After Five Long Years

My cello luck has finally run out. Every day since the school year started, the school cello I use has had at least one out of tune string. Yesterday there were two (G and C, and on the day we played songs with a billion notes on those strings!), and today was my D. Now, I know someone in the first orchestra class uses this particular cello in 3rd block, so I'm quite confused as to why these strings continue to become out of tune.

And before you say anything, I don't tune them because my tuning ability basically breaks down to attempting to figure out if the string's current pitch is too high or too low, and then turning the fine tuner until it sounds right (it usually isn't.)* Don't get me started about the pegs, because they don't like me either, for they always twist back on me, making the string worse then it was before. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, use the Internet you're on to find the anatomy of a cello and how it works. Then you shall be enlightened.

*However, don't get me wrong, I will try to tune it every once in a while, but I usually end of sitting there twisting things.

Anyway, some funny moments in school that happened yesterday. While I'm on the topic of Strings, I'll explain something real quick. Every week we will switch seats so don't get used to where we're seating, we don't think we're better than someone else because we're sitting in front of them, etc. The only problem is, there's only two of us cellos. So when we basically swap seats, you can just imagine the surprise we experienced.

For example, I walk into class, sit down with my cello, and when Mrs. Bierkan is standing next to her stand (the conductor's one, you know what I'm talking about). I say, "Wow, I never expected to be sitting here today. It was such a surprise." Mrs. Bierkan says, "Really? You didn't?"

She was joking, if that wasn't obvious.

A couple minutes later, when Michael (other cellist) walks in, he looks to where he's sitting and says, "Yeah, I never expected to have to sit here." We apparently have the same interest in sarcastic humor to some sort of degree.

Now on to my second piece of humor that occurred yesteray during Infotech. I'm sitting next to Suzy and we're on the Internet to help find info on something we're doing in pairs (we were looking at things about washing machines and washboards, for your information), and on the Wikipedia front page, they were talking about the Com-Air flight that had crashed on Sunday. I said how it was amazing how fast the news stations had gathered all this information about it, and by the end of the day, had bascially figured out how the plane had crashed. Here's where everything turns back on me:

Me (reading about the incident): Well, only 49 people died.
Suzy: Patrick!
Me: What?
Suzy: ONLY 49? Geez, it sounded like you wanted more people to be dead.
Me: No, I didn't. There was a survivor, you know, the only guy out of the 50 to come out okay.

Or something along those lines.

So, the Astronomers Finally Did Something

And they made Pluto a dwarf planet, decreasing the total number of planets in the solar system 8. According to CNN Student News, several New York elementary school children are furious at this change, and several wrote letters to the IAU complaining. They also listed their thoughts on why they think Pluto should INDEED be a planet.

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Uh-huh. Yeah. I'm sure people whose jobs it is to decide these things are going to care about the opinions and change such a huge decision because small children are complaining. For example, if astronomers continue to discover more and more space objects around the same size as Pluto (oh, say, maybe around a hundred), then wouldn't they be obliged to be call every one of these space objects a planet. And it's hard to make a pneumonic device to memorize every one of those planets. At least compared to nine.

But hey, if eight year-olds feel like proving they're just oh, so smart, then be my guest. When your brain explodes, I'll be in my house laughing.

I Hate Stereotypes

I hate them. A lot. Especially when I'm forced to hang out with people who perfectly act out those stereotypes. For example, at Matt's party there were four guys who were complete morons, and I think I might have almost gotten a headache just from having to listen to them. However, this one line saved me from complete madness:

"Oh my God, you like that one guy from Accepted. He blows stuff up with his mind!"

Kristen (you know, Jesus) said that when we were playing a card game--Old Maid, I think-- and she saw the side of my face. Now I kind of want to go see that movie.

Summer Days

I just can't be patient for Thursday and Friday to come. That's when I can go back to school and get my schedule, and I really want to know my schedule. But I have to wait a week, and I still have to do my questions for my summer reading (which I will do, Mom, so leave me alone about it).

I'm watching TV right now, and One Piece is on. This guy who can stretch his limbs and crap is fighting a guy who can become whatever he eats. And there's a blue-nosed half-reindeer/half-human thing running around, too. Oh, and there's some normal people. I don't know.

Bleh.