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Nixon in China
By John Adams, Edo de Waart, Trudy Ellen Craney, Marion Dry, John Duykers, Stephanie Friedman, Thomas Hammons
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So a RedBull exploded in my backpack on Friday last week... and there was a chamber ensemble performing and I missed them playing Piazzolla! gar... I'm practically trying to fail Web Design and I still have a 101%--what is this? Snow day: spent it sleeping and loafing around. Today: spent it sleeping and loafing around, did a little math hw, little violin, freaked out because I realized I hadn't started my Consumer Ed hw that was due online in two hours. Sigh. Last weekend: Went to Carnegie Mellon for a composition audition. So weird. There were these elderly interviewers (a man and a woman) who randomly flipped through my scores and talked to me about Lou Harisson and George Crumb, but mostly about vegetarianism. Well actually, they weren't so much talking to me about vegetarianism as they were talking about it to themselves in front of me. Then they started talking about shooting deer and wild turkeys in a back yard in Pittsburgh... But hey, I really like the unie... a lot. Sigh. Too bad I'll never get into both the college of science and the conservatory. I've found that I have this habit of going out cold when I sleep--as in, nothing can wake me up, not even blasting Latin jazz... So as a precaution Thursday night (of early Friday morning, I suppose) when I wanted to take a one hour nap, I arranged for two people to call me one hour later (at 1:30am). So I set my ringtone volume to "stun" and put my phone in my pillow. It worked. Though it was kind of awkward to thank people and talk to them while I was still half asleep... So I'm getting pissed at Hillary for starting all these little bickering session with Obama. I dunno, maybe it's both of them, but it's not positive publicity for those that will be teetering on the metaphorically moderate fence (aka, apathetic fence) when the general presidential elections come around. Meh, I still don't know who I want to win the Democratic nomination. Haven't been following the Republican primaries; the candidates are creepers, can't watch. Why did I take APUSH senior year? So my hideous designs for the APUSH t-shirt won because no one else submitted any (in fact, I only submitted the hurried designs because no one else was doing any and someone had to). The dorchestra t-shirts I designed are soooo much better (or will be if they ever get made). I need summer--or at least good enough weather to ride my bike whenever I compulsively get the urge to wiz through streets and parks and by terrified little kiddies at 30 mph. Heheheh. Naperville needs some better hills. Seriously, the fastest I can get going around here is like 32 mph. Pathetic. Superbowl Sunday tomorrow. Blech. Barf. The epitome of arrogant American consumersim. Seriously, Walmart's advertising their "Superbowl Center" where you can walk up to this random floating set of blue shelves labled in clashing block-letters, boasting about how great American football is. Please. American football is the sport for people who need things like helmets, shoulder pads, mouth guards, half time shows, timeouts, set plays... oi. If Americans would just get past their superiority complex and admit that the purists' football is the real sport, the world would be a rest. Manifesto Futbolista. Amen. That's right, bow down to football. Not the lame excuse for football that Americans call a sport. The real football, the real game. I mean seriously, even by popularity: the Superbowl XXXIX had only 94 million viewers for a one-evening event, while the World Cup averaged 1.1 billion viewers per day for a month-long event--there was actually a collective viewership of 28.8 billion for the 2002 World Cup. Wake up America. Your elitism is scorned by many. | 
