So I'm preparing my music resume for scholarships, college. It actually doesn't matter what it's for because I'll need it eventually. And I'd rather get it done now. So I'm just jotting down things that I've done and I had a mini-breakdown because it looked so darn empty.
Then I realized it wasn't as empty as it seemed. In one of those classes they forced me to endure, we did go over resume writing. And somehow, the great genius that I am, I have confused myself. I tried doing in reverse chronological order, but that doesn't work for me. How far back should I go? And do I include miniscule, small-scale It just looks like I have a bunch of repeated entries because I go to the same competitions every year. So I tried to categorize them into like Ensemble Experience, Competitions, and whatever I can think of. Then I ran into the problem when I was doing the PTSA competition. See...there aren't rankings for this competition. You just win. If you win, you perform at Carnegie Hall. So what do I write then?
2006: Winner.
2004: Winner.
2003: Winner.
2002: Winner.
That's stupid. My dad who has written a resume even says that looks stupid.
I Googled music resume to find three hundred different formats. And they are all extremely different from each other. Now I wish I had paid attention in that class.

Whoever came up with the idea of a resume should die a slow death. Then we can totally revive this person so they can suffer again.

I also Googled Beethoven's piano sonatas for my oral presentation. And clicked on twenty links. They all made him seem like this emo guy. Honestly.
"Beethoven's sonatas offered a vivid record of how his tortured genius transformed music."
That sentence makes me gag. It's textbook-y dramatic. It's so CHAPTER 221: The Birth of a New Nation. Or THE KILLER FLU: A PBS Documentary. I don't even know what's wrong with it. It's just disgusting. Oh wait till you hear the next sentence.
"Tears smear some of the original manuscript."
Are you sure it was tears, not blood? True or not, I'm sure there are better ways to get the idea that he was a passionate musician and composer across. I can't sit there and read that. I'll either throw up or laugh. And I'm pretty sure that's not the reaction I'm supposed to have.
Not all musicians are emo. I'm not emo. I know musicians that aren't emo. In fact, I know more non-emo musicians than emo musicians. Okay? Okay.

White Chicks is on. And I love that movie. I only love it because there wasn't anything else to watch in Taiwan. I'm so glad I'm not going back this year. Actually, I kinda wish I was. Then I get to try some kangaroo meat. I asked my dad about kangaroo meat and he told me that when he was still living in Taiwan, they actually marketed as Australian Beef. LOL.