I should probably update this thing once in a while.

Hi everyone!

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I need to send these letters I wrote last week to my missionary friends. Homework tomorrow and Tuesday, for great justice. I might buy more oranges tomorrow, because oranges have been really good for me lately. I think I'm going to go see if I can find the conference talks issue of the Ensign and read a few before heading to bed relatively early tonight.

EDIT: I haven't the faintest idea where the conference issue is. I *was* going to read conference talks in the bath, but nooooo (the printer is out of ink, so I can't even print them off teh intarweb).

If anyone (besides Allison, who already knows) can tell me what song my new subtitle comes from, I will give them a cookie.

Spencer

Apparently, it's a bad day to need eggs in this neighborhood.

I was about to make some cookies to take to a family party today, but I suddenly noticed that I didn't have any eggs, when in fact I needed two. So I was like, AAH, NO EGGS!!, and went to my neighbor's house across the street to see if they had any eggs I could borrow, but they only had one. I stole that one and went down to the next house to see if THEY had any eggs, and THEY only had one egg as well! How crazy is that? Two eggs between three houses.

So last night I attended the second ever Beverage Jam. Now, as it turns out, it was entirely different than what I thought it was going to be. I didn't know that there would be people there who were actually good at, y'know, improvising music.

Now, as a classical pianist, I don't have the faintest idea about improvising stuff. You set some sheet music down in front of me, and I'll play it, but you start saying things about chords and inversions and that scary, scary phrase "jam session", and I have a tendency to freeze my face into a slightly panicked smile, while in my brain I'm running around, tripping over the chairs, flailing my arms around, and generally going to bits, because I just don't know how to do that sort of thing.

Or so I thought.

At last night's Beverage Jam (which was, it should be noted, my first ever "jam session"), I discovered that I was actually kinda okay at that sort of thing, which was rather amazing, because I didn't know that I could even begin to do it. Of course, I'm going to have to work on it, learn more about chords and inversions and that whole major/minor seventh thing and figure out what sounds good with what, but it isn't as scary as I thought it was.

So, thanks, T.R., and I hope that fate sets the next Beverage Jam not too far in the future.

Elijah rock

Shout, shout
Elijah rock, comin' up Lord