I went to bed at 2:30 last night and woke up before 12 which is amazing because usually I could sleep till 2 with minimal interruption.

The beginning of the day was spent sitting around in pajamas doing absolutely nothing. Interim came and my mom was like "I know we talked about this, but I might have to call anyway to show that I'm concerned." or something like that, and then I told her to stop it because she doesn't have to prove that she's a good mother to my teachers, they know she is, and I know she is, and all that calling them will accomplish is giving me a nervous breakdown. So I'm getting notes. But still. She doesn't get it.

Started getting ready for the concert at about 4:30 and my grandmother showed up at around 5:00 even though she completely knew the concert wasn't till 7. Not only did she show up early, she just unlocked the door with her emergency key and walked in because she said we weren't answering the door. But we told her the doorbell was broken awhile ago, and she really could have knocked. She's crazy.

Went and got Mari and we got there at 6:15 while thinking up a plausible story for our lateness ("My car wouldn't start! It was horrible!") but nobody even asked or seemed to care, so it wasn't needed. Phew.

The concert went okay. I am proud to say I was the only person who was a member of both chamber choir and orchestra (okay, not really, Ian is too, but he wasn't there). That either makes me really cool or a big nerd. It was kind of frustrating, though. When we got there I had to get my robe and then tune my violin which decided to go insanely out of tune because it is old and crappy and not even mine but belongs to the school. Then the choir went on and we did pretty well, I think. Imhoff actually did a good job at introducing things without being annoying or stupid or trying to make his voice an octive lower like Mr. Duncan used to do. After choir, I ran back to the orchestra room, got my violin, hung out for a few minutes and then went back onstage with the orchestra while carrying my robe with me so I could run and sing Messiah with the choir at the end. Orchestra was NOT pretty. We had to start one song over a couple of times which is so extremely embarassing. Mr. May took the blame, but still, it didn't make us look so good. We're already the laughing stock of the music program (Man, that is pathetic. Being the biggest nerds in a big bunch of nerds.) During the same song there is one part that is supposed to be played with a mute (for non-music people = a thing you put on your instrument to make it sound softer) and May told us that if we didn't have a mute, we shouldn't play that section. Except that none of the second violins had mutes. So I was possibly the only second violin playing that section (I didn't have a mute, but I didn't care, I just played really softly) and it was kind of embarassing because I must have looked weird doing entirely different bowing and everything from everyone else.

Anyway, I'm sure you were all bored by that and skipped down to the next paragraph by now.

Orchestra was eh. And then we had Messiah which was both orchestra and chorus, so I put my violin down and ran offstage, put on my robe while running in the hallway to get to the other stage door which I found to be...locked. Some bastard had locked it and I couldn't get in. Fuck. I tried the other stage door which was actually visible from the stage, but it worked and I did it discretely enough that no one noticed. Phew.

Messiah kicked ass. And that's all I have to say.

After the concert, Matt, Philippe and I decided to go do stuff. After sitting in Matt's car for awhile and being indecisive, we went to the diner (very funny things happened there. Go read Matt's blog for details about George Clooney and his insanely large nipples and the waitress who hated Matt. It's very funny.) and then to Philippe's house to find a DVD to watch. We found "The Bone Collector" and then went to Matt's to watch. That was lots of fun and Philippe kept falling asleep and waking up randomly and getting confused while Matt and I just laughed. Then it was time to leave and that was sad because I was having fun. Matt drove in front of me to the high school because I had no idea where I was going, but before we could even get that far I had to get out of his driveway which I was horrible at. I hit the curb at least three times. Go me.

Got home. Sat around. Wrote in blog. Sleepy time!!