestra level above me. We share the same viola, and we already knew each other, unlike many if not all of the other members. So when Mr. M asked Symphony Orchestra if anyone shared an instrument, and if they knew with whom they shared, BUDDY nodded enthusiastically, making me laugh. In fact, he was the only one in that orchestra, I think, who knew their sharing partner.
He pointed at me to let Mr. M know who his partner was, and I nodded and held up the viola. We then proceeded to nod at each other and make two-finger eye-have-you (MGS4 reference) signs and such for about 10 seconds.
Good times, good times.
...
I'd been wondering why the heck my right calf is so sore ("I haven't done anything..."). Then I remembered:
"Ah-HA! It's probably from that strenuous morning run from earlier."
This is why when I say we're late, we don't say "Okay" nonchalantly and stroll about our business at a leisurely pace. We will miss our train, or kill ourselves trying to make it, and that is not fun.
Believe it or not, I loved my day; I worked on my self-control.
And I found a penny!
*Random: My dinner consisted of granola and water. GOOD STUFF.
[Fun little catchy saying I had thought of but can't remember HERE]
--To Be Fed To Wolves
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