Something has to change

On Mondays and Fridays, with my current schedule, I will not get an opportunity to eat after breakfast (at like 7:40) until after Pride rehearsal (at 6:00). I have an hour break at 9:30 (at which point I would not be hungry), and a half hour break at 12:30, but would I be able to get from class to the union, order food, eat it, and get to rehearsal in a half hour? I don't think so.
Something has got to change.
I'll figure something out.

I met an extremely attractive sophomore today... dang. I need to hang out with my roommate more often.

The senior boy I thought was flirting with me has a girlfriend. But his band's show was still really good, and I enjoyed myself.

I wonder if I'm imagining Z liking me... I hope not. He's cute, too.

I love college so much. SO much.

Actually

If I hadn't broken my wrist, I may not have met K, because I wouldn't have had to go to the fine arts library to find left hand music.
Hooray for blessings in disguise.

Oklahoma

The other day, I was sitting outside my new favorite spot on campus, and I saw a man riding a bike down the street without the use of handlebars. It was about 11 at night, and there were no cars to be seen, and it was a curious sight to see him sitting on top of his bike, appearing lazy from the waist up, yet working steadily from the waist down to maintain his laid-back posture. I was fascinated by this contradiction of postures in a single person... until I saw that the reason he was doing so was so that he could smoke a cigarette while riding a bicycle. Doesn't that kind of defeat the purpose? I mean, bikes are supposed to be good for you and for the earth... so polluting the air with cigarette smoke and strangling your lungs while doing so seems to be a bit odd.
It made me think he was less cool.
Finding out that people smoke makes me feel sad. Especially when that person is someone you care deeply for (not talking about the cyclist anymore... you know who you are. You'd better have been serious when you said you were stopping.)

Yesterday, I was in the practice building working on the Scriabin Prelude and Nocturne for left hand, and when I was done I went back to the front of Catlett Music Center to meet J, my ride back to the dorms (I had to run through the rain and the thunder to get there... and then I thought I was locked out. I got in, though). As I was standing in the Gothic Hall, watching the lightning through the stained glass, an organist was playing Durufle's Prelude and Fugue on the name ALAIN, and it served as a spectacular soundtrack to the storm outside (it wasn't a very flashy storm, the lightning seemed dimmer than any I'd seen before, and only very low rumbles could be heard from the thunder). The thunder lent itself to the piece very well... Spectacular.

so much

I have at least one reader who I have never met before.
This makes me happy.

I've officially moved into my dorm, and my roommate has, too. Classes start Monday and I couldn't be more excited.

I am an official member of the 2009 Pride of Oklahoma Marching Band, and I love it so much. Like, it's absolutely insane what people can accomplish when they actually care about what they're doing. We've learned half of the pre-game show, and I'm really excited about the whole thing. I've been meeting so many cool new people, and I'm really glad I did it.
By the way... SUCH an improvement over high school marching band. Like, Pride is to high school band as the mona lisa is to a stick figure drawn on badly crumpled notebook paper that's been trampled in the mud for a few weeks.

I have to keep my wrist brace on for like 5 more weeks, so typing is slightly difficult right now. I was up to like 80-90 words a minute before, and now I'm ridiculously lower than that.

When I walk into the music building, I often hear someone practicing on the organ in the gothic hall, and it gives me such a welcoming feeling. Maybe I should learn to play, like people keep telling me.

I had an extremely unhealthy sandwich the other day... Imagine a meatball marinara sub, but with fries on top of it. The marinara soaks into the fries and makes it so unbelievably delicious.

Today, my parents compared the souped up pedometer in the Nike plus shoes (which, by the way, are the official shoes of the Pride of Oklahoma. They're wonderfully comfortable. Like everything we have is Nike. It's unbelievably awesome) to the technological equivalent of Big Brother. I like technology, and the rate at which it is advancing, despite my parents concerns.

I met a guy named K, and he's rather attractive. He may or may not be interested, I'm not sure. He might just be friendly. I bought his band's album off of iTunes, but I have yet to listen to it. I'm getting there, though. It's in the J's, and I just got to the I's on my list.

Why does my best friend never listen to my advice? It's good advice.

Okay...

So I'm here in Oklahoma. I've been through oe day of Pride pre-camp, and I must say that I like it so far.
But afterwards, I went up to my dorm room to collapse (I have never appreciated air conditioning so much in my life). I couldn't figure out anything to do... very few people are here this early (although I did run into N randomly. Unexpected, but cool) and I'm sitting in my room bored out of my mind.

There are currently four people living on my wing. Me; the guy in the room next door, J; the guy down the hall who I haven't met yet; and the guy across from him, D.
I'll write more later. I'm going to go find something to do.

creative solutions to breaking your right wrist two days before you go off to college to major in piano performance

As I mentioned yesterday, I fell and hurt my hand. Upon x-ray examination today, we found out that I have a non-displaced distal-radial fracture in my right side, more commonly known as a broken wrist. I have a wrist brace which I need to wear for the next for to six weeks.
However, this is not the end of the world. I can still hold my flute, although playing is a more difficult than it was before. I don't know if I'll be able to move it to and from attention for marching band, but I probably will be able to.
Piano will be more difficult. However, Paul Wittgenstein was a concert pianist who had his right hand blown off during World War I. He then commissioned several piano pieces for left hand, including the Ravel concerto below.
Here are several ideas I had for possible left-handed repertoire for my first semester.

Bach Chaconne, transcribed by Brahms for left hand




Ravel Concerto for Left Hand (maybe? It's extremely difficult, and I don't know if I would get the chance to perform it.)



Scriabin Prelude and Nocturne for Left Hand


I'm going to make this work. This is possible. I'm sure my teachers will have ideas too.
I leave tomorrow!

You don't really realize how much you use your primary hand for until you have limited mobility in said hand.
Today, after my going-away dinner with family, I saw the neighbor kids on their ripstiks, so I got mine out (first to show my sister what they were) and decided to go ride with them.
Like five minutes after that, I fell going down a hill. I have scrapes, which I can deal with, but I also have a possibly-sprained, possibly-jammed wrist.
I no longer have the ability to rotate my hands as much as I could before.
I'm going to college to be a piano major on Sunday. Classes start a week and a day after that.

Why do I make poor decisions?