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December 17, 2001 :: 12:36 a.m.
I am a dead Russian composer
I was reading this diary, and it prompted me to find out what dead Russian composer I am. I don't have much interest in dead Russian composers, but being the confirmed quiz-o-holic that I am I couldn't pass it up. | If I were a Dead Russian omposer, I would be Dmitri Shostakovich!I am a shy, nervous, unassuming, fidgety, and stuttery little person who began composing the same year I started music lessons of any sort. I wrote the first of my fifteen symphonies at age 18, and my second opera, "Lady Macbeth of the Mtsensk District," when I was only 26. Unfortunately, Stalin hated the opera, and put me on the Enemy Of The People List for life. I nevertheless kept composing the works I wanted to write in private; some of my vocal cycles and 15 string quartets mock the Soviet System in notes. And I somehow was NOT killed in the process! And Harry Potter(c) stole my glasses and broke them! Who would you be? Dead Russian Composer Personality Test |
Today was a good day. I went over to Adam's early and we layed around and cuddled for hours. At around 2 p.m. we went to do some christmas shopping. I got something for Joe G., something for my mom, and a few little Hello Kitty things for Amanda. All I have left is my dad and my grandma, and maybe something else for Adam. It's really nice to almost be done with this. However, it would be even nicer if the things I bought on Ebay would get here. Our christmas party thing is in 2 days and nothing has arrived yet. *laughs* I'm watching ostriches do a little dance with their heads. Oh, now they're chasing each other. I have no idea what this show is, but it's certainly and odd one.
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