August 3rd, 2005

botticelli

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Upset at events of earlier today.. basically Theresa showed up an hour and a half late. Then I cleaned merely keyboards before watching a documentary, and basically not being able to clean what needs to be cleaned, and then sent off to do my errands.

Errands done, so now I'm home with Deb. We played instruments together. I taught erh Maoz Tzur on her clarinet. I had to keep saying notes differently than they were because I was playing flute, and thinking in concert C, whereas her clarinet (like all regular clarinets) is concert Bb.

Aaanyway. Taking her to the mall. Peace.
botticelli

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I hate how my dad always interrupts me if I'm talking to talk about something else completely styupid. I was just asking my mom whether I should warm up the chicken soup yet/if she was almost ready to eat and then he just starts talking over me asking "do we really need a washer?" (ours is broken, and getting fixed tomorrow)

this happens ALL the time. Not the washer breaking. The interruption. GUwioeyorwegoutwruogwrogwre.