Why is it that when you think you finally have a friend that will be yours forever, that you loose them. Someone, everything has managed to ruin itself.
People going out need to back off, grow up, and leave me alone. I hate them.
I was digging through my cd collections (who still uses these anyways) and I decided to listen to Piano by Candlelight for a bit. I get to the last song, and boom, I want nothing more than to play it. Nocturne in D Flat Major, by Chopin, easily qualifies as a new favorite song. I don’t know, but after Clair de Lune, and now this, I think I have a thing for D flat. Heh.
I’m pretty sure I have it in one of my books, I just can’t find the book I think it’s in. I hate my music library; it’s so disorganized. Someday, I’ll have to clean it up, but for today, I’ll just keep looking.
I bent over backwards to compile and encode the piece into mp3 so that most everyone will be able to listen to it (I really wish Vorbis was the standard though) so do me a favor and take a listen. I think I might take this for a my winter “family” concert. It’s quite spiffy. Now without further ado, Nocturne in D Flat Major.
Okay, so I survived the PSAT. I never actually thought it might kill me, but it sure was boring. The good news is, I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance (actually, I really did) and I think I did quite well on the test. After the PSAT I went to progressive.com to get a quote on car insurance, at my parent’s request. ‘Twas fun.
After this adventure in the web, the family and I decided it was prime pumpkin-pikin’time. Off the patch we go and home come we with some nice pumpkins. Weee. The best or scariest moment of the whole thing was when I realized that I was driving home. My very first freeway conquered, we returned home.
I’m now working on a new program (AIM-like, XMMP(Jabber) based, chat client) in java. I’m thinking about using it for my final project in computer programming. We’ll see how things roll out.
Peace!
So, this would be considered a mistake in writing or printed material. I’m not really sure what I am writing, but I supposed I should at least put something in here.
Why not make it a mistake. So, I’ll accidentally share my thoughts in the unsuspecting world. That is, of course, if you all don’t mind.
I’m really not looking forward to tomorrow. The PSAT is not my idea of fun, nor do I imagine it to be anyones. I can’t believe I actually singed up for the blasted thing. It’s all my actions that get me in trouble. Woah, that’s a shockers.
I also realized how lonely I really am. I know, it’s boring and cliche of me to say such monotonous things, but it’s the truth. I see everyone pairing up and finding their love, and I’m still stuck in the “crushed-on-love-but-not-told-her-yet” phase. I need to grow up.
I feel like such a mistake right now. I thought I’d share such errata with you.