It's also really light because it's an inexpensive student horn and also a single, not a double. I must have played double horns most of the time because this is astonishingly light to me. Or else am giant strong Hulk person now. Hulk play music!
You know Hulk is on my phone case, right? But I was thinking I'm more like reverse Hulk. When I get all happy and excited I run around all over the place and exercise like a bandit (do bandits exercise? to practice for getaways?) and get much, much smaller.
Don't make me happy. You'll like me when I'm happy. Wait. DO make me happy! Wait.
That means I'm angry right now, if I'm figuring that out right. Am I angry? Is that why I'm all Hulked out?
I THINK THIS MAKES SENSE. But then I can read my bath towel, so....
I graded some papers in McDonald's. And I drank some kind of blueberry pomegranate smoothie. It's moments like that when I think: this is some poorly drafted Matrix type reality, because obviously there is no earthly way that McDonald's sells fancy chicken wraps and blueberry pomegranate smoothies.
But then I dribbled chicken wrap sauce on my cardigan so I knew it was the same old reality as always.
I did not get done with today's grading. I have nine more to go out of 21. Tomorrow! I decided I'd stop by 11:00 in honor of trying to live a reasonable schedule at least some of the time. Ha! Not that I was up doing a puzzle of MOSTLY SKY last night until 3:00 a.m. and then couldn't sleep anyway after that.
It's blue and gray and clouds and mottled and pretty. I love sky puzzles. But it doesn't exactly zip along. The mental health people say not to RUMINATE on things, but you are allowed to think about things, aren't you? What's the difference? I really don't know. Let me ruminate on that for a while.
Hmm, lately I keep having unpleasant interactions where someone who shall not be named keeps on picking fights with me and then starts actually hollering nasty insults at me. It's kind of amazing, because who talks to people that way? Insults. They start with "You are..." and go on to contain a lot of seriously unpleasant and also untrue (incidentally) things.
Yeah, I can't figure why I'd be angry. Heh.
Picking a fight = getting in my face about things that she knows we don't agree about and digging at me over and over and over, trying to get me to get mad, and then when I don't, insulting me every way she can think up. Obviously you choose topics that you know will get someone riled when you do this. But I don't get riled. I say things like: "It's a free country. You can think whatever you want."
It's sort of hilariously YA, isn't it? In a bad way. Like, in other words, literature that is AGAINST this sort of thing, I mean.
What else? Surly anger about anything I get excited about, like oh a French horn! Telling me I went on a shopping spree when I bought deodorant and stockings and puzzles. Yeah, your basic line crossing. (The Mary Janes haven't started to arrive yet, hee!)
So I came home with my French horn all excited and got cold shouldered and haven't been spoken to since. It's good to remember that this is someone else's problem! Your stuff! Not my stuff! I refuse to make it my stuff, though it's irritating in the way that, say, a sleet storm might be irritating.
I'm still excited about my lovely (cheap) French horn! It might not have the best tone in the world, but then, it cost me very little, and now I can learn to play all over again and wrap my head around playing in F. And it was SO FUN to be out at the little stone table outside McDonald's trying out the horn.
I picked it up and blew one note first thing, a big long B flat, to the surprise of a man getting out of his car, and then on that same note I sang to him, "I played a note! I haven't played since 1985!" and he laughed, delighted by surrealism, yay!
It's so weird to be so very into raining on someone's parade. What a misery. What a constant unpleasant misery! Sleetstorm, that's what. I want to do the opposite. I'm like, "Yay, a parade! I will bring fun stuff and march in the band! Oh boy!"
This! This is rumination! See how I did that? I know!
Now I need to figure out what music to play to learn again. I might have a beginning horn book somewhere. Surely you can get music as ebooks?
Time to go figure that out. And incidentally take out some seams to resew, such that my black jeans will no longer feature giant ankle pavilions. Oh! And sew Nimona costume! Oh boy!