Sometimes I fail at poetry. Sometimes is more like often, and often is more like always. Well actually, maybe it's more with writing songs. I mean, I might have an initial idea at first but the white page glaring back at me is just too much to take. And then I get distracted by admiring my perfect Dixon Ticonderoga pencil point and keep staring back. And staring. I mean, I dunno. There's just something about poetry that like seems to suddenly change the words and format and how you think and have to write it. But yeah, I know- poetry doesn't technically have any rules or anything. Just... yeah.
Today I woke up pre-maturely and re-read the 2nd Maximum Ride book. It was surprising how fast you can chew threw those books; you blink and you're halfway through. Formula fiction for ya.
I hypothesized today that your amount of sleep affects trumpet playing. Today I tried practicing but for some reason couldn't get my air moving well. I just... it was like hard to breathe through it. The sound would lag and not get through the instrument till after a few seconds, and articulation was pretty much a failure. But somehow I managed to play throw my blues scales and whatnot.
Still excited for band camp. The band director's gonna mail us the audition music.. I heard it's hard, but I'll be able to do it.
I also rode in the car to a nearby town with my mom to take pictures. It was really rainy today, and my socks got wet, but I got some great shots. I'm pretty much like in love with the macro setting. I got my camera lens right up to the plants to get the water droplets. I also got my camera really wet since it was still softly raining. It reminded me of those Mac desktop backgrounds. Unfortunately though, my dad's laptop is actually running out of space so we have to put it on discs and stuff. I've taken tons of pictures though.
Tomorrow I guess we're going to Gruyere, but for some reason I'm not that enthusiastic about it. I'm just lazy, that's why.
A seven and an eight. =-78-=
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