February 29, 2012

Yeah....my blog title is extremely creative.

 Thursdays are awesome. I was born on a Thursday, did you know that?

Well, I have nothing else to blog about, so how about some things that make me smile.

#1

Contradictory to that, here's a rant.

So, Squeegee, not the same Squeegee I've been talking about, a completely new one, is normally fantastic and awesome. But since I'm an oboist, I need new oboe reeds when they chip (which is dagnabbiting easy), and it's super annoying. So I asked Squeegee if he or she could get me one, and he or she said yes. I was very happy, as my current oboe reed looks like a...a...chipped oboe reed (by the way it's affecting my playing too. I hate not being loud). When telling Squeegee this I STRESSED the part that I needed a medium-soft oboe reed, because I can't play mediums, they're too hard. I said that, word for word.

So when I came back today, Squeegee had bought me an oboe reed, and I thanked him or her very much, since they're expensive. I asked whether it was a medium-soft or a medium, just to be sure......................................

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it was a medium.

What. The. Poo....I specifically told Squeegee not to get a medium! When asked, Squeegee replied, "They were out......but they have a new kind! They said it's better." Of course they're going to say that! They're trying to sell products! I did understand, though, that when they're out, they're out. So my anger over that subsided. However, I was kind of bummed that he or she actually bought the reed....now I have two medium oboe reeds that I won't use because I can't play them, and that's a waste of money.

See, what I was angry, or more amused, persay, was the fact that just because the person at the music store said the new medium reed was better, he or she bought it.

That's like, if you went to a bakery and asked the person up front, "Hi, I'd like one slice of chocolate cake with hot chocolate, please." And the person replied, "Sorry, we're out of chocolate. However, we do have poo cake. Would you like some poo cake? It's even tastier than the chocolate!" And I said, "Ooh, that sounds delicious!" just because the person said it was tastier. Then, I would order poo cake and reenact The Help. Wait, that was a pie.

But my point is, I would SO have preferred he or she didn't buy the medium than buy it. So.....anyone want a medium reed?

NOOOOO DAVY JONES DIED!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO (and yes I do actually know who he is, he was in the Monkees)

I just had another blog topic epiphany-bunnies.

I have never had a real, mammal pet (I've had four fish and a rock), so I've always asked my mom for a pet, whether it was me being a child ("Mommy can I have a unicorn?") or me being realistic ("Mommy may I have a bunny? Look! See? Research! I have researched bunnies!"). However, the whole research only made me yearn for one more.

So, thus ends my February 29 post. Happy birthday to all of you who age slowly!