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Well, summer's been interesting this far, but by interesting, I mean, dull and spent mostly in the house. Now that I haven't had to get up early for driver's ed, I've started going to bed later at night/earlier in the morning- see the time stamp on this post- much to my family's dismay. The only thing's I've actually been "doing" are practicing for a musical and playing in community concert band. The concert band's ok, but if D March of the Belgian Paratroopers hasn't sufficiently traumatized me during DMA last year, then it definitely has now. As for playing in the musical pit...
I. Hate. Damn Yankees!
The music sounds like it came straight from the fifties, and thanks to the score publishers being grade-A idiots, woodwind parts got put into books screwy. Who thinks that the clarinet is an adequate substitute for English horn?!
On another drama-related note, my mom thinks I'm smoking weed; I'm not. Not smoking tobacco either. Let's add a big, fat "NOT SMOKING ANYTHING" sign to that, because even with normal lungs, I still can't make a nice, solid sound on t-bone. Adding smoker's lungs to that mix would be worse.
My little sis, nearing Bat mitzva age, got her portion assigned; it's smack in the middle of Deuteronomy, if I remember correctly. I'm just freaked out that the temple is sending out the notices so soon; she's only ten. Freakyness aside, she's most likely going to be the first woman to become bar mitzva in my family since...forever. My male relatives have all have gone up to the bimah, but either by choice or lack of opportunity, no woman has. I hope she does.