insomniac with dave attell

i love dave attell. i don't even think that is his name but whatever. i can't sleep. heather and i are goofing off doing nothing because we are so hyper. i'm going to be seriously dragging ass tomorrow. and i wanted to wake up early so i could get to the music school by 8. well, i'm going to anyways. just going to be really really tired.maybe i should convince uch to not make me do etudes too. nah, i don't think that would work. but i hate practicing them. BUT I CAN'T GET THEM TO SOUND RIGHT!!!gotta pay your dues, or you will be nothing.i went to a recital today, this really sweet pianist. she played these rachmaninoff preludes and a chopin sonata that was beautiful beyond worldy description. she was pregnant. i started thinking about how if i ever get pregnant, like 10 years from now, at least, how i would make sure to play as much music as possible so it wouldn't be so boring for the baby. i think my mom did the same with me. it has to be really really boring, being a fetus. and uch was there, and he was like, it would be hard for a cellist to play when you are that pregnant, and i freaked a little, because it was almost like he was reading my mind. then he made a joke or something about how the world population would be signifiantly slimmer if men had to have babies. then his family came, and i was left with my thoughts. i started thinking if i ever do have a baby, how much would of it would be like me, how much of it (he? she?) would love music, dislike loud cramped settings, write when things got interesting? how much would be like the father? who decides all of this stuff? is it really all up to chance? one big game of dice?then i stop worrying about it, because i'm not going to be having kids for awhile, or engaging in activities that would produce children. i just worry about my cello. and school.wow, that was one weird tangent. just as well, i'm tired now