Like a Ship That Meets an Orbit

Blog No. 132: Italian Dialogue and Choir Concert

So I had to write a 2-ish minute long dialogue in Italian that I would say with a partner by myself. I tried calling my partner, Kaity, a couple of times and I left her a voicemail, but she never really answered back. An hour of typing and looking through the Italian dictionary later, I wrote a feasible dialogue, one that covered what we've studied most recently, which includes past tense and dovere, potere, and volere verbs.

Fast forward to today, 5/11. 

Today's one of the few days of the year where I have to bring changing clothes, so I brought my garment bag with my tuxedo inside. Most of the day it stayed in the cafeteria because I'm too lazy to lug it around everywhere.

First, I went to my counselor appointment to talk about my future plans and where my options lie for me now. Details of this will be charted on a special blog soon... [TO BE CONTINUED: My Fate]

I walked back to the cafeteria, being late for the last day of Archery. JT gave me lip when I texted him, but he quickly got over it when I told him the reason of my tardiness... I so wanted to go to, partly to glomp JT, partly to shoot arrows at balloons... 

Instead, I went to sectional... But no one was there... So I had a one man sectional that mostly comprised of me catching up on my Piano music. I have a feeling I might be in trouble because of it...

Then Choir was spent preparing for that night. Basically ran through each of the music in succession of the concert. Of course us tenors had trouble singing that high G# in our soli section of Placido de il Mar... 

Piper called ahead to warn Denny's of the mass amount of people conquering their restaurant, but they said that they already knew and have been pretty much counting on it. XP

I had gone to a "tenor sectional" after class, only the sectional consisted of Difuentez and I singing the solo over and over again, while my Evil Twin complained on how Dr. Hughes is treating the class while still commending him on his conducting ability. An hour of straining my falsetto and talking outside of school, so to speak. XD

The Italian dialogue went OK. Kaity was all nice about it, and she basically just had my style of attitude: whatever, man, just go with it. She also thought the dialogue I wrote was funny, seeing as I had her say "My father's a pirate! And whenever he goes out to plunder for treasure, my mom cheats on him with a doctor!"... OK so it didn't exactly say that, but it was implied... XP

I got dressed in the bathroom of the cafeteria to go to the call time for Choir rehearsal. The rehearsal started out OK... Then it got progressively worse as we got on Dr. Hughes nerves. I think he basically gave up on us within the instant people couldn't form a single file line or sit in the assigned rows in order of how we were on the risers. We had to walk back on stage, redo the walk, and sit there in the seats. He got really mad at us. Usually he acted jolly to try and lift our spirits up enough to do better at the concert. This time, something went wrong... The Choir was basically afraid to move until he gave the OK to have a break before the concert.

The concert itself was OK... Chamber did pretty well... Choir did too I guess? All I know is that when we progressed with the program, we kinda sloped downward. For the For Good song from Wicked, Chamber Singers joined us on the risers, making it more and more claustrophobic. There was a head where my folder was supposed to be, so I tried to memorize as the song went along. I was already in a crappy mood to begin with, what with going through life changes in the past week, along with the Wrath of Dr. Hughes... 

I pretty much said the word "ship" where the word was supposed to be "comet"... Not one of my proudest moments. XP

So I stopped caring. 

To add on to the list in the previous blog entry: Partly why I "didn't pass" Chemistry is because of moments like this, where my energy is taken away from me from trying to please everone, where my brain shuts down after a barrel of bricks landed on my head, and where the world hands me more crap to deal with immediately after. Which is why I might not be back in Choir next Fall. 

But then I usually have moments that follow the crapstorm...

We whisked off to Denny's, where we joked around and relaxed. I hung out with Taka, Justin (whom for the purposes of this blog I will call: Jehovah), Sergeant Pepper, Dictator Roze, JT, Josh (whom I'll call Morgan Freeman, even though he's asian, for his Morgan Freeman fetish), Piper, Difuentez, and Parkarr.

JT was being himself, which just means he whored himself out to Jehovah and Sergeant Pepper. Morgan Freeman hid JT's phone, which JT searched for until I called his phone for him 30 minutes later. Taka and I made Margaret Cho references. Then I ate french toast with hash browns and bacon with a cherry cherry limeade. Dictator Roze pretty much thought it was cough syrup, which only dampened my hopes of a good drink with my meal. All was well!

And... Marvelous. :P