Three-fifths of my family are leaving for GOD BLESS AMERICA in two days. I am very sad that I don't get to join them because of uni assessments and whatnot, but I'm reassured by the notion that New York and I will be good friends when we do meet. You know I think we both share a fear of mediocrity. Also today Lady Gaga said 'everything in my head moves like 42nd street' and something bigger and stronger and nicer than me was there with me, all the way in my nothing town in Palookaville, Australia. One day, New York!
In other news I'm getting sick with something sinus-y and glumpy and in a way it's kind of a relief, because it means I don't feel so guilty about walking instead of running or making flower crowns instead of practising this:
which will feature on an exam I'm doing next week. Urgh. I really like Steve Reich but I like to appreciate rhythmic pieces rather than try and stretch and squeeze my wild head into polyrhythms and patterns to actually play them. I don't know. My rhythm teacher is very nice to me because he likes my clothes (he says) and can tell that basic numeracy skills are not my forte, but am trying really so hard that my fists make fingernail marks on my palms.
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