I got home from Job's house around half past 7. He got a cute haircut. First we went and rented Radio and I thought it was an ok movie. I may have been too preoccupied thinking about other things to really watch the movie. Job was a sweetie, as usual. After that we watched some Willy Wonka, then he played Grand Theft Auto, and we watched Analyse This. Well I didn't actually watch it as much as I fell asleep in Job's arms. *big smile* I really don't want to say anything else about my time with him because it's all... nothing anyone would really be interested in.
*sigh* I was and still am super happy but I have a feeling all of my 7 months of blogs have been deleted because in my 'posts' section it says...
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So basically I can't revise any of my previously posted blogs because I don't have access to them. Oh well. Next!
Solo Ensemble... We're all screwed, for the most part. Mr. Zunker didn't give us nearly enough time to practice our S and E stuff. Brb, Pc...
So... I have 5 events all together and I don't really know any of them besides clarinet choir. I've only practiced woodwind choir twice because that's how many times that group has gotten together. Jake never comes in and practices so whenever he does he messes up our tone majorly and especially makes me look bad because we have the same part. My singing trio I've only run through maybe twice with Kate and Kayla and one other time with just Kayla, which was just weird with only two parts. Kayla and my duet is going really good and we've practiced a few times. I've practiced my solo tons and only twice through with my accompianist. Solo Ensemble is so screwed, for me at least. Ok, yes, that last sentence was a great example of bad grammar. What is a comma splice but you know what this whole blog is filled with it so it doesn't matter. Talking about grammar, no more! I'm off.