Had a mini heart attack this morning when I practiced the piano. Accidentally hit one of my keys too hard and got it stuck on the "pressed" position. Pretty much this:
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...Crap. (via kansascitypianotuning.com) |
Okay, it was less of a mini-heart attack and more of a "flip-the-hell-out" moment. I've had the same beautiful piano for... upwards of seven years now? Yeah, no way was I gonna let it break today.
So I fixed it.
...Somehow. To be honest, I was just frustratingly hitting the key really hard hoping that something would happen and just my luck, it fixed itself. Lucky me, I wasn't ready to tell my parents that I broke the piano that's almost as old as my sister because I tried to play something in fortissississississississimo.
Speak of piano, learning a new ditty today. Still working on Sad Machine, but I decided to learn a new upbeat piece since "Maple Leaf Rag" gets boring to play sometimes and "Original Rags" is too obscure to be appreciated by most people. So now this is what I'm learning:
Memorized about a third of the notes so far, but the version I'm working off really SUCKS, so I have to add in a few extra notes to make it sound nicer on the piano.
Worked on more of my poem, went for a run, briefly got lost during said run, and when I got home you know what was waiting for me?
Visitors.
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No... no... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (via collegecandy.com) |
And just my luck, they get here at around dinner time. Me, being the socially inept person I am, decide to hole out in my room and wait until they all leave.
They don't leave until midnight.
Needless to say, since I skipped eating dinner at 6 and went straight to my room after that run, I was STARVING. So I wolfed down large plate of food, which probably wasn't too good an idea since I finished at 12:45 AM and at the end of it, I felt like I was nine months pregnant with triplets.
RFotD: Psychologists say that extroverts tend to seek immediate gratification due to lowered cognitive processes. Hey, I didn't say that, AP Psych did.
SGAT: Almost finished my part of the duet poem. Almost.
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