Anything to Keep from Practicing!

So this is the way it goes.
I'm very, very diligent all week long. When Friday arrives, I just can't get motivated! It's weird, because I'm usually very good about practicing Saturday and Sunday. There's just something about Friday. I guess it's the nature of the beast.

This morning my alarm went off at 5. Instead of practicing the first hour, I worked on a paper for my chant project. That was a good thing, though. It's nearing completion!

I've practiced two hours, but they're the sort of hours that include too many "relaxation breaks," too much fidgeting on the bench, too much glancing out the window, too many text messages, and too much all-around restlessness! Ah!

I took a break and practiced my clarinet. I can play a G Major scale now! (Ascending is still a little bit rough, but it's coming along for my playing quiz Monday.) But after 10 minutes, my mouth started to really ache and I realized I didn't sound all that grand and musical. Back to the piano.

Finding my mind wander to statistics homework - math - was the clincher.
If I'm thinking of math while playing Chopin, nothing lovely is going to sound! End of story.

So here I am, at an altogether different keyboard.

Okay, now I'm really going to prepare for my statistics exam. Maybe I should practice more for my clarinet quiz, too. Or memorize hundreds of years of music history for my exam, practice with my duet partner for next week, finish (start?) my theory homework, print out a final copy of my chant paper, and find my metronome.

But no. After studying statistics, I'm going to a high school football game! Lest you think I'm slacking off, I'm shadowing the band. :)

But first...
I have to share something that made me laugh so hard! (Tali, hope you don't mind! :-P)
This is a snippet from an email Tali sent me:

"Boston Market is officially disgusting.  I took Mrs [K] there, and watched in disgust as grease literally dripped from the food as they served it up to her.  To make matters worse, there were twelve whole chickens rotating in this plastic box, and one chicken's wing kept moving.  I watched in horrified fascination as it circled above the open fire and then flapped.  I don't think I'll be able to eat chicken for a long, long time."

Ha ha! Okay, seriously, now how am I to focus? ;)

Happy weekend, everyone!