So, it happened. I told myself it wasn't going to happen. Actually, two things happened which I told myself weren't going to happen.

First one is serious. Really serious. Saturday, February 24, 2007 is the Virginia Festival of the Arts. And I have to play two solo piano pieces at the Musically Advanced Class II level, two duets at the Musically Advanced Class I level, two quartets at the Musically Advanced Class I level, and a Concerto at some level easier than the other stuff.

The solos are Ross Lee Finney's Nostalgic Waltzes 4 and 5 (have to play both... to count as one pice... don't ask me why) and Scriabin's Patetico Etude in some minor key I've momentarily forgotten. Evgeny Kissin plays it particularly well.

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The duets and quartets are easy enough. The concerto I don't mind; I'll have it memorized no problemo. Nostalgic Waltz 4 and the Etude are killing me. 6 more pages to memorize. 3 days. 3 DAYS!!! F*** you, Virginia Festival of the Arts, for planning Festival right smack in the middle of the busiest time of the year for me. Ugh.

The second problem I have is I suddenly find myself extremely attracted to a girl I met at the Park Scholarship finalist activities. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. But she lives in North Carolina. And has a boyfriend.

Murphy's Law triumphs.

And I'm still on a safari looking for a Prom date. Will high school ever bloody end?