Sorry for the marginal inactivity. I've been having trouble accessing sal's plus I have two shows going on, tons of really hard classes and college applications. :P I'll be still lurking a bit for the next month or so, but after that I'll be back in the full swing of things. :)
Miss you guys!
A few forumers including myself managed to get police to Cow Queen and prevented her from taking her life. She's still in the hospital, but should be alright soon.
Her father extends his gratitude to the forum members who helped. You know who you are. :)
I'm in Cape Cod atm. We got in yesterday. I just did 30 reports and it wasn't very relaxing. I think I'm gonna *not* sign onto Sal's for most of the rest of my vacation. Or at least, not for very long. I'll be back to full throttle on Saturday or Sunday.
Last Sunday, I went into the City with my brother, his girlfriend, my sister, her best friend, and some other folks.
The occasion? Some hints:
-Giant green penis
-More drag than you could count
-Dykes on Bikes.
It was fantastic! There were really gorgeous people on floats, and really not-so-gorgeous people on floats. And there were celebrities, and politicians (CHUCK SCHUMER WAS THERE!! OMG!) and it was just an all-around good time! After a few hours, though, it started to rain -- and I mean RAIN, it was torrential! -- and my sister's best friend and I ran through the streets of NYC to find a Starbucks to take cover in. I got a caramel macchiato and then, when it stopped raining, we went back to the parade and got a hot dog and stayed for a little while longer, even though we were soaked. The train ride home was wet and headachy, but it was such an awesome day.
Today my friend and I went to a wing joint and got a flavor of wings called "suicidal". It was a mistake... My eyes are still watering. :D
I promise to update my blog soon - I think I'll have a bit to say on Monday.
The following passage is a paraphrase of the speech my gym teacher gave before we started our first game of The Blob a few days ago. This game has been an important part of my life since I was seven years old, and every year I have him when he tells the story, I'm always amazed at how good of a storyteller he is. :P I will not be able to do this justice with just writing it, and for that I'm sorry.
So, when I was a little kid, the old man who lived down by the lake told me this story. Basically what happened was, two hikers out in California found a meteorite. It was hollowed out and inside was this slime. They put it in their backpack to bring home. These things are worth a lot of money you know. Have you ever seen how much meteorites go for on ebay?
Anyway, so one hiker gets tired and decides to make camp and the other wants to go exploring a bit more. When he gets back to the camp, he can't find his friend anywhere. But he sees this slime that was in the meteorite, only now there's a whole lot more of it. Then he sees a small rabbit run into it, and it devours the rabbit and grows.
The man gets out of there as fast as he can, and reports it to the police in Los Angeles, who laugh at him. But sure enough, a week later, the Blob shows up in town. It seeps under doors, through the cracks in the pavement. It killed three hundred people! Bullets couldn't stop it! Nothing could! (They made a couple of movies out of this by the way.)
So what they did was, they transported it to the South Pole and froze it into a glacier so it could never hurt anyone again. But global climate change has caused the glacier to melt... And the Blob... is back...
Now I don't know if this story is true. I remember when I taught this game back in elementary school, parents would call me and tell me that their kids would have nightmares about this - and don't you try to lie to me and tell me that's not true. I know you had nightmares. I did.
Anyway. They asked me to tell you that it's just a story, that it never really happened. But the truth is, I don't know. That old man by the lake took the secret of whether it's true to his grave.
I admit it, I had nightmares about the Blob. :(
Anyway, so the way the game works is, a person takes this big cardio-ball (the blob) and tries to hit people with it by rolling it around (they always have to be holding onto the ball, they can't toss it or roll it at people). When you get touched, you have to get on the floor and you become part of the blob. You crawl around trying to get people out. It's a really fun game. :(
Okay, so yesterday, instead of going to school, I went on a field trip with the music department to see an opera at the Met (most famous opera house in the US, in NYC). The opera was the last one Mozart ever wrote, and it's called La Clemenza di Tito, which means "The Clemency of Titus."
Here's my reduction of the basic storyline:
Vitellia (soprano), the former princess of Rome (her father was emperor), is in love with Rome's new emperor Tito (tenor). But Tito decides to marry Berenice of Judea rather than her. Feeling unbearably scorned, she convinces Sesto (mezzo-soprano*), who is madly in love with Vitellia, to kill Tito so that she can ascend the throne. Sesto is extremely hesitant, because Tito has been a good friend to him and a great ruler.
Sesto's best friend Annio (mezzo-soprano*) asks him for permission to have his sister Servilia (soprano)'s hand in marriage.
Tito declares that he will not marry Berenice after all, because Rome needs a Roman woman as its empress. Vitellia tells Sesto to call off his assassination plot. But Tito chooses Servilia as his wife. Servilia begs Tito to let her marry Annio and to choose someone else, and he gives her permission because he is just such a great emperor and everybody loves him. :o
Vitellia, who has not heard of Tito's decision to let Servilia marry Annio, tells Sesto to put the plot back into motion. By the time she hears it's too late for her to stop Sesto. The Capitol is already on fire and he's ready to murder Tito.
Annio, Servilia, Vitellia and Publio (bass), Tito's royal guard, are all outside the palace when they see Sesto enter, looking shaken. He tells them that Tito has been slain, and just before he can confess his own guilt, Vitellia silences him.
Annio gives Sesto the news that Tito is alive after all - the man who was attacked turned out to be Lentulo, a fellow conspirator. Sesto admits to Annio that it was he who tried to kill the emperor. Annio suggests that Sesto tell Tito the truth, because Tito is very forgiving.
Publio, who knows that Sesto is guilty, takes him away to be tried before the Senate. Sesto confesses to the crime and is sentenced to be thrown to the lions. Annio begs for Tito to grant him clemency, and Tito knows there must be some kind of explanation for Sesto doing such a terrible deed, so he will forgive him if Sesto tells him the truth.
Sesto, somehow still true to Vitellia, doesn't tell Tito of Vitellia's role in the plot. Tito can tell that Sesto is hiding something and tells Publio that he will decide whether Sesto will be killed at the arena.
Vitellia is convinced that Sesto has turned her in and sings a really long aria about how mad she is. Then Servilia and Annio tell her that Tito has chosen her to be his empress: she's finally gotten what she wanted.
However, she feels to guilty about Sesto and decides that she would rather confess than force him to die so that she could take the throne.
Tito meets with Sesto before his punishment. He is about to forgive him when Vitellia bursts in, admitting to her role in convincing Sesto to make the murder attempt.
Tito is heartbroken, but he decides that he will forgive them both, because he "values repentance more than fidelity". :P
*Sesto and Annio's voice parts are mezzo-soprani, even though the characters are males. These roles would typically be performed by castrati during Mozart's time, but nowadays women play the roles.
The trip was so much fun! Obviously the music was unbelievable (it's Mozart!) And I got to miss a whole day of school. :P (A week before APs. :o)
Regarding Pseudopapilloedema, Greek Love, Yiddish Mozel, and the Best People in the World.
Well, for a while now I've been having trouble with my vision. Not serious trouble or anything. Not trouble that most people would bother to correct (as my ophthalmologist kindly told me). But, alas, since I am somewhat of a perfectionist, I've resolved to get glasses for viewing long-distances.
So Monday was the eye doctor visit. My mom's eye doctor used to be a neighbor of ours. We moved from that house when I was five, so the last time the doctor saw me was then. He remembered all sorts of stuff about me from when I was little. (One thing he remembered was that when I was two and a half I could read maps. I couldn't read, but I memorised the shapes, apparently. I don't remember it, but there's videos of my dad going "Evan, where's Brazil" and little me going "here!". "And where's Mozambique?" "here!" "Luxembourg?" "here!", etc.) So, he asked me if I were still interested in geography, and I said that I was probably better back then than I am now (truth, tbh). Then we talked about science and stuff and how wonderful being an eye doctor is, but it wasn't preachy or anything. You could just tell he really loved his job. And an eye doctor wouldn't be a bad choice of profession for me, either. :( Anyway, so as it turns out I have a mild case of pseudopapilloedema, which is some kind of swelling somewhere, and it's causing me to be ever-so-slightly nearsighted. So, he filed a prescription for lenses and we were on our merry way. Then I had to go to the music store to buy music for the All State tryouts (which are in less than a month!). I'm singing a Mozart piece, in German. Then I went to staples to restock up on school supplies.
Tuesday I had rehearsal for the show that I'm in. It's a piece that my directors are writing about a screenwriter and his failing love life. So he turns to various places for inspiration, etc. One of them is a book by Plato called Symposium which has a short scene in the play based on it. I borrowed it from my director and started reading it. It's pretty interesting. It's about the nature of love, which is a topic which interests me. ^_^
Yesterday was time for me to go to the store to buy some glasses. The guy at the store was this very Jewish guy, and he kept us two and half hours with stories. It was great. He and my mother joked in Yiddish (which I didn't understand, but laughed anyway. Something about the man's wife having a beard, I think :lol:). Anyway, he spoke six languages, was a Vietnam vet, all sorts of stuff. He told a story about how he got a package of 144 cans of gefilte fish and his roommate who was from Texas, who was a fisherman by trade, was baffled by it.
Tomorrow I'm going to be leaving for a vacation to Toronto. I'm visiting my sister, her husband, and her beautiful children. I'm so excited! They are honestly my favourite people. Ever. The ride up there's gonna be hellish (eight to nine hours. :() but it's worth it. I've got so much work to do over break... Two hundred Chem questions, a practice AP for Calculus, read a book for English. Yuck. ^_^
Following teacuptime's advice, I downloaded a music-making program called Reason. It's really neat, though, it doesn't quite help with the sort of music I ordinarily compose. So what I did was compose something different. ^_^
Here it is. :(
I hope you like it.
EDIT: And I've got a new avvy + siggy.
We were playing pin funball today in gym and I ran over to the opponents' side to knock down the last pin, and somebody was chasing me so, I ran right into the pin, knocking it over, winning that match for my team, and then went right smack into the wall, knee first. Now I can't walk. :(
Also, I was in #novus complaining about homework and fishee said this:
Last Friday I had a math test that I thought for sure was going to be the hardest one of the year - it was on infinite series convergence tests. As it turns out, it was actually the easiest test all year. I finished ten minutes early (something I haven't done in a math test since ninth grade when I was put on the honours track) and drew this. I got the test back sometime this week, I forget when. I got a 65/60. :P
This one I drew yesterday, after an American history test. It wasn't because the test was easy - it was because I gave up. It was so hard that I had to draw something angry and unpatriotic. That's what I came up with. :P It turned out way better than I expected it too.
This I did during math yesterday. We were going over vectors, so I didn't really had to pay attention. Instead I wrote the lyrics to Lips of Ashes by Porcupine Tree in backwards script. I did a pretty good job too -- here's the image reflected. And it's rather legible! :P (And only one backward spelling mistake. :P)
Lips of Ashes
Blue vein Crashes
Touching you inside
Black eyes fading
You and I
I drill down inside
You may remember this song being featured in the Salcast. I requested it. Here's a youtube link. :)
Toungy's peer pressuring me into uploading some of my compositions for you all. (:P)
So I figured I'd give y'all a shot. (Thanks Toungy for hosting them!! :P!!)
1. Nocturne in F# Minor
Okay, let's just get it over with right away. This is the most beautiful piece I've written. Ever. It's solo piano, and it's the thing I'm most proud of, so if you've only got time to listen to one, this is it. I wrote this a few months ago, late at night. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. :D
2. Poseidon Overture
How many of y'all have seen the film Poseidon that came out a year or two ago? It was pretty darn awful, in a really funny way. My friend and I planned to write a musical out of it, but it never came to fruition. This is the Overture, which is almost as ridiculous as the film. (Midi, so don't expect it to sound perfect.)
3. Phyrgian Pigeon
This is a collab between my brother and I -- a duet for piano and guitar. My brother (who is a music education major in college and has taken far more theory classes than I have) wrote the chord progressions and some melody. I wrote the rest of the melody and embellished on his a bit. Oh, and for those music nerds out there, yes it is in Phrygian mode. My brother came up with the title. :D (Midi, so don't expect it to sound perfect.)
4. Counterpoint Practice
Exactly what the title suggests. This is me practicing some counterpoint, for solo piano. Now we're getting into the stranger realms of my composing. There are a bunch of accidentals and key changes here, so be wary. Also, there's a march in the middle, so the feel changes considerably. This is basically just me having some musical fun, to be honest. But it does sound nice, I think. Probably to the untrained ear it sounds like nonsense. :D
5. Background Music
Potential background music for a game. Probably an RPG by the sounds of it.
6. String Quartet
It sure is. :P This piece dates back a LONG time. This was the first piece that I ever wrote that I'd consider a serious success: something I still like today and something that somehow has musical integrity despite the fact that I didn't know much about music when I was writing it. Of course it's been tweaked a bit since then, to correct theory issues. But it mostly remains intact.
7. Evening Tide
This is another oldie-but-goodie. I wrote this soon after the previous one, and it too has been changed slightly since then. This piece is just nice and pretty, though. Not very intellectual like the rest of my stuff. Simple, calm, easy.
8. Duet in F Minor
This was just a little quickie I thought I throw in. I wrote it today, in about twenty minutes. It's still a work-in-progress, I guess, but I doubt I'll do anything with it. It's a duet for piccolo and flute.
9. A Happy Little Tune
This is fairly old. It's just soooo happy. :P I put this on here mostly for lulz. Not a serious work by any stretch of the imagination. :/
10. Quintet in C# Minor
This is my second favourite piece. I thought I'd end with it because it's pretty powerful. It's a quintet made up of a piano, two violins, a viola and a cello. It's mostly a Nocturne, with a Minuetto interlude, in case you're interested.
Any comments/criticisms are more than welcome. And please don't spread these pieces around... They're very important to me. If you really love something on here so much you HAVE to have it on your iPod or something, by all means, take it. Just don't... I dunno... whatever. :P
Aujourd'hui, j'étais un chef, comme Rémy dans le film Ratatouille. Il est un chef magnefique, et moi aussi! :D Je travaillais dans une cuisine français avec ma classe. Je faisais les escargots; ils sont si délicieux. J'ai mangé aussi de la salade, des roules vietnamienne de printemps, des pommes de terre avec crème, du poulet de Marengo, du fillet mignon au sauce bearnaise, de la tarte tatins de pomme, et de la mousse au chocolat avec des frises. Je recevais une toque pour un souvenir.
Mon dessin de Rémy. :/
Today, I was a chef, like Rémy in the movie Ratatouille. He is a wonderful chef, and so am I! :P I worked in a French kitchen with my class. I made snails; they were delicious. I also ate some salade, some Vietnamese spring rolls, some potatoes with cream, some chicken Marengo, some fillet mignon in Bearnaise sauce, some apple tarts, and some chocolate mousse with strawberries. I got a chef's hat as a memento.
In other news, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest was last weekend, and it went swimmingly. Yesterday was set strike, so I got to use lots of many power tools. :/
Last night I was doing my laundry and I scraped a huge chunk of my skin off on the washing machine (which I never realised before had any sharp edges) and my mom took forever to find band-aids. And then I yelled at her because band-aids shouldn't be at the very back of the cabinet because that's hazardous, but I felt bad because it wasn't really her fault.
Just now I got back from another rehearsal. (Feels weird to only be in one show, now. :P) That went nicely too. I saw some alumni from that theatre group back visiting from college, both of whom I love very much (and one of whom just came out! Apparently she thought "Hi!!! I missed you!!! You like vaginas!!!" wasn't a suitable greeting. :P)
I just changed my band-aid, and it doesn't look like much healing's been going on. :s
I am the king of the Hobbesian Jungle. I reign supreme in the War of All against All.
I HAVE WON A GAME OF SOLO FLAG-TAG!
If you're unfamiliar with the game, you have two flags velcroed to your hips, and your whole class (of around twenty people) tries to steal them off. When both are off, you're out and you sit down. You can get back in by stealing a flag from a live player. If you hit the time limit, the remaining players take it into a small circle for a sumo death match -- sumo + flag tag rules apply.
Anyway, so I beat out every single other person in class. (If you know me, you'd be surprised and amazed and a little appalled. )
I've been getting so little sleep lately. Such is the case whenever a show draws near. One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest goes up exactly one week from today. I'm totally spent. I can't wait until it's over. :glasses:
Tacos were for dinner tonight, and my sister told my mom that she didn't like hard-shell tacos. So, apparently, my mom thought that it would be a good idea to soak the shells in water for a long time. Needless to say, it wasn't so good. :P
Trippy drawing I did during rehearsal:
Princeton was gorgeous. The informational meeting was just like ALL the others. :(
There were naughty signs all over campus advertising the rugby club. The funniest ones went like this:
If rugby were easy, it would be called your mom.
Okay... so here's how everything went.
First we drove out to New Haven to visit Yale. The school is awesome. Great. It looks like Hogwarts. Awesome. The guy giving the presentation was really funny. He was giving us advice on applications and he said: "Make sure you spell the name of the school correctly: it's spelled Y-A-L-E, not P-R-I-N-C-E-T-O-N." :)
Amherst was not my cup of tea. The atmosphere was way to stuffy. :/
Then we drove to Providence where our hotel was. We went out to eat dinner, then I saw Ratatouille for the first time on the hotel TV. IT WAS SO CUTE!! :P
Brown was beautiful -- that was the only school we opted to take a tour for. The campus is gorgeous. And it looks like a great school for me too. Providence is such a cute city.
Drove up to Cambridge to look at Harvard. Since it was the fourth information session, I got kinda bored -- the schools all said similar things. But then we met up with my friend who goes there and she showed us around part of campus and talked about why she loves it there. But while we were waiting for her, we were ambling about Harvard Yard, and we saw a couple of fursuiters running around! :P It was glorious. I wonder if there's some kinda furry club there. :)
Anyway, of the four schools we saw, I definitely think I like Yale best. :) Rory Gilmore went there, so it's all good.
Princeton Thursday. Then more over spring and summer breaks. :)
I'm driving to visit various colleges -- I won't be online until Tuesday night. I'm visiting, Amherst, Yale, Brown and Harvard. Wednesday I'll be home all day and Thursday I'm visiting Princeton. I'll blog about it when I get back -- I just don't want y'all to worry about where I went. :D
Don't you just hate it when your day's ruined really early on in the day, so the whole day sucks?
I was in gym class -- second period -- and i was there early (cos i change at teh speed of lite :P) with a couple of other guys and the conversation was meaningless, just small talk stuff - mostly about sports, so I didn't have much to say. And then this dweeby little kid with a horribly nasal voice says "hey, guys, who's that gay kid who always shouts stuff at assemblies?" And nobody knew whom he was referring to except me, so I mention the boy's name and the dweeby kid's all like "yeah, him!" And somebody else says "oh, him? I thought you meant gay as in, like, bad" and dweeby kid responds "No - this kid's, like, a real f**got." And I didn't say anything.
You could tell he only used that word to act cool (totally phailed by the way. This kid was just an a**hole). They proceeded to agree about how obnoxious he is and then another kid says "especially because he could just choose not to be", and I guess he could have meant he chose to be obnoxious but everything in his tone of voice and body language was saying he chose to be gay... And I didn't say anything.
I mean, this kid they were talking about isn't my friend or anything. I guess he's kinda nice to me... But only because people in the performing arts department (he assistant directs the shows; I act in them and make the playbills) share some kind of respect for one another. I don't exactly approve of him much, since he's a total sl*t, smoks a lot of pot, and drinks a lot. But he's not a bad person... I just feel really bad for not saying "hey, guys, shut the f**k up!"...
And today should have been a good day too -- I didn't have AHAP today, which is my least favourite class, and I did really well on my in-class English essay, and I found out Chorus is cancelled tomorrow which means I have two free periods and there was no French homework and my Comp Sci test scheduled for Friday was changed to the Wednesday after we get back from break which means extra time to study, and my friend gets to come with my family and I to visit colleges this break so the trip won't be a total disaster and during my free period today I had an excellent conversation with my theatre teacher and some friends... I almost wanted to mention what those kids were saying about the boy (I imagine my thatre teacher would have said something like "he's always the gay kid". It was actually my theatre teacher who convinced the boy to come out in the first place. :)) but I was just too darn ashamed of not having said anything. :P
And you'd think my first Valentine's Day with a real Valentine (I mean a person, not a little card. :)) would be better than this...
Oh well... maybe my Valentine will be able to make it all better...
This morning, around 5:30, they say it's a 2-hour delay, so I finish up my homework from 5:30-8:30, and then at 8:30 they announce that it's a snow day. This is the best of all possible worlds. If it had been a snow day all along, I'd probably not have done my work at all. If it had stayed a 2-hour delay, I would have had to write an in-class essay I hadn't prepared for. I love the world.
(And why didn't anybody comment on my previous blog entry? :D It took me forever to write that out. >.<)
Saturday was the Crane School of Music Men's Ensemble first annual Male Vocal Arts Day in Commack, Long Island, where high school students and college students got to sing together. There were about 160 men in all in the joint chorus. Since my brother is a member of the Crane Men's Ensemble (he goes to Crane to study music education :P) my school got invited to the event, even though Commack is an hour and a half away. Three boys from my school ended up coming, including me. One of them is my friend and the other I really dislike. :/
Anyway, so I wake up at about 5:30, am ready to leave at six, hop over to Starbucks for a quad venti cinnamon dolce latte (:() and have my dad drive me to school. I'd have driven myself, but I didn't need the car sitting in the school parking lot all day. :P Anyway, so I get there before the other two boys, so I spend a few minutes in awkward conversation with my chorus teacher. She brought sandwiches for us to eat during the lunch break, and she brought them in a really cool glossy-paper bag with a big tiger print on the front. :o
The other two boys arrive and the four of us get onto the minibus. (Anecdotally, whenever I hear the word "minibus", the first thing that comes to my mind is "hominibus" :(). So, the hour and a half busride isn't spent in much conversation, mostly because it's so early and my friend (who is disturbingly talkative) was exhausted. The bus driver had the radio on with really awful pop music, which I'm sure my chorus teacher hated even more than I did. I resisted the temptation to ask him to change it to classical radio. ^_^
When we finally got there, I got my music, a t-shirt and a glass of water. (And I see that the school's mascot is a cougar! :()
-Brothers, Sing On by Edvard Grieg
-Ward, The Pirate by Ralph Vaughan Williams
-Colorado Trail by Norman Luboff
-The King of Love My Shepherd Is arr. Mark Wilberg
-Joshua arr. J. Edmund Hughes
They were all pretty good, which was a relief. The only one I can find on YouTube is The King of Love My Shepherd Is, though it's an SATB arrangement instead of a TTBB one, like our choir was. I'm pretty sure they're both arranged by Wilberg because the flute and piano parts are the same. Here's the video, if you can forgive the overwhelming Christ imagery of it.
Anyway, so when I went into the auditorium where rehearsals were being held and I met up with my brother, which was fantastic. I don't get to see him nearly enough, especially since Crane is so darn far away. So, in order to spend more time with him, I decide to sing Tenor I even though I'm a Baritone. While it wasn't the best idea in terms of keeping my voice healthy, I enjoyed it nonetheless. It wasn't nearly as bad as I expected it to be. The Vaughan Williams was probably the most vocally taxing because it was almost entirely at the top of my register. The other pieces dipped in and out.
The conductor was wonderful, and very funny. He spent 20 minutes telling us a story that had nothing remotely to do with what we were supposed to be doing. At 11:00 we had a fifteen minute snack break, and then at 1:00 we had an hour-long lunch break. Both of those were nice because it gave my friend and I some time to hang out with my brother. (My friend sang Bass II today, so I didn't see him much -- he was on the opposite side of the room.) Then at 5:00, an hour before the concert, we got to rest again.
Right before the concert, my mother comes into the auditorium (from the wrong door :P) to come looking for me, and I hide behind some music, pretending to be reviewing. She spends all of ten minutes calling my name and asking people if they know where I am. :( My brother tells stories about my mom all the time, so all of the guys from Crane knew exactly who she was. I didn't know whether to be embarrassed or amused. :P
The A Capella group from Crane, the Potsdam Pointercounts (awful name :() performed, and they were pretty good. Then we all got up and did those five pieces, which turned out wonderfully, for only having spent six hours rehearsing. My mother yelled "encore" at the top of her lungs when it was over, which made all the Crane kids laugh.
After that my mom, dad, brother, friend and my mother's cousin and her husband (who live on Long Island -- that's why they came) went out to dinner at an okay Chinese restaurant nearby. The conversation was pretty darn good. My brother did the impression of my mother that he does for his buddies at Crane. :P I also learned that I have a relative with Kleine-Levin Syndrome. :o She's apparently incredibly smart, and my mom's cousin took out a photograph of her and she's really beautiful too. It's such a shame she has to deal with this condition... :/ It's a really awful disorder. She spends up to two weeks at a time every few months in a total trance-like state, most of which she spends sleeping. We also talk about psychics, my grandmother and great aunt, and my brother's girlfriend.
My mom's cousin and her husband then drove my brother to his friend's house where he's staying the night before they take a bus back to Crane (which is nine hours from Long Island :s). My mom, dad, my friend and I drive home. My chorus teacher had to ride the minibus alone with the bus driver back to the school. :P
So, it ended up being a pretty great day. :(
My last midterm was today -- French. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.
Then I waited around in the chorus room playing piano for a couple of hours before rehearsal for Cuckoo's Nest started. Most of that I spent in the theatre office working on the program for the show, scanning in ads and such.
In other news, I had auditions for another show Saturday (the same theatre company that put on Tollbooth). I got into a show that the directors and cast are writing together. It's a really small, tight cast, and everyone in it, I like. >.< I'm excited. :P