Sarah: Random Musings

Not to beat a dead fashion horse (har, har, har...) [Truly, I think "dead CLOTHES horse" would have been funnier. --Lisa], but another tragedy was witnessed today. An girl in orchestra who will remain nameless went crazy with the music accessories. Aside from the silver necklace with a viola charm, she had an enormous viola pin that was fastened to her shirt collar. It was just extreme music geekiness. Girls like that make everyone else think we're freaks. We're not! I'm extremely well-adjusted, and can seem quite normal in some circles. Just ask me!

Speaking of me (that's what it's all about, really), I'm having some issues. Maybe this is too personal for a blog that is open to the public, but here's the deal. I'm a young girl. Not tragic looking. So tell me, why have I not had a date for months? I think if I go much longer, I'll forget how to flirt. Then I will die a spinster, dried up inside, unable to love. [And eaten by Alsatians? Ok, sorry, I'll stop interrupting now. --Lisa] This is not good.

Not to change the subject or anything, but my brother has a music problem. A few years ago, he was an incredible musical snob. He also can play anything he wants on the piano, and often mimics pop music exactly. Dave has a large Ben Folds and Ben Folds Five repertoire. Recently, though, he's allowed any music to resound in his ears and exit his fingertips. The other day he was caught in the act of playing some Vanessa Carlton. DAVID!!! Think, then act! I appreciate his openness to music, but still miss him being superior to others along with me and Lisa. It's the little things, really.