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Thought I should mention to my vaguely loyal readers out there a story of the last fortnight.
Last week I skipped my first week of university to fly down to Christchurch to play with the CSO. I did a week of rehearsals down there, followed by a concert on friday night in the town hall.
On Saturday I woke at 6am to fly to Dunedin for one rehearsal and a concert Saturday night with the Southern Sinfonfia.
On Sunday morning I woke at 6am, packed my bags and flew back to Auckland. I half slept most of the way on the plane and then got off feeling hot and exhausted. I got home, removed the socks from my tuba bell, changed in to my performance clothes, and caught the bus in to university where I warmed up, had some rice crackers and soy choc milk for lunch and then sat wishing I could be in bed napping. Then, I went on stage to perform my tuba concerto in the university concerto comp. There were 18 people in round one, and they were going to pick 3. I was doing this purely because I did not want to disappoint my teacher by pulling out. I played ok: I could not have expected better. I was too tired and grumpy to be nervous so I guess it was vaguely musical.
Anyway, so I’m performing my concerto in the Auckland town hall with the university orchestra accompanying me, against a flute and a pianist. First prize wins $3000. So I might post a link when my face is plastered across the university website (we had a photoshoot 8.30am yesterday morning).
Today I slept in til 9.30.
Oh the decadence.

My friends have brilliant taste in men. I generally do not. My friend “perrymonster” is a brilliant example of this. Her boyfriend is basically a substantially cooler, substantially nerdier and more alternative version of me. I sent him a message today to exclaim over the fact that I have found Dr Alan Statham from Green Wing and he plays the French horn. I think this man is glorious looking and if I had any moves I’d totally make them. Anyway, my point was that I messaged perrymonster’s boyfriend to tell him and to complain I couldn’t think of ways to subtly photograph him and his response was:
“Use the tricks you learned in the thieves guild to take it without him knowing. Are invisibility scrolls wildely available in New Zealand? Don’t get caught though. I don’t think morrowind’s criminal system is a realistic representation of New Zealand’s jail system. It is not as simple as losing some attribute points!”

Where do all these boys congregate before they start dating my friends?