Shortly before my last meal.

Eleven is the awesomest number.

My piano teacher is a very nice person and an excellent teacher, except that sometimes she seems to focus on what I find the wrong things. I can't get the rhythm (and that is a cool word. the closest thing to a vowel is the y) of my latest piece. I've been making most of it up as I go along, and she doesn't seem to notice or think it's important. Then she stops me during another piece to explain that I'm not doing the slurs right. I spend the next ten minutes playing two notes over and over to the beat of relâche, soulève, relâche, soulève. Every once in a while, she'll jump up and exclaim, "That's it!" I cannot hear or feel any difference whatsoever between those occasional perfect slurs and my other attempts, but I nod my head and make a mental note to find my horrible metronome.

Ah well. Like I said, she's a nice person, and I owe a lot of my abilities in piano -- whatever they are -- to her.

I realize that much of my blog is spent on my rants about things I hate. (ie. lipgloss) Well, I apologize, but I'm going to bring another one into the scene. I really don't like it when people say, "You're the kind of person who would...." First of all, seeing as not one of my friends is inconsiderate enough to say something like that, if someone says it to me, it is invariably someone who really doesn't know WHAT kind of person I am. Assumptions can be annoying, but assumptions that are false and unsupported are often hurtful. This makes me angry. It makes me want to stand up and yell, "Yeah, well you're the kind of person who makes false, unsupported, and hurtful assumptions!" Doing so might be hurtful in itself, but at least my declaration would be supported and possibly true.

Of course, these assumptions are typically not ones I care to hear, the less so if they are true. I realize I seem like a terribly unadventurous, opinionated, self-righteous nerd, but there are some things you keep to yourself. (Unfortunately for all of you, there isn't much I keep to myself.) I'm sure (I hope) I'm not the only one who feels this way. Everyone else is just too considerate to say so or too easygoing to be bothered too much by it.

So, after all this, I must conclude that today was actually a nice day, even though every single period of school was an utter waste of time. Comme d'habitude. I'll see most of you demain, and don't take anything I said here personally (even though none of it applies to anyone reading). I just needed something to say.

At ease in the thick of chaos.