Interested thoughts
Current mood: hungry
Category: Blogging

Everyone changes as you go through life, and its interesting what you let go of and what you keep with you. Some things give you no choice, and they become a part of you, whether you want them to or not. They shape who you are, whether its something you want to strive to repeat in your life, or make sure you never allow that kind of thing to happen again. It's the idea that you never regret anything (almost anything...), you simply learn from it. I could say that I think i've changed a lot over the last year, but then I would've said that about the year before, and the year before that. Always in different ways, but always hopefully toward a better, happier, more respectable, (and less oblivious) Brian. I feel compelled in this moment of interesting contemplation (between classes) to reveal some of the things that I keep with me (whether I want to or not) about certain people...

Ben - PAY ATTENTION!
Chris Dowell - SHUT UP WITH USELESS BABBLING! (or, as the fortune cookie told me, "Speak not if what you have to say is no better than silence")
Mom - treasure and enjoy the simple things in life. If it makes you smile, its worth your time.
Celeste - Always keep your eyes and ears open to who you're dating, and what other people's motivations are... and that 'forbidden fruit' is one of the worst truths ever. And long distance relationships suck.
Kelly - Love can be wonderful, and something worth fighting for, but can frustratingly change or drift away for absolutely no reason. And spooning is AWESOME.
Alyssa - If something seems too good to be true, it is, guaranteed. Perfect doesn't exist.
Many people - (for the most part) Girls 18-20 simply have no idea what they want with regard to anything, and don't give too much regard to what they should be doing anyway, so should normally not be trusted.
Vince - "Females will ALWAYS be females." haha, thank you, but also: Do what you enjoy, and what you are good at, and do it well, and don't let the rest bother you.
Buh (my late grandfather) - Your word is the most valuable thing you own. Make sure everyone in your life is not only whoever they are, but are also your friend. (you're not only my son/father/teacher/frat brother/etc., you're also my friend)
Chris Dornan - ....whatever he would do, do the opposite, and you're probably on the right track...

There's lots of others, but that's what's on my mind for now... and btw, ESTRELLA WAR XXIV IN ONLY THREE DAYS!!!! WOOHOO!!! And my brother's book, the Book of John, is published on Cafepress.com and EXISTS! I am excited. And I am feeling much less sick lately, and the only downside to that is that i've lost movie-announcer-guy voice. But you all should check out my new voicemail...heh heh heh...

But I'm gonna be late for choir now if i don't hurry! Comment if you will, i'd be interested to hear your reactions to this interested thought, or perhaps some of those things that any of you carry with you on a somewhat daily basis...

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done
Current mood: blank

As my last blog was "breaking...", and I am a fan of fitting things together, this one should be called "broken".  I have finally crashed, or at least, that part of me that was getting all worked up, emotional, and wrapped up in things that didn't really matter.  I am finally and completely out of love with everything - life, friends, girls, all of it.  My heart has finally popped, and put itself away.  I don't think right now I could fall for anyone, or let myself be hurt by anyone.  I don't think I can truly cheer loudly or cry, either, but such is life.  It is so easy to let myself fall into wherever my emotions lead, but for now, i am, and would like to stay, dead. It's safer and healthier for everyone around me, and especially for me. If anyone thinks I'm too emotional, now's the time to reconnect with me.  If anyone cares romantically for me, or wants to claim my heart, and I may or may not be talking about one person in particular (a little restrained part of me hopes so), then that time has passed.  You had your chance, and I gave you every bit of me.  I have been hurt too many times to let this happen again.  I no longer want it.  At least not now.  And who knows, I may change my heart on that tomorrow, but my mind is made up.  I shall respect my need for my own energy to be with me.  So for a while, no one gets any part of me, except my ear, should they need it.  That I am always willing to give freely.

[edit] For those I've talked to about my mood colors, it feels that all of them have been frozen in ice, and the whole room is dead silent.[edit]

Comment if you will... words of encouragement are always nice, to know I'm not completely on my own, but the funny thing is that right now, I wouldn't care if I had 0 friends, or a whole damn school cheering for me.  None of it means jack to me anymore.  I ONLY care about what I think of me now.  See, the way this will work is that I will always cherish those that send energy my way, but they no longer get major parts of my heart.  And the trick is that I'm fine. I'm moovin and groovin.  I'm just done.

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The Day the Towers Fell - 5 years ago...
Category: Life

I figured I'd post this, since 5 years ago, we were all there when it happened.  what were you doing on that day?

Tuesday*3:05 PM*9/11/01*Entry3            ~The Day the Towers Fell~
            They say that during a person's life, he or she will only witness a few events that they instantly know will affect History and the demeanor of the world.  The last few were when we set foot on the moon, or when JFK was shot.  This is one.  Today, at about 9:00 AM eastern time (or 6:00 here), two huge passenger planes crashed deliberately into the two twin towers of the World Trade Center.  Then at about 10:00 AM, another plane hit the pentagon, and the twin towers  that were already hit collapsed completely onto hundreds or thousands of people standing around or helping or doing whatever they may be.  Thankfully, 1 other plane crashed onto the ground in Pittsburgh (and maybe one in Pennsylvania) somewhere.  
            I was temporarily awoken by my annoying alarm at about 5:58 AM or so, when into my returning dreams I heard my mother call, "Brian!  Come here!"  I instantly was having a dream that there was an airplane frame with 5 or 6 seats at various places in the frame which as a whole was supposed to be some sort of multi-piloted video game, when she said it again, more forcefully.  She was saying it to me from a seat in the left-wing section of the airplane frame and pointing to an empty seat next to her.  There were other people in the other seats, probably family, but as soon as I could obey and go to the empty seat next to her, she said it for the last time and finally woke me up with a snap.  She was saying it from her room and the TV was on.  I pulled myself out of my comforting bed and walked into my parents' room to find my mother and father sitting up on their bed watching the TV and a picture of a building with very black smoke pouring out of it.
            Before I could be confused enough to ask what this was or why it was so important, the rambling newscaster's voice, which had been in the background, repeated that several floors of one of the World Trade Center's twin towers were burning, and that the other tower had just been hit in what seemed to be a deliberate attack.
            They then replayed earlier news footage of the one burning building positioned in front of the other healthy tower. Very calmly a plane that looked like a normal, but still really big, passenger plane flew directly toward the tower, went into it, and a huge horizontal fiery explosion came out the other side.  It looked like something that you would expect to see from a good pyrotechnics effect in a movie.  My initial thought when I saw it was, "Wow, something really interesting is going on in the news!"  But once I had been awake for more than 15 seconds, it began to dawn on me that this was a real plane, flown by and carrying real people, hitting a real building, and it was in fact the twin towers of the World Trade Center.  Shortly, President Bush was on TV saying that he thanks the courtesy of the elementary school he was at, that there was a national tragedy (for those that didn't know) and that he would do what is necessary and would be flying back to Washington immediately.  They informed us that the first attack happened a few minutes before 9:00, and the second one a few minutes after 9:00.  The top portions were toast, literally, because no firemen can shoot water that high, and no one is going to go up to the -oh- 80th floor or so to fight the flames with hoses that couldn't reach that long anyway.  It was amazing that something like that could or would happen.  But that wasn't the end of it.  
            I was going to be late for school if I didn't take some action, though, so I took a shower, did all the regular preparations for school and left at about 6:43 or so.  My only chance to make it on time would lay with the highway, which is normally really crowded at this time of day.  It was sordov crowded so at about where Summerlin Parkway meets with 95, I decided to turn on my stereo to 94.1(they were laughing a lot when I turned off my alarm).  They too were - as I suspected - talking about the attack on New York.  They said they were dumping everything they had planned, in order to cover this.  At this point they had on the phone someone who knew what was going on.  He was saying that the rumor that the airplanes were from American airlines was still unconfirmed, but that one of them was going from Boston to LA, and that they were probably hijacked.  The plane on tape was making no attempt to change course or miss the building in any way.  Then he went on to say that the pentagon was hit (he was obviously confirming a rumor) by another plane, or possibly a helicopter, and that it was burning, or at least part of it.  Then Mark and Mercedes stopped altogether their morning show - after Mark's mom called to see if he was alright and got back from New York safely - and put on the air the news that they were listening to.  The news carried on, describing what was going on in New York about this, who might have done it -of which Osamma Bin Laden (however you spell it) was one of the prime suspects-, and that flights were being cancelled and more carefully watched.  According to this news reporter, the word being passed around though, is "steady, steady, steady."
            When I got to class, James Cordes was telling the other members of my Modern Music Tech class that he heard that on one of the floors of the building that was burning there was a stock-market-ish trading and press floor.  He heard that someone on that floor was apparently on the phone with some reporter and that he was saying, "We're all fuckin' dying up here!!!  We're all fuckin' dying!!!"  When Pat Bowen -the teacher- arrived, we found out that he knew very little, since he gets up very early and gets to school very early.  He referenced to the old radio broadcast of War of the Worlds, and how people do stupid things when they panic, so we should just be cool, be calm.  We went on with class though, today building a duplicate of his metal support frame for a computer and midi keyboard out of the spare screws, poles, and fastenings.  By the end of the class he had let us hook up someone's personal radio to some monitor speakers and listened to AM 970 say that the towers had not collapsed, but that they were very concerned about that, the planes were American Airlines, all national flights were canceled or landing in order to maintain control on their location, and that one plane was as of yet unaccounted for.  Where is it?
            When I had gotten to Trigonometry, Mrs. Etnire seemed not to be overwhelmingly concerned with the national happenings, such that we didn't discuss it or see or hear anything new all class.  The only update I got from a fellow student was that people in Palestine, when they heard of the attack on our country, started celebrating and saying "God is great!" and such and handing out candy.  Parents were lined up at the counsellors office to retrieve their kids for the day, according to Mrs. Livingston, who came in to get someone from my class.  But Trigonometry confusingly continued through sine, cosine, tangent, cotangent, secant, and cosecant, after which she assigned an alarmingly large homework assignment of about 45 or so problems.
            At lunch, after I had purchased my $1 Barq's Root Beer and $2.50 small hand-size pizza, I told my friends Kim and Melissa to join me in the Library to watch on the library tv the news.  Mr. Greene was nice enough to let us eat in there.  By this time both towers had completely collapsed, and they showed footage of the towers falling, and of a cameraman running with the camera on away from what was, I guess, the quasi-pyroclastic cloud from the collapse of the huge 110-story building.  The theory that Osamma Bin Laden was behind this was being ruled out because, they said, he didn't have the resources to coordinate this kind of attack.  I began formulating theories of my own that you don't need that many resources to do this, all you would need is to get a small group of 5 or so -with one that can fly a commercial airliner- on a few flights that leave at relatively the same time.  These would be regular airlines, so ordinary observers wouldn't be able to suspect anything, and once they were airborne and took control of the plane, there would be really nothing that could stop them, except other fighter jets, and anti-aircraft missles, neither of which is standard arsonnel for even a major city.  Also by attacking by air, you bypass every known ground military, law enforcement, and security measure, once you are past airport security.  And as long as you don't have any obvious weapon, like big knife, bomb, or gun, you can get on the plane.  Like hell Bin Laden doesn't have the resources!  All he needs is a little group coordination and timing, and the skills to take the plane and pilot it.
            Anyway, band class was started by Mr. Jackson assuring everyone that if you had things to discuss or maybe -god forbid- people to contact to see if they're okay, you can do that on your own personal time; Mr. Gerye said to continue on with usual classes as much as possible - so we did.  We talked and sat for an hour and twenty minutes, as usual, after the warm-up and  before we played Peterpoo Overture, finishing the class.
            Finally, my last class of the day came, and as I entered Government, Mrs. Livingston was already telling everyone in there -who were all seniors- that she would be calling throughout the class period people to come to the counsellors' office to talk about their transcripts.  Mr. Akins eventually came in a few minutes after the bell, and mentioned that we should be carefull what we say, unless we want the whole world to hear it, like to a reporter or such which he then mentioned would be coming to our class in about 5 minutes.  We were supposed to have an exam today over chapter one "Who governs?  To what ends?"  Instead, the reporter from the RJ, who was here to get the teenager reaction to this crisis from a Government class, just sat and took notes as we asked questions and discussed about unconfirmed rumors, what the body count was up to, how Bush would react, who we thought was responsible, how we felt about it all, who would have the resources to accomplish this if Bin Laden didn't, what it would take, what is already being done, and so on and so forth.  The discussion raged on all period, until the bell rang, and the reporter took a few names of people she might use in the article she would write.
            After that, I got my horn from the band room, left the school, and the day until now went on almost as normal, but with the understandable feelings of shock and animosity for whoever did it filling the day and topics.  I for one still believe that Bin Laden was at least partly behind this, seeing as how he also has yet to say he didn't do it.  This will easily be a topic to enter the History books, for the attack on the symbols of security (pentagon), economic strength and capitalism (World Trade Towers), and the lives of millions of people in New York and the rest of the country, could easily be called a success for terrorism.  But when we place ourselves in the position of global policemen, we're just asking for that kind of resentment.  No smart country will openly say that they were the ones that attacked, because this would be a definate act of war on the US.  But at this point, I must depart, for I have an amazingly large mass of homework to complete, such as a whole book and questions thereon before tomorrow.
            And so passed the Day that the Towers Fell.

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Fall 2006 Schedule
Current mood: exhausted
Category: School, College, Greek

Why not.  Should anyone want to find me or call me, this is my schedule and where I'll be consistently every week.

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Echo -revised, and other news
Current mood: tired

Alright, here is the revised edition, and i am still working on it, but these powers seem much more related to each other than the random bits of shit that were in the last one.  tell me if this works.

BTW- other news includes that I now have a third music project to work for, and while some of them are secret, this one isn't ....sortov...  Anthony, a friend I gained through tristan, and who is doing well at film school, just asked me to write for him a rather interesting dark and gothic parody kind of a melody.  Ya know, like the evil bad guy that takes himself way to seriously... heh heh heh... 
Horray for more school, lets just see if this time I'm more prepared for the enslaught of work and thinking and time management...

---ECHO
After a massive stroke to the brain and near total amnesia and deafness, Brian tried an experimental form of radiation and chemical treatment to ragain his memory and hearing.  This worked better than anyone anticipated, giving him a perfect photographic memory, exceptional bat-like hearing, and the ability to replay, re-enact, or retell anything he has seen or heard with perfect accuracy.  He was also granted the ability to control and stretch sound waves like a doppler effect to raise or lower pitch, volume, frequency of reverberations, etc.  The stranger side effects of this treatment are that he now glows in the dark just a little, is always slightly warmer than normal, and cannot stand to be around any microwave radiation and certain chemical smells.
Cleverly, he can use this power to shift any sound to any point in a room, make a single noise reverberate around a single person in an echo 'bubble', create small but damaging sonic booms, make anything sound much louder than usual, or totally silence someone, among many other things.  He can also use his hearing and sound manipulation to sense things in the dark like a bat's sonic radar.

COSTUME
 Green & Black with gold flair

POWERS
 Exceptional hearing and memory; Re-enacts
 anything seen or heard perfectly; Controls
 all sound waves; Creates disorienting echo
 chambers and sonic booms.
 
VULNERABILITY
 Glows faintly in the dark and radiates some heat.
 Microwave radiation gives him headaches and
 makes him unable to focus on using his powers.
 Certain chemical smells make him not be able to
 remember anything that happens.

FIGHTING FOR:
 The beauty and truth of all life and music, and
 all those who can't fight for themselves.

CATCH PHRASE "Back at ya, buddy!"
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now how do those powers strike ya, huh??  heh, heh, heh....giggity....

Currently listening : Mirabilis By Mediaeval Baebes Release date: 19 July, 2005

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Echo wants to be a superhero!
Current mood: creative

So the "Who Wants To Be a Superhero" TV show is the coolest thing ever, and if there is another iteration of it, I will be on it.  After much discussion and searching, I believe I have found what my superhero would be.  Please comment on this idea, adding suggestions or criticisms or kudos, as your judgement leads you.  Thank you.  

---ECHO
After a massive stroke to the brain, and near total amnesia, Brian tried an experimental form of radiation and gene therapy to ragain his memory.  This worked better than anyone anticipated, giving him a perfect photographic memory, exceptional vision and hearing, and the ability to replay, re-enact, or retell anything he has seen or heard with perfect accuracy.  It also boosted his immune system to make him heal ultra-fast and be resistant to infections and diseases.  Although he now glows in a dark just a little and cannot stand to be around any other radiation, he was also granted a few other unforseen random abilities, which include the ability to reflect physical energy directed toward him,the ability to throw his voice around like an echo, and a limited form of telekinesis.

COSTUME
 Green & Black with gold flair

POWERS
 Exceptional sight, hearing, and healing;
 Re-enacts anything seen or heard perfectly;
 telekinesis; repels energy; can throw voice
 like an echo

VULNERABILITY
 Glows faintly in the dark unless he is fully covered.
 Radiation makes his memory fail and powers falter.

FIGHTING FOR:
 The beauty and truth of all life, and those
 who can't fight for themselves.

CATCH PHRASE "Back at ya, buddy!"

Currently listening : Spider-Man: Original Motion Picture Score By Danny Elfman Release date: 04 June, 2002

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heh heh heh
Current mood: energetic

Look out world, here I come...

Currently listening : Anthology By Oingo Boingo Release date: 02 November, 1999

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never again.

until now part of me still believed that sometime in the future that when I got myself back on track, celeste and I might meet again in that place where we first met.  Now I know that won't happen.  I finally gave up and called her, partially to tell her i missed her, partially because she said she wanted to stay friends.  We got into an argument, which i really wanted to avoid, and realized that we are in such different worlds now, that she no longer (and actually didn't for a long while) appreciate many of the things that i do well, or did for her, because she was so focused on the things i didn't do well, and didn't do for her.  I also wasn't there for her as much as I should've been, but that i think is again because she would just get frustrated at me for something, or else find a reason to bring up something old.  Then i finally realized why much of this relationship didn't work.  When we met, I was a senior in high school, and was ultra-hyper, going everywhere, doing everything, and couldn't get enough of anything.  I had mega-senioritis and i knew it. ;-j  That's when she fell in love with me, i believe, and since then, she's found little things about me, and i would work to change them, as much for me, as for her, but at some point i finally decided to be there for her, and put her first.  I really think that's where the problems started.  I live to make everyone else happy.  If she wasn't happy, I wasn't happy.  She fell in love with me because of the 'fire' which she says that I no longer have, and that's why she can no longer respect me, let along love me.  I think I gave up that fire when I tried to do everything I could to be her hero, but inadvertently, that is exactly what drove her away from me.  the more i focused on her, the more she focused on how it wasn't exactly perfect, rather than just enjoying the things that i did for her.  I loved being proud of her, and became convinced that she was my better half, and she was more successful than me.  She then, decided that she couldn't be proud of me, because I wasn't going to be successful with that attitude, which is very true.  I stopped being the one she could proudly stand next to, in favor of proudly being the one standing next to her.  I must focus on making myself worthy of someone, so that not only can i be proud to be their boyfriend/husband, but so that they can be proud to be my girlfriend/wife.  I know for a fact though, that 'wife' is exactly what i do NOT want right now, and, actually, that was another reason we broke up too.  the relationship really WAS going nowhere.  i do believe though that that is as much my fault as it is hers.  I had gotten out of the habit of bringing romance into the relationship, but i cannot say i stopped.  I bought her a singing valentine's day gram, I made her an easter basket of candy, and do few other random things, which honestly i would've done more if we were first starting to go out.  But she had done virtually nothing to bring romance to the relationship, other than calling to tell me she missed me, which is nice, and was probably true, but every time I would see her, we wouldn't talk about anything.  She'd tell me about new food facts, or watch tv.  She didn't cook for me any dinner meals, except one back in january, but did occasionally bake something tasty.  I really believe she had mentally broken up with me months ago, which just really pisses me off, as if she was just waiting for me to get used to the idea.  She didn't call as often, didn't tell me much anymore, really treating me as a friend or less.  The last time she tried break up with me, I believe it was for a very immature reason, but I wouldn't let her.  So now she just stopped treating me as a boyfriend until i was "ready" to let her go.  FUCK THAT.  -------not spiteful. not spiteful.  don't hate.  hate not healthy. 
I know there's someone better for me than that.  And I also know that this taught me how to maintain a love with someone I care about, as long as they are grown up enough to look past people's faults and love their virtues.  Wow, this is much longer than I had intended.  I just hope I can find someone I can love soon, or I can find a way to go on without loving anyone except myself and my friends.... perhaps that's the answer.  I just know that I can't be with someone that "only really likes the music with lyrics.  that other classical (that includes film music, romantic period, anything orchestral) music is really only useful as background music to fall asleep to."

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pretty cool dream i had.
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

I had this dream last night, and I thought I'd share it, because writing it down helps me remember it, and this one was cool enough that i don't want to forget it.  then i figured i'd post it, too... ;-j

ben and i and someone else had been going on this journey/hike/distance to get to a specific place or person, and from when i remember, we were in this very thick wooded area, like a jungle, with lots of vegitation and probably willow trees with how thick the canopy and low it was.  the area to the right was thick foresty area, and to the left was a sortof hidden pool of water that was about 15 feet lower than we were now with a tall flat rock wall face surrounding it.  the person we were going to go see was finally there, and we all knelt down in front of him to show respect, because he was the be all end all of those who knew and understood magic.  not the crazy DnD magic, but the more mystic and natural magic.  he kinda looked somewhere between pai mei from kill bill 2 and the classic wizard image, but was really really humble and nice, and hospitable, and with a mild sense of humor.  Ben said something to me, and i said something funny but slightly scathing, because i was trying to think of what toby would've said. and i told ben that i said that because i was trying to sound like toby because I actually felt like a rifts character with how cool and interesting things were going.  the uberwise man in front of us though had us kneel and somehow-i don't remember-gave us a riddle or piece of wisdom, or something to solve like that, and I went into total thinking brain and was really trying to understand what it could mean and how to find the answer, because i think that if i found the answer, then i would gain some amount of magic myself.  somehow very soon though, i found myself, and ben ended up going with me, off the edge to the left into the watery area, and saw a hole or something just above the water's edge on the rock face i just fell off of.  it was slightly behind a little mini-waterfall, since water was falling pretty much in lots of places into this little hidden lake.  I looked into the hole to see if what i was looking for was in there, and the wise wizard on top told me that somehow i was granted the ability to see into the darker areas clearly, but what i saw was not going to be the truth, so don't trust it.  I looked anyway, trying to see whatever i would see, and saw nothing in the light that i had gained, but when i tried to look slightly in the other direction to use my regular vision, i saw a faint purple glow from inside this little mini-cave / hole.  i reached in and found a flower like thing that was basically a flower, but that the bud was narrow and tall, but beautiful, and encased inside a classic crystal shaped crystal of some sort that glowed the color of the flower.  I found another one in the same hole that was blue, but glowed the exact same way.  i think i remember him telling me that those were not the answer, but i believed they were pretty anyway, and i would have to continue looking.  i wanted to get back up to that ledge where he was, so i left the little lake area and went into the gray building that was just next to it.  when i went in, it seemed they were doing construction, or not quite done with it yet, which to me at the time seemed obvious, but i couldn't figure out where i was pointed to figure out where it was.  this building had about half as many people as a small mall one a weekday, and it was one huge room, like the walls hadn't been made yet, and with windows lining the top edge of the building, just next to the ceiling.  it was two floors though, but the bottom floor could see the ceiling just as well as the second.  on the second floor, i knew the door had to be, because the ledge was higher than the water was, and eventually someone pointed out that door to me, which was double doors and looked like an exit, but above it it was written in almost handwritten text, but made out of metal like most store names are, it said "end" and i walked out of the doors onto the same ledge that i remembered starting on.  at this point i was in a hurry to get back to that wise man, but after that, the dream dissolves.

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moderate success, moderate failure

Congratulations to me, my first real and complete composition was premiered last night!  Woohoo!  I am not only happy that I could put a whole emotion, or a significant part of it into music, but that other people get it, and appreciate it!  That's the success....here's the failure-- only problem was that I played a little game called cardinal on friday, and 100orgot about it, so I wasn't there.  I was there for the performance of it for the absolute first time, at the music major's noon convocation class on tuesday though, and the turnout was a little better for that since people are required to be there.  I also failed in that I was supposed to advertise for it, and I suppose that is one of the lessons learned here.  composition includes no less than::: 1. write the piece     2. get someone to perform it      3. give them feedback and work with them so it sounds like you want it to.  4. GET SOMEONE TO HEAR IT! .....doh.  but it's done, and i like it, and people did hear it, and they liked it, so i'll do better with the advertising and publicising.  btw- those who don't know, my piece is called "the void" and is based on a poem that I wrote that tries to decide whether darkness is inherintly good or evil, and has a very relaxed, removed, and intro/retrospective view on it.  I think I'm going to go ahead and post it if anyone wants to read it.  It'll be restricted to only friends though.  The poem is called the darkness, and i thought that "the darkness" was way too bland as a song title, so I changed it for the song.  Now my next project for composition is a piece featuring 4 horns and is an old style fugue that sorta started as "what kind of music would I write if I were writing the zelda music, without having heard any zelda music before".  but I ran out of ideas, and just repeated it in different voices and decided it was a fugue then.  lol.    and btw- less world of warcraft means more time spent here. rofl.  I guess it really is from one addiction to the next... ;-j

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