*My computer is being a poop. That’s why this is so late. No uploading pics or sending emails on my laptop for me. Inserting pictures using an ipad is possibly more frustrating than editing stories on an iphone. This week, I’m getting lots of practice doing both. Help!
Guess where I saw these ducks…
Disneyland!!! With my favorite people, of course. We were on a SoCal music tour with our orchestra. Yay!
Our first activity was seeing/experiencing a Medieval Times show. Related to music? No. Educational? Not really. Entertaining? Errm… I guess so? I’m pretty sure I was witnessing animal abuse; one of the horses appeared to have an unnaturally shiny silver coat. However, the best part of the show BY FAR was this poor fellow. Say hello to the Medieval Times poop-scooper. His one and only job was to shovel horse manure. I’m not kidding. He stood there with his shovel just waiting for the horses to take a dump. This is my motivation to stay in school.
During the show, they served us a gigantic dinner. I’m talking half a chicken, tomato bisque, garlic bread, roasted potato, another unidentifiable meat product, and a small pastry. The food wasn’t bad, but the way it was served? Umm, no. ALL my food was touching. TOUCHING. Not okay, like, at all.
The next day, we went to some sort of symphony performance. As you can see, we had front row seats. Just kidding, we were in the nosebleed section. That was actually a good thing, since I slept through at least 1/3 of the concert. Whoops. In my defense, I tried really hard to be interested in what they were playing, but I my appreciation for live (or non-live) classical music is limited, if you get my drift. I realize that sleeping through the performance was incredibly rude, but I was really sleep-deprived at that point. Plus, I had another hour of editing/transcribing ahead of me, so I needed that extra sleep.
Gummy bears, Pandora, and girl-talk with the roomies. Thanks for a great time, guys! <3
In other happenings, I tried my hand at taking pictures of my cousin’s synchro team during practice. They never cease to amaze me.
Apparently, one of my little friends decided to run out of the house after dark and scare my parents half to death. They thought he was dead for a good six hours. Luckily, they found him sitting outside our kitchen door the next morning. THANK GOODNESS. I imagine he was a bit pooped.