I bet the title is what made you read this. :) Here's the rundown on my Monday. I was late to music history because my alarm didn't go off. I woke up at 7:55, threw on some clothes and ran to the PA. It was worth it though; we talked about Hindemith's music and how he never has a key signature, so Lindberg was challenging us to find the tonal center. And Braden comes out with, "How many licks does it take to get to the tonal center?" Then I worked for three hours and went to my cello lesson. Both were fairly uneventful, I guess. But leaving from my lesson, a poster caught my eye for the WAMSO Young Artist Competition. I'm seriously considering entering, but I'm not sure if I'll be prepared by next January. We'll see. Then I printed out most of the rest of my old sitD until my printer started complaining about not having enough toner. Oh well. I can pick up some more when I go home and finish it later. While this was going on I was doing laundry and running errands around campus, like dropping off my loan info for summer school (it's official now; I'm stuck here until June 20), returning library books, making a dentist appointment for the summer, getting information on my major's requirements, and getting food. Yay. I had MSO tonight! It was brutal tonight, but fun. We started the repertoire for the May 11 concert; it's all gypsy music and a Brahms violin/cello double concerto for our soloists. Part of my title is actually from rehearsal; Ken was telling the violins to follow us (the cello section) because we were playing steady eighths and he said, "Come on, people, it's not rocket surgery." I think he meant to say either "brain surgery" or "rocket science." During break, a few of us were discussing how many people can fit in the various lockers in that hallway, so I opened my cello locker and we fit me, Christine, and Mark in it. Martha thought we were crazy, but she laughed so hard when I told her that I had changed clothes in my locker after the last orchestra concert because I didn't want to walk all the way around the building to the bathroom. My hand hurt like none other when rehearsal was over; I was fantasizing about being a professional cellist again and then I played in rehearsal and was disappointed that it couldn't be that way. But that's another story and shall be told another time. Kimberly had asked if I wanted to go to swing dance, and I really wasn't sure if I did because I was tired and sore and I hadn't called Neil back yet like I said I would, but I went anyway. It was fun, even without my own partner. I saw Jake and Wes from Crossroads, and danced with Megan D. from high school. I was watching Kimberly and Andy dance and thinking about this weekend and how I feel about my high school friends. I could see the two of them that much to me too. After a little while, Andy, Kimberly and I left to go to Wal-Mart. Bad idea! We were all really hyper and we crashed from that while we were in the store. I was pointing stuff out to Andy and then giggling like crazy. Some highlights: "NECTAR!" and "Look at the cookies that are like circles." Or when I was opening every single Axe bodywash on the shelf and smelling it. :) Yet another reason I never need to get drunk; I can be like that sober as long as I'm super tired! I bought deodorant because I needed it and apples because they looked yummy. But the late-night Wal-Mart run is where the other half of the title comes from; in the car we were talking about how in ASL, the sign for strawberry is similar to the one for blowjob ...