Solitary Stride

Well i wrote a new song today. It might sound weird written out here but . . . oh well. DONT STEAL IT. i know it'll be worth it's weight in sapphires someday.

I've been to the place
where no one says Hello
And I've seen what it's like
from either side
I've felt the chill of formality
slap my face
Why, why, why
does love have to criticize?
Why, why, why
do we lie
about the fire that's died?
Why

I don't think I really know you all that well
And all you know of me is what you choose to see
Where was the fork in the road
where we split down the middle?
You took a step to the left
and I to the right
I thought we'd come back to a solitary stride
To a place where we'd walk hand in hand for a while
But one step became two
and we knew
and we knew
that you
and i
were through.
Why?

I was inspired to write this after watching one episode of "1 Week to Save Your Marriage" on TLC. This couple was apparently "in love" during their youth, got married, had a child and now, four years later, do nothing but fight. He's upset because she's gaining weight. She's upset because he keeps criticizing her about gaining weight. and so on and so forth, said Toad. Anyways, it was discouraging to see two people who used to be so in love (yeah right) be so irritated with each other 24-7. I was kind of partial to the wife, since she was mainly just getting badgered the whole time by her ruthless husband. So i wrote the song as though it was her story. I know. kind of strange. But it worked. I haven't written music in a while and it was good to get it out. Voila.

The Iron Fist of Mickey has reeled me in once again. i was only supposed to work untiil noon today, so that i could jaunt off to my piano lesson (at 2:30). 10am rolls around and my lead says to me "They are extending you to 4:30." Just like that. After having an internal seizure and battle of the vocab, i smiled and said "Okay." so i had to let Dr. Murray know (for the FIFTH week in a row) that i will NOT be coming to piano lessons. RAWR!!!!! I feel like such a hoodlum skipping so many lessons. I mean, granted, I haven't practiced since the Dark Ages, but still.

still.

In other news, I found out that on this upcoming Saturday I get to substitute teach piano to children (and one adult). How many children? FIFTEEN. well, okay, fourteen with the adult (who, by the way, is my friend's dad). Disclaimer: I have never taught a lick of piano in all my born days. I am frightened out of my eyeballs and I have no idea what to do or what to expect. AH! if anyone knows anything about anything please help. help help help.

This subsititute teaching thingamajigalometer is going to be my main source of income for the next year. 15 students at 15 bucks a pop...sakes alive, that's delicious. Not to mention two other jobs on the side. Cottage president and voice lesson accompanist. yahoooey. Also, i will still be employed to Disney until the following May. I only have to work holidays (which is terrible if you ask me) aaaaaand - i get free admission (truth be told, the ONLY reason i haven't quit yet).

I feel like rambling up a storm. no one is home and i am hungry, Mother. I could eat a whole elephant. I did the worst thing to myself today. I ate practically a handful of caramel. I KNOW. sounds large. It was in smaller portions...but add them all together, it was definitely at least a solid handful of caramel. Pure liquid sugar. Delightful. And probably the worst choice of the day, I think, not to mention my pretzels + sprite lunch.

I think i should practice piano. I think i should read up on how to teach piano. I think i should eat. I think that today, I have the worst female voice in the whole world and I wish i had never started singing because now I just want to quit. Alas, quit I do not. but i still think it sometimes.

a letter from CalArts came in the mail today. Twas but a brochure, but i achure (haha) you that i was nonetheless excited.

okay, FUR REELZ!!! bye.