Hot Peppers

My brother: Oh, hot peppers? In Wisconsin, I was the only one who ate them so I'm used to them now.
My father: When I grew hot peppers, you weren't born yet.

It's true. The movie yesterday was pretty darn awful. June only covered a small portion, so that we wouldn't all suddenly censor Blogger, of the atrocities that we were forced to undertake because of Chanyang's beautifully marvelous taste in movies.

Time to drive.

Found on Wiki as Usual

"...a virtuoso was, originally, a highly accomplished musician, but by the nineteenth century the term had become restricted to performers, both vocal and instrumental, whose technical accomplishments were so pronounced as to dazzle the public."
My piano teacher gave me the task of finding my own pieces in preparation for a competition in about a year. I might not actually do the competition, but the task is kind of difficult. I keep finding these amazingly virtuosic pieces. Or, some really easy ones that I don't even bother listening to on YouTube. So I don't know, I don't know how to find one or two pieces that are not classified by the MTNA to be "R," for "romantic." It's freakishly difficult to find things without knowing about them at all beforehand.

47 Days 02 Hours

Runiteking1's brother has provided some amusement recently. My brother seems so boring. This week, he has had camp in the mornings, as he during two other weeks throughout the summer.
My brother: Today we had a talent show... I had a talent.
My father and me: ?
My brother: I can speak Chinese.
The sad part was that he was serious, and he never actually speaks Chinese anymore. His speech has become very Americanized. And his rare Chinese is covered in an American accent. Awful, no?

My other brother is pretty funny too.
Jack: except marshall wasn't there
:'(
that's what did when i saw that marshall wasn't there
[I told him it was my new Facebook quote.]
Jack: it isn't funny
do you laugh at pain?
my emotional pain?
Jack: if you put that on, you're a bad person
me: i put it on.

Two days ago, an idea popped into my mind. Something small and not very spectacular that seemed like a good thing to do. Well, it was finished yesterday, with a small bit of tweaking today. The only issue is that now that I finished, there is nothing else to do in its stead.

"Dark Blue" by Jack's Mannequin:


I have edited this post many times today. Another thing to add: Not too long ago, I was cordially invited to The Power Bloggers. Friday is my day.

[Later...]
Ryan: thats why kejing has to go to college with me to amke me food
or i will have to eat grass for nourishment
William Dunn: the soup might need about a half tablespoon of clam juice to balance out the potatoes
me: aww ryan
Ryan: im not kidding either :'(

8:00

There's nothing weird in the video; they just chose a really awkward place to put the still image before you click on the triangle to play it. Thanks a lot to Won, who seems to know a lot of depressing Korean videos and movies.

The Best Mail in the World

I got to the end and cried.

And I'll forget you, at least I'll try.

It's nice. Having an unopened, hardcover book that smells so new. Hopefully, it's going to quite an adventure, even if it lasts less than 48 hours. 24, if you're lucky and it's really good. ...wanting to flip through the four hundred or so pages. I prefer hardcover books for some reason. The only small issue is worrying over the paper cover's condition after holding it for so long. It's sitting on the table, waiting for you to to be absorbed into a fictional world. But there's two, and I don't know which one to read first. I showed them to my mother, who said they were beautiful relative to the price. The translation into English didn't work very well.
Reading used to my biggest hobby. And then, I went on to do better things such as violin and homework and dropping violin, doing more homework, playing more piano, and practically dropping piano... Things like that. I haven't read a book for the fun of it in about a year now, or so it seems. If I have, I don't remember. I feel so illiterate.
And while I continue to ramble about myself, well I guess I can do that because this is my blog, but anyway, I've never wanted a car so badly.
::EDIT:: Well, that's what I get for not paying much attention to the day's post: countless grammatical errors.::END EDIT::

I'll be waiting for you, baby.

	The Strokes - You Only Live Once
	Found at skreemr.com

As I read Lacey's post on The Power Bloggers, it reminded me of the years, oh so many years ago, when my mom and I went grocery shopping in Birmingham. My dad had a piece of Twix every day, or so it seemed. He probably hasn't eaten it for years. I need to buy him some when I can drive myself to Wal*mart. Like in early October when it's his birthday.
The seniors graduated at the Civic Center yesterday. My ex-husband actually called my cell phone but I didn't answer it because the cell phone is not often conveniently nearby unless I'm going somewhere. I'm going to miss some of them very much.
Tomorrow is my sister's birthday part. Aren't we getting old so quickly?

That's Not Karma

From the New York Times website that I accessed from news.google.com: Ms. Stone said last week during an interview at the Cannes Film Festival: “I’m not happy about the way the Chinese are treating the Tibetans because I don’t think anyone should be unkind to anyone else. And then the earthquake and all this stuff happened, and then I thought, is that karma? When you’re not nice that the bad things happen to you?”

Um. That was ridiculous. Just because the Chinese government did something that might be "mean" doesn't mean that the "karma" is going to rebound on innocent Chinese citizens. Ms. Stone, at this moment, I can find no reason to respect you.

Sorry, J.

I pretty much fell in love with another dead European composer all over again- Franz Liszt. (My other obsession is Frederic Chopin.) No, not in the weird way. I mean, his music is so amazing, and today, I am specifically writing of one such Paganini Etude that he wrote... La Campanella. It is the third of the Grand Paganini Etudes, and I wish I had the music because I would probably begin to try to learn it. This wouldn't be extremely successful, but it is worth a try.
Here is a not-so-great version of it, no offense to the at-the-time-14-years-old boy who is playing. I downloaded a professional version a few minutes ago, and I will send it to you if you contact me about it or something.

I also finally decided to search for "Dawn" from Pride & Prejudice, and I actually found it by the time Anna got here. It was extremely exciting. "Love Song" had such bad quality that I spent a bunch of time just tracing over bars and adding note stems where they should have been. Anna had fun with my Gmail account.
Today also happened to be the last day of school for sophomore year. Nothing very exciting happened, but we all had some great times at lunch as usual. Very good times, indeed. I already miss people, though. And yeah, all of them miss Jerrod.

Redundancy

I liked when I get up from lying down because I was oh so tired and as soon as I get online, I see that I received and email. And it was email about a comment that someone special wrote on this blog. I liked that someone out there also likes eating food, more specifically White Cheddar Cheez-Its, though I'm not sure if she specified the flavor, but I certainly did. I like that they aren't very healthy but every now and then, I eat them anyway, and they aren't even really that good but I was hungry. I like that I was assigned to be someone's BFF, and that she chose me and five other people to write each week on a blog so that we'll have a post every day. I like that I don't have any exams this semester. I like that about half the things people wrote in my end-of-the-year book had to do with math. I like that sometimes when people don't know things, runiteking1 tells them to ask me which molecules are in the cytoplasm and nucleus [but I don't know, either]. I like that we are all annoyed by the same person. I like that I agree with Jack's mom very, very often. I like that when I asked, "Is Jack okay?" she said "Not usually." I like that it has been really sunny outside, even though I sweated a bunch because of the humidity. I like that Vicky thinks I'm talking to a certain someone because I don't answer her within the minute. I like that you've gotten this part into my post without being really annoyed and tired of how weird the beginning of every sentence sounds. I liked making a cake with Ryan and Jack and Jack's mom and Jack's sisters even though it took a ridiculously long time and I had to go home before we even finished putting the icing on. I like that I get to relax this week.
I love picking up a piano book and playing my heart out. I love how much my friends make me smile. I love thinking about the same person over and over and over again.
I read everything that everyone wrote in my end-of-the-year book (if that's what I want to call it. Lacey, I know you made me a big yearbook but I couldn't tell you at that moment I already had something because your book really made me speechless because it was so unbelievably sweet of you, so thank you thank you thank you, even though I know I already thanked you). I was just sitting at my desk with the sun shining through my windows... smiling. There are so many people out there who are incredibly caring, patient, intelligent, deserving, loving, admirable, and I would add "Asian" if that didn't sound too weird. We are all so proud to have gotten to know each other, and it means so much that sometimes, all we might end up doing is wondering why there isn't any background music to it.