Day 10 - A photo of me taken over 10 years ago

The closest 10 year ago picture I can find. This is more like...eight years ago but I don't have anything else handy. Is my friends Kathy, Stefanie and I at a band concert at night. Actually, I also remember the bag I'm holding, which I made out of old jeans. They had daisies embroidered at the bottom and I outgrew them.

Day 9 - A picture I took

I take a lot of photos so this was actually hard to pick one. I've recently done some sweet ass body paint that was a close runner up for an awesome photo I took but I wanted to go to this one. This was taken in Italy, during a rehearsal right before the last week of the month for a new opera, Iago, by Carlo Pedini.

It was our first time running through the death scenes, where like in any good Italian opera, everyone kills one another and then they're all dead. Tensions were definitely running high and I was the only person having fun because I was just slamming away on some tremolos and giggling. Eventually, our director has to leave to take a phone call, and everyone ends up playing with the blue fabric (chi) on the floor, and this chaos ensued. Yay good times.

Infatuation

Infatuation is the best feeling. I enjoy being liked, I enjoy liking, and I love the heady rush. It can be a person, sometimes it is a person, recently it's been some serious Ravel. I think my boundless energy comes from the intrinsic headiness of being in like, which then transfers itself to my music choices for new repertoire. The Ravel Piano Concerto in G is so full of natural screaming hyperactive bounce, sensuality, shimmer, song, and a run-and-jump feeling that I can't help but being drawn to it. It has all my moods, even a hint of the tired but that hazy blissed-out tired.

I'm also returning to Alborada Del Gracioso. Repeated notes still whooping my ass, and I expect them to for a while, but playing it is so much fun.

Oh you know what else is weird? I'm going to be singing in public somewhat solo for the first time ever on Thursday, you know, since I was...five. My two friends and I are covering The Paper Raincoat's "Rewind" for a Cooper Union open mic or something. I'll let you know how that turns out.

Every night is filled with something. How do I still have trouble sleeping? Gyah.

March Madness

It's March and I only posted about five times in the beginning of February. You can imagine I'm up to some no good. :) Week 2 of February was a great weekend of Chinese New Year's, Valentine's Day (which I did nothing for) and the start of my February break. I spent most of it in Harlem, having adventures, and being snowed in with the occasional trip home. Right after break ended (of course), I started getting serious audition panic, so there was a lot of practicing and small rewards. One of those was some serious food fest. There was takoyaki, yakisoba, pigs feet, cream croquettes, butter mushrooms, and I think we got something else too, but it was followed by a three course dessert at Cha-An, which oh, did I mention it's my fav. place in the city?

Actually, my audition was yesterday. It was probably the fastest 7 minutes of my life. Even though I didn't play every note perfectly in place (Maybe I missed a trill or a note in a run somewhere...like those parallel fourths in the Chopin 1st movement? So likely.) I think it was important that I showed that I had FUN and that I enjoyed playing, which I believe I did. Is it enough to get me into school? I don't know, I feel like it's extremely political and for once, life's NOT fair. Even if I played my best I might not have gotten in. Who knows. I came home and slept for another hour before going out adventuring in the city again. When I woke up, it was a brand new day and my audition was over. I even came back and practiced Chopin 4th movement out of the sheer joy of it somewhere around 11:30 at night. Word.

I'm weirdly anxious and bouncy today, even though my audition is over. I didn't sleep until 4:30 but woke up at 7:30, then 10:30, extremely eager to start the day. Currently, my hands have this gorgeous gold nail polish...then they're dyed green on the fingers. I was working on dying a wig in fabric dye last night till about 2:30, for a costume party Jean-Paul and I are going to tonight. It's going to be all out body paint on our parts, and since I'm the one that draws, I'm already up, ready, and planning how this paint dealie-o is going to work. Perhaps updates on paint as I get it going? In a half hour I'll be starting mine, and mixing up some gold so woooo to that. I should probably find some anime to watch to make the day go a little faster.

Day 8 of Sharing

A photo that makes me sad -- oh boy, it's tough. To FACEBOOK!!

Recently, I haven't had a lot to be sad about aside from being seriously poor on some days. I've been stressed, but I haven't been sad. This is Alex, my ex-boyfriend who I was with for nearly five years. We operated mostly long distance and every moment we got to see each other was a gift and a major event. You can imagine we have many many photos taken together. You can also imagine that he hates me in the face real bad.

Alex was a huge part of my life and responsible for so many great changes, but there's definitely some sadness and bittersweet nostalgia. When you look at my Facebook photos of which I have many, this is the first one that shows up, somewhere on pg. 4. I pretty much know to skip like, another four pages of photos so I don't get all nostalgic and sad. I once drew a picture of him based off this photo. We had been walking around ALL day, trekking about the city exploring and having fun together, and at this point, we were sitting on the ground near a pole at Penn Station, waiting for a train out to Long Island.

I think though, this is probably some of the better sads I've tasted. It has a lot of beautiful things in it but it's still sad. Like Beethoven's 2nd movements.