Heard Colours of the Wind (sung in Pocahontas) in class yesterday and I kind of fell in love with it. Somehow the refrain about the blue corn moon stick in my head. Hence the mad printing and the horribly off-key notes as I attempted to play the higher version rapidly.

I preferred the higher pitched version compared to the lower one I got off the net, but then again as I eyed the sheet for the higher version I realised that I couldn't play a select SHN (Super High Notes). I wasn't taught by my flute teacher to play those (or even if she DID teach me, I forgot.)

So right now I am happily embracing my flute (taking care not to flip the keys or damage any delicate parts) and crooning to it about how much I missed it. It felt like coming home (weak pun on CAP theme intended).

Anyway, the mentorship thing still kinda bugs me, and I'm not too sure I will get in because I am convinced my writing is absolute, overembellished crap that no one will enjoy reading. But then again, most people my age don't really like Shakespeare. Hmm...so maybe there is hope, but I;m not counting on it, see, I learnt the hard way not to expect or hope for anything because ultimately you'll get disappointed.

Anyway. On a sidenote:

A MATH SUCKS! ROAR! I HATE IT MORE THAN I HATE THAT PHYSICS CHAPTER ON KINEMATICS! I HATE IT MORE THAN I HATE CHINESE!

(which is a lot, considering how within 15 minutes of meeting me one will leave with the knowledge that I am irrevocably and unconditionally in hatred with Chinese.

And yes, the overuse of adverbs above has been lifted from -SURPRISE!- Twilight so as to 1) mock the book 2)get some lulz from it. I love mocking stupid people. (How you interpret this statement is up to you. I will not claim any responsibility for abject stupidity.)

Which brings me to the next point about how much I hate stupid people.

Fortunately, I haven't bumped into any this week, and thank god the Twilight craze seems to be dying out and I can mock it in a jocose manner. On a sidenote, I now loathe the word 'dazzling', 'chocolatey depths' (used to describe eyes), and...er...I think there was something about heroin in there right?

Which is a pity, since I had been using the phrase 'black depths of his eyes' ever since with ridiculously fervid vigour (ahhahaha adjective and adverb overload!) but now I have to avoid it like H1N1. (Plague is getting a wee bit backward and boring as a cliche).

Well, I suppose 'depths' is better than 'orbs'. Despite using it with a fangirl's obsessiveness in my younger writing days *winces coughcoughse1coughcough* I really can't stand that stupid word.

Anyway, if I could rewrite Harry Potter, in the Chamber of Secrets I would make that horcrux diary Twilight. Imagine Voldermort trying to rule the world through Twilight! *snorts*

Then I will rewind the part where Harry plunges the basilisk's tooth into the dazzling sissy and shame of all vampires, Edwar- I mean, Twilight- again...and again...and again...Ooh, the thrill! Then, I will proceed to collapse in a heap of hyperactive, shrill giggles, then reach over to Harry, snatch that Basilisk's tooth and kill him. (I never liked Harry much anyway.)

Then I will march to Voldermort and smack him with my A Math textbook. That snaky bastard would be too busy planning the demise of the magical world to understand the complexities of trigonometry and logarithms. His snaky mind will be so full of confusion, he would die from information overload.

Then I will rule the world in his stead! Mwahahahaha!

I'm deeeelusiiiiionaaaaaaaallllll YAY