Pyrowhere
May 6, 2004
It's been two whole months since I wrote a new welcome note to Pyrowhere. Sad, no? Pathetic? Oh well, get over it. All will be explained.
As my musical talent demands, I was asked to play music for the school play, an interestingly comical rendition of Pippin. ("We make plays funny!") Well, as the time ticked on by, all the musicians that swore in blood to play, dropped out, leaving me (a poor, lone flute in a world of singers) and a drummer.
Needless to say, things did not go as planned.
The drama director wound up telling us to play with the CD of the show being professionaly done. Apparently, professionals have no regard for the keys and notes written in the "official" Pippin book.
So, practices for drama were long and dull, but the cast was extremely funny--making the entire experience excellent. (Three e-words in a row. Go me?)
The spring band concert was just about two weeks ago. Nothing really much to say about it. We came, we played, we left. There's no excitement in concerts anymore--I dread them now. Boring to the extreme degree. (Another random e-word. I deserve a blue ribbon.)
My typical day with the play and concert kept me at school until about 9:30, meaning that I was spending just about 14 hours at school. Not my happy-go-lucky way to spend a day.
But that's all over. The fact that I was sick all throughout the entire month of April is not really required to be mentioned. However, I do feel some strange urge to rant about the uselessness of doctors.
We pay them to cure us of some sickness; ie, cancer or the flu or something of that sort. You know. But do they cure us? Now, they prescribe medicine after medicine that does nothing but give our feeble immune systems something to laugh at.
During the course of one (ONE!) month, I saw my doctor three times. And am I fully healed? No. Of course not. I still have this cough, this headache, this irritating popping sound in my ears. Doctors are in fact completely worthless. I refuse to see them anymore in my life unless they are giving me drugs that will take me away from reality. (Like the ones the nice man on the corner gives me.)
And now, back to what I was saying before....
My birthday was this past month, April 20th. Hell as always. I hate birthdays, but I'll spare you and not get into the entire reasons as to why or how my day was ruined.
I'm also thinking about making my hair go completely wavy-curly, in its natural sort of way. I'm tired of trying futily to straighten it and hide the fact that my hair is wild and lacking in any control whatsoever.
Updates? Actually, I have. Be proud of me. (Speaking of that blue ribbon I mentioned....)
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UPDATES: I have added a page mocking my attempts at Cantr II (an RPG). Look for it on the Roadmap.
I have also added a page under Ethereal Pages (look on the Roadmap) that leads to a link of all the random main text segments I have ever posted. You can visit there and read some old little tidbits like this, see how I've changed, see what dark (and/or dreary) mood I was in at the time, and search randomly for funny quotes. Be sure to check it out.
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Well, folks, I think that's it for me today. I'll try to add some of the pages I have when I get a chance.
Thirteen days left until summer break. (And only that barrier of exams barring my way...crap.)
Latae.
Yours until mealtime,
~ Aithne Veradine, Leader of Oppressed Garden Gnomes Everywhere
Recent quote:
"Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can."
~ Danny Kaye
Song of the Month: Numb (Linkin Park)
Random Dictionary Word: eaglestone
Eaglestone: // n : a concretionary nodule of clay ironstone about the size of a walnut that the ancients believed an eagle takes to her nest to fascilitate egg-laying