Practicing

I played my trombone today. In my bathroom. I don't know why. I felt like it would be too loud in my room, so the enclosed space was nice haha. I don't think anyone was here anyway. I'm terrible right now though. I'm going to stick to my get-back-into-things practice regiment. Long tones, lips slurs, buzzing, breathing exercises until my tone isn't that of a 5th grader anymore. Then I can move on. My lip is swollen right now though and I was only playing for about 15 minutes.

I have to do some practicing for Irish class. I haven't been to a Wednesday class for three weeks. Break, didn't want to go, and then Rome. This teacher is harder too--she actually talks to all of us individually and will wait for you to answer. The other one is chill and cool and if you don't answer right away she answers it for you and makes you say it back to her. She gets that most of the time the probably is you just don't know how to pronounce the words. That really is the hardest part. We don't learn much grammar so it's all memorizing phrases and putting different words or people into the framework.

That's been it for today. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving yeah? Pumpkin pie doesn't exist here. It's really a shame. Stuffing either I don't think. I'll look for some next time I go shopping though. It's so easy and so good. Anyway, Friday the film for class is Silence of the Lambs. I don't know if I want to go see that. I haven't really had any desire to see it ever, but maybe it's time. I should be able to handle scary movies by now huh? Scary and gross are different things though. I used to not mind the gross--like Saw--but now that's worse to me than jumpy or creepy things. This one is gross scary right? I don't know. I'll see how I feel on Friday.

I missed Modernism last week, and I went in yesterday and we are already supposed to be done with Mrs. Dalloway...I've only read about 30 pages. It's not too terribly long though, so hopefully I can finish it this weekend and make some headway in Absalom, Absalom! by Faulkner. My English teacher last quarter thought Faulkner was a genius. He also thought that Hawthorne was the greatest writer of the last 400 years. Whatever. We shall see.