Today was an interesting day indeed.
It started with me coming outside to find my bike tire flat, mysteriously. I am not blaming anyone, of course, because if I were to think I was the victim of vandalism, that would only be out of sheer paranoia. But I did happen to chew a certain someone out for smoking weed in our room again, so maybe he was pissed and wanted to take revenge? Idk, but either way I didn't have time to fuss with it so I simply walked to school on my still kind of broken foot. Not fun.
Upon arriving at school, I needed to print some scores for my lesson with Fabio Nieder. Of course, after 4 attempts, the printer didnt work. Luckily, the help-desk people printed it for me, but it still took far too long. Even after all of this, Fabio was more than half an hour late on his lessons. When I finally got inside, all went very well. He is a fantastic teacher, and I really like how passionate he is when explaining things. He also instilled in me the need for "character" in my music; thinking about shape, contour, dynamics, articulation, sound, and timbre as much as pitches and rhythms. I thought I did that already, but he instructed me to focus on it intently, and I think my music will be more successful because of it. However, I thought I was recording the lesson, since I knew he would have all kinds of great things to say, but for some God-awful reason my phone decided it didn't want to record. Barry fail number 4? haha
Then I had live electronics rehearsal, which was whatever. Haha, you know how it is with that class. After class I came back home to fix my bike and get ready to go to my Dutch friend-girl’s house for dinner before our concert. The tire held air so I just figured my valve stem was lose or something. This lady’s house is quite cute, and exactly what I would expect in a typical Amsterdam house actually: very very steep stairs, low ceilings, many levels, above an Indian restaurant, all of that. Her parents are so nice and hospitable; I had a great time, even when we started talking about economics, gun violence, and politics. I think I did a great job of holding my tongue, or at least not putting my foot directly in my mouth, haha.
The concert was fun as well, all "modern" (within the last 30 years) Dutch music. I should probably write down the composers' names because otherwise I will never remember them, but I am too lazy to get up and look for the program, so I will put it on the blog tomorrow, haha.
After the concert we met Tristian, Duri, and some other CvA composer (so bad with names), and went to Litzeplien to hang. We chatted for a little bit, but my friend insisted on going home before midnight. When we got back to her house, at the very ideal setting on the canal out her front door, she told me that she really liked me...as a friend (how many times have you heard that crock?). She said she felt "too comfortable around me". Too comfortable to be more than friends? I feel like this isn't the first time this has happened, even though she is the first one to articulate it in this way. Maybe I am too comforting, too polite. Do I need to be more aggressive? More go-get-em? I dont freaking know. I kept pestering her that I may never see her again, and that we should try and hang out once more before I leave, but that was all before she said this. Not that I don't want to see her again, it is just not as awesome, haha. I really don't know why this keeps happening to me. Maybe I am too nice...haha I never ever thought I would be saying that. Oh. Freaking. Well.
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