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The AntiSymantec viral software just sent a notification. Apparently another trojan is now in quarantine.
My piano teacher wants me to play Bach because it is like the Bible of music. Basically, if you make a tiny mistake with about one note, everyone can easily tell you did because of the style, as with Mozart.
Going to lessons provides about an hour or more to think about life while listening to music. This can get rather depressing after a while if all the songs seem to be remorseful or regretful. It's also a good time to stare out the window, looking at the reflections that various Summerbrooke ponds cause throughout the neighborhood, or staring at the sky. Alternatively, one can think about speeding down Meridian on a dark night (was that redundant?), completely in control but so bordering a fatal turn. Although, thoughts can't get really violent if one's mother continues to put on the CD with your favorite piano concertos and decides it wasn't loud enough already, so you have to turn off the iPod because there really is no way to listen to Rachmaninoff and The Killers at once.

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