Posted: October 3, 2010 in Uncategorized

The scarlet orb pulsates in my hand, like a repulsive little wart. “This tree’s the last one!” my parents promise, though I know that the tree will only be the tenth to last one to pick. Lovebugs ride a breeze too feeble to cool us down in the scorching sunlight, and butterflies flutter aimlessly among trees barren of blossoms, but not fruit. A sparrow perches on the branch in front of me, contemptuously grinding a moth in its beak.

My parents place some more persimmons in egg cartons and baskets, and heft the ladders to another tree. Darn, I think, why do you have so many persimmons? The tree must have received my telepathic message, because the persimmon in my hand bursts and globules of bittersweet splatter all over my arm, the tendrils dripping towards the ground.

Basically, picking fruit at the local orchard is not my idea of fun. Especially if there are lovebugs and ants hitching a ride on you. We ended up picking 33 lb. of one of my least favorite fruits.

Yesterday, I pulled off the first movement of my Bruch concerto fairly well on the violin. I might do it for an upcoming concerto competition, but I’m not looking forward to memorizing the second movement, which goes at a snail’s pace. I always have trouble memorizing slow music, because the slower it is, the more repetitive it seems to be. A pattern that every composer I’ve played likes to utilize in their compositions.

The Street Lamp News

I’ve written a lot of poems, but they’re all in my composition book, which my teacher keeps at school (we’re not supposed to take them home). The next time I get my comp. book back, I’ll make copies of the poems and transfer them to The Street Lamp. Thank you for being patient ._.




Posted: October 2, 2010 in Uncategorized

Hello everyone!

For my school science project this year, my friend and I will be seeing if there is a correlation between what hand/body gestures you use while talking and your personality type (introvert/extrovert). According to one of my ninth grade buddies, the only way to get enough student participants for your project at our school is to bribe them with candy or cookies.

Remember one of my recent posts about the cookie challenge my World History AP teacher makes us do?

I love cookies, but there’s a limit to how much I can tolerate their terrorizing my life. So today, when one of my chocolate chip cookies splattered on the asphalt, I crushed it with my foot and let out all my anger and frustration and rage in that little packaged action.


This morning I had my Florida AllState Auditions (FOA=Florida Orchestra Association, I believe) in Jacksonville. Since it’s up north relative to my home, it was actually pretty cold. Surprisingly, I did fairly well on the sightreading, which I bombed last time. My scale and arpeggio was fine, and my etudes were…meh. The first one went too slow, the second one went well.

The Orchestra director, Mr. Griffis or Griffins or something (his name was griffiny), asked who my private teacher was.

Me: Oh, Mr. Long

Griffin Guy: * INHALE * Not Jessie and Ariel?

Me: Yup, that’s them.

Griffin Guy: Ah, I was wondering if they were still around.

That line sounds like something the bad guy of some action movie would say. “Ah, I was wondering if the victim I cut up ten years ago is still around…darn!” But no, he’s actually really nice. Blame it on my vivid imagination to paint a whole script about that one line in five seconds.

As for other news, there’s been a woodpecker problem with my house. I wanted to let my kitty Tiger outside to deal with the bird, but my mom insisted on getting a fake “heavy duty” owl to hang from Home Depot…of course, it was definitely worth the comments I got when I posted my status on Facebook: “Owl Shopping!” Some people really do believe anything… While I was at Home Depot, I bought a pack of Columbine William Guinness seeds for a dollar. Luckily, you’re supposed to plant them in the fall if you live in the south (Florida!), so I considered yesterday an adventitious shopping spree, especially since I tend to buy things without reading those tiny labels on the back.

Buying flowers is like a responsibility reform for me. Guilt shall overwhelm me if I forgot to water the innocent seedlings.


Shortie: Heightwise, namewise

Posted: October 1, 2010 in Uncategorized

Apparently, my first name, Lisa, was chosen by my dad because he didn't want me to have trouble learning it and writing it. However, i prefer long, fancy name, though I like my current name.

Maybe when I grow up, I should rename myself to Elisabeth (the name I am referred to in my French class) and then my nickname could be Lisa. The name Lisa is derived from Elisabeth.

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Funny how you can brew the oddest dishes in a buffet.

Jello Cubes 8-3-09 5

When I visited China, I didn't want to try the scorpions because I was afraid I would get pricked in the tongue, and I didn't want to eat the seahorses or starfish because I find those animals cute.

In fact, the weirdest thing I've eaten is spiced Jello. I was at a friend's birthday party and they were messing with the various spices and sauces at the buffet. Luckily, the concoction was virtually flavorless since the sweetness cancelled out the spiciness and bitterness. I'll eat another Jello for sure, but with salt and pepper? Not chancing it.

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