"The whole of his life was gliding on the strings--

his lost hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as he would never play again."

Man, I am so dumb. First of all, I brought my saxophone with me right after 4th period and hauled it all the way to El Cerrito (I almost forgot it when we left our school!). Then, when we came back I realized that I could've...wait a second...I'm not stupid! The woodwind cabinets are closed during brass lessons! Woohoo, my brain is still capable of simple function! Although, that still doesn't make up for the fact that I didn't even touch my saxophone after I got home...I was too tired...

I got my SAT results back today, and I got an 1880. I know I could've done better, but I guess it's not a terrible score. I would still like to get a score that resembles a more recent year in history. Sigh, maybe I'm just shooting too my aspirations too high. I'm terrible at Halo, so I should realize that my attempts at high goals will probably be sniped away by someone else.

Platinum progress tracker: The title for this section is pretty ironic, considering how very little progress I've been making lately. I've decided to change my party AGAIN. Sigh, I'll probably never be content with my Pokémon.

Oh yeah, if you guys haven't stalked me on Facebook yet (Geez, where have you been?), I've been adding stuff to my quotes section. I've made it a point for myself to find one quote that I thought meant the most to me, or was the most memorable, in the books that I read in English. I found one today (The one in the title) from the book Night. It describes a young Polish boy who is made to run over forty miles to another Jewish death camp. Despite being trampled by dozens of other prisoners, all he cares about his the safety of his violin. It just touches me how such a young boy can be such a dedicated musician, even in the face of death. It's that kind of dedication that I so greatly admire, and which I seem to lack.