I've been working on my music over the past few nights solid, clicking, clicking, transposing, even in my sleep. I finally handed over the finished copies to my pianist today. She seems a little weird, but I can't judge her by how she looks and talks. I'll wait for her to actually talk about something, then I'll decide if she's weird or not. It's like my tuition teacher who gets excited when talking about filing.
Bad thing is, I'm still not done transposing my songs. Good thing is, there's a very short song that's left, with no accompaniment, so it won't take long at all. I'll do it tomorrow, in time for Monday when I have my voice lesson.
V asked me if I want to exercise with her every week so we can force each other to work out. Sounds like a great idea, I've been waiting for an opportunity like that, because it's really easy to procrastinate exercising, especially in this sweltering heat + humidity. What a killer!
So, we're going swimming and jogging, depending on the weather (and other things). I think it will be great. I'm still exercising regularly, but it's always nice to have company. We're starting this Friday.
The 12th is drawing near, and I feel more worried than ever, although not SO worried now since the songs are within my comfortable vocal range. I hope I don't screw up "O cessate di piagarmi", though. It can really sneak up on me, sometimes. I must be super-alert and focused.
Still really into Philippe Jaroussky since the day I found that photo. Stupid obsession. Found some other photos of him today, of him being "human". I love his hands. I love his shoes, too, he has some really cool shoes. Quite an expressive individual.
We're finally getting a dog! After months and months of going down to the SPCA week after week, looking and waiting for the right dog to come along. Went down there today in a rush because I had to pass the scores to my exam pianist, so I only had about 5-10 mins to look at the dogs. I got to play with two dogs, one of which is little Orio (oreo). She's a sweet little Jack Russel Terrier, 1 yr-old, just got sterilised. She's black and white in colour, friendly and very active. She jumped up when she saw me approaching, that's what caught my attention. She's really small and skinny, so I think I'm going to feed her a little more.
Mom really likes her, so that's good. Dad didn't say anything good, but didn't say anything bad, either. Only just now he said he doesn't think it's that cute, but that's all right. I think she's quite cute, and frankly, cuteness is not really a factor for me. A lovely personality is a must, and she will slowly grow on me overtime.
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