7/13/10

I woke up 8:03, but ended up getting out of bed 9:40. Haha, I slept all the two or more hours in that time span. When I finally woke up and got everything done, and went downstairs to get my breakfast. I wondered if I could use the pan again for a tiny bit of cooking, but then, my dad already used the pan, and it had egg stuff and oil all over it. That's because I had the cheese omelet my dad always makes.Wah. I woke up with a feeling of dread, that my piano was today, at 4:15.

I was glad about the stall, but I always have a bad feeling about piano class. Not that I hate my teacher, I just hate piano. My teacher is Russian, and she has orangish hair. She says that I could play really hard songs, but my theory is like level 2, in CM stuff, NOT ALFRED traditional kinds. Because I play SONATINAS and Burgmüllers, which I think is level 5-7. I don't really care about theory, but I rather do the CM test than recitals or competitions.

I had brought my breakfast up to my computer desk place thing, and started eating and playing. Fantage, to be exact. I don't like the way premium members no matter what they wear they always win. I like only games where non members are playing. It's more fair. But anyway, I like to get coins and stuff. I have 10,000+ coins. I need to get more, though. I was just playing for no reason. Also I was going to PD tryouts, which I think are really stupid. The way you lose is by having a member in the tryout. STUPID! Anyway, nobody really likes me, fro just being myself. I only go to the tryout because I want to watch the action.

After playing computer for some time, I went downstairs to the SEWING machine. Not that exciting. I was finishing part 2 of my pencil pouch for my friend. I was finishing most of the outer part, adding an embellishment, and doing some of the inner layer. The outer layer I needed to sew the zipper on, which is first sewing the zipper on another piece of fabric, then sewing the fabric actually on. I had first finished the big part of the pouch on both layers. On the INNER layer of the pouch, I decided to put in a POCKET. I just hemmed the top part, and sew the piece of fabric literally on the inside layer. No need for hemming the other sides. What I hate about all sewing projects are that there are a bunch of random threads dangling EVERYWHERE. I hate cutting off the threads. So annoying, because cutting off too much thread equals stitches falling.

I was saving the most difficult parts of the pencil pouch for the next day. The other thing I did was sewing the embellishment. It was a pink apple with sparkly flower beads sewed on there. Sequins, I guess. I hand sewed it on the bottom left corner of the outer layer (DUH). After hand sewing, I realized how dull I was on hand sewing. I DON'T LIKE HAND SEWING! It's so slow. I never knew I had become so bad at hand sewing, I guess machine sewing got me really used to sewing super duper fast.

After probably sewing for at least for an hour, my alarm went off. That happened because my dad made me set an alarm so I wouldn't forget what time it was. I set it 30 minutes before the class, when my mom was making me food. It seems that my mom had forgotten, so i told her that I had to go to piano right at the time I was supposed to leave. Since her house is pretty close to ours, i usually leave 5-6 minutes before. Yeah. My dad kind of got mad at me, but I really don't know why. I had reminded my mom excatly five minutes before, like USUAL, and my dad was SCOLDING me. Weird.

The piano class was okay in the beginning, and was . What was really cool was that the teacher gave me a really hard song, that sounds really easy. The counts of the songs are really hard, like sometimes it's two notes to a beat or three (triplet) or four, or five, and I think that there is a six. It's nice that i finally kind if enjoyed the class. What made me really happy was that hen my mom came, and I was supposed to leave, my teacher said bye and smiled. That made it awesome!! Well that sounds weird right? But i really appreciate little things which leads up to doing big things.

When i went home, I felt really good that I had enjoyed it, and that I had gotten over the piano class of the week. I'm usually really relieved after piano class, because piano is just creepy. After piano i had swimming. I don't know about what I had did after piano, but then, swimming for me is at 7:00, so I usually get ready at 6:35. Changing and sunscreen.

My swimsuit is a white one with pink fish,  and pink text. Also there's a little tutu thing. Arg, it's the only one that fits me. BARELY. When I went, I was a little bit too confident. I had enjoyed the previous class, so I thought that this would also be enjoyable. Not that it is torture, but it was just more drilling stuff. When we did the 50 freestyle as the warm up, some person (proud, witty, thinks he's the best) started before me. I was the fastest that day, because the fastest person was not coming for that class. That guy had a probably 5 second start (plus 10, we go 10 seconds for each person, like one leaves on the 30, then next on the 40, etc.) and I still LAPPED him. I had gotten ahead of him around the last 3/5's of the lap.

Really swimming was all about backstroke flip turns. CREEPY! I get really scared of them. All my flip turns were about 3-5 feet away from wall, and my regular flip turns aren't that good. Hee hee, flip turns aren't my things.

I kind of felt sad because I didn't do as good as I did last week, so I kind of felt discouraged.  I don't like being just the okay person, but then I don't like being super competitive. Maybe just a bit better than average. 

I took a shower almost immediately when I got back home, so I didn't quite stall that bad. I was too moody too.

Not much more to my day, because i had forgotten all of it. ( I wrote this two days later, I should be more on time right?) I'm sorry, I'll be more responsible next time, I promise.