Summer sizzles the brain

I miss the printmaking studio and all its goodies like madness. It makes me sad that my tools are sitting idly.

Piano lesson subbing = pretty good pay, pretty entertaining kids (especially the ones who pretend they've practiced), and pretty educational about how phenominally complex music is.

Jazz piano lessons = OMFG The last time I had to think this hard was when I took a French Lit class with Prof. Mehta. Instead of having to speak fluently in French, it's having to speak fluidly with the fingers and 88 keys. It's like the music is the outline, but you gotta speak it from yourself, not what's on the page. Dude...I knew Brubeck, Gershwin, and Krall all hit something in me; that's what made me want to persue it. It's the music that makes me feel like I've got something to give, but the road to speaking it is at the baby talk stage right now. Can I say RESPECT? All I can give is silent humility right now.

And...I think I might want to go into architecture. Because I think it's cool that it's a bit of math, a bit of science, and a bit of art mushed together. And I miss my math and science classes; it never ceases to amaze me how mother nature works so efficently, even if we don't completely understand it. Of course, that means getting all of those crazy liscences after the crazy tests, and I dunno what I want yet.

Probably never will, though.

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Afterthought: I cooked chicken successfully. Daddy approved. Because mom's in Hawaii taking care of both of my grandmas for 3 weeks v_v So it's my job to take care of Daddy and the house so she doesn't need to have another worry on her plate.