I'm taking the lunch hour to myself. There was something weird going on with my alarm clock, so I woke up at 8:50, when I was supposed to present my Streetcar scene during my 9:00 class, and I was supposed to meet my partner at 8:15 to over our lines. I was in class half an hour after waking up, though, which floored me, and was only 20 minutes late for a 2-hour class. Needless to say, though, that I didn't get breakfast, except a bit of a cake that one of the groups had brought to do Blanche's birthday scene. Our presentation went well, though, and on my way back home (I had to change out of my dress), I bought myself a caramel light frappucino from Starbucks, into which I put a 20ml double shot of espresso set to strong. My machine's weird like that... It was sooo good, though. And now I'm munching on what would ba a fritatta if it were more cohesive. Three eggs, bacone bits, cheddar cheese, and some bruschetta from Sunterra, which has onions and lots of garlic in it. Needless to say, I'm enjoying it immensely. Now I have 45 minutes before I have to be ack on campus, and I'm gonna spend about 25 of them relaxing.
Dave and his, uh, crew are going to go see Serenity tonight, and Peter and I are tagging along. I've never seen any of Firefly, though, but it looks like a good movie, regardless. My parents get back from Lake Louise tomorrow. Hopefully they'll give me some money--I am so broke. They're going to be out of town a lot in the next while. Next weekend is Banff, and sometime in October they're takig a 17 day (?) cruise to Hawaii. I wish I could do that. Or, hell, I wish I just had the money to do that, so that I could at least stop having to tighten my belt to make payments towards the one-week trip to Vancouver Peter and I took nearly three months ago. Stupid gas prices... We should've flown.
Looking forward to R&R tonight. I have to do the written part of that Streetcar project this weekend, which I'm only about half done, and I have to do some calculations to time how long my warm-up should theoretically take so that I know how much rest I have to balance it with. Russ's new thing this year is resting as much as you play, and playing for small chunks of less than 30 seconds. I meant to do that last weekend, but, well... Life is what happens while you're making other plans, as they say. At least I'm not a frazzled as Peter. He has to put together a preliminary bibliography for a grant application so that he can study Uruguayan history (an under-reasearched topic) for Monday, and then make a presentation on Oliver Cromwell for his Brithish Historiography class on Wednesday. He's a little swamped. I went to see him last night, and as I was pulling up to his house, I realized it'd been a few days since I'd been there, which is uncommon.
Now, with my tummy full, I'm off to face four hours of classes and appointments! The week is going out with a bang!
9/30/2005
9/29/2005
I Survived Yesterday!
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What? Wind Ensemble? Dammit.
What? Wind Ensemble? Dammit.
9/28/2005
Teh Stoopid ^_^
God, I want a weekend. This week is nuts, especially today. I've been going since 9 and I won't be done until 10. Jo, the next time you're feeling bored, try to remember just how much work school really is, even if you do love it.
On an amusing note, Joyce has entered me into a flame war with a guy she works with. If you check out her blog, you'll see a link to a video clip featuring Ann Coulter and Tucker Carlson. The deleted comment was the guy, Shawn's, and my reply to it (the second comment I left) is part of an e-mail I sent to Joyce when she was looking for me to humour her in feeling bitter and snobbish about Shawn being somewhat of a dim bulb. Joyce posted it in her comments, not me. Shawn then e-mailed Joyce saying that he wouldn't get into anything with me since he'd get his ass handed to him, but replied to my comment anyways. I was nice and didn't so much hand him his ass as I did point to it on the ground. ^_^
Anyway, need dinner before heading to see a play called Ribbon at the Timms so that I can write a critique of the tech it used for my class tomorrow.
On an amusing note, Joyce has entered me into a flame war with a guy she works with. If you check out her blog, you'll see a link to a video clip featuring Ann Coulter and Tucker Carlson. The deleted comment was the guy, Shawn's, and my reply to it (the second comment I left) is part of an e-mail I sent to Joyce when she was looking for me to humour her in feeling bitter and snobbish about Shawn being somewhat of a dim bulb. Joyce posted it in her comments, not me. Shawn then e-mailed Joyce saying that he wouldn't get into anything with me since he'd get his ass handed to him, but replied to my comment anyways. I was nice and didn't so much hand him his ass as I did point to it on the ground. ^_^
Anyway, need dinner before heading to see a play called Ribbon at the Timms so that I can write a critique of the tech it used for my class tomorrow.
9/26/2005
For Colbert
Posting this here because Joyce is having a nasty fight with Blogger, and she wants to make this her profile pic. I believe it's the "Om" symbol from her Ashtanga yoga class.
Weeeeekend!
Oh! I'm watching the news, and Agent 86 died! Sad...
My weekend went pretty well. I ate and drank a lot. There was an open bar at the reception, and there were a couple of incidents where I was hungry, but the beer got there first, and then I ate more to try to balance the beer I had and, well, you know how that works.
It's interesting seeing my dad's side of the family. Everybody is reasonable intelligent (except my cousin Jeffery, maybe, but his mother was a Piece. Of. Work.), but some of them don't come across as smart. Some of them are hicks and some of them just never bothered to pass any classes they took. Others became a lawyer (the groom) or a pharmacist (his brother) or a doctor (his sister). It's a very intersting mix, seeing who wanted bigger success and who just wanted to have a perfectly fine life. It's not like I'm aiming to the absolute limits of my potential by becoming a Music/Drama teacher, but it makes me wonder why we choose the lives we do.
So last night I had a dream that I went on a date with Paul Martin. It was freaky. I was kind of having a good time at first, but then I wasn't, so I ditched him and left him waiting in the car while I escaped into this restaurant. I told my mom about it today, and she laughed. now she's cooking lasagna, which I also like, because I'm hungry. Yay, lasagna!
My weekend went pretty well. I ate and drank a lot. There was an open bar at the reception, and there were a couple of incidents where I was hungry, but the beer got there first, and then I ate more to try to balance the beer I had and, well, you know how that works.
It's interesting seeing my dad's side of the family. Everybody is reasonable intelligent (except my cousin Jeffery, maybe, but his mother was a Piece. Of. Work.), but some of them don't come across as smart. Some of them are hicks and some of them just never bothered to pass any classes they took. Others became a lawyer (the groom) or a pharmacist (his brother) or a doctor (his sister). It's a very intersting mix, seeing who wanted bigger success and who just wanted to have a perfectly fine life. It's not like I'm aiming to the absolute limits of my potential by becoming a Music/Drama teacher, but it makes me wonder why we choose the lives we do.
So last night I had a dream that I went on a date with Paul Martin. It was freaky. I was kind of having a good time at first, but then I wasn't, so I ditched him and left him waiting in the car while I escaped into this restaurant. I told my mom about it today, and she laughed. now she's cooking lasagna, which I also like, because I'm hungry. Yay, lasagna!
9/23/2005
Leaving on a Jet Plane
So I was in the shower last night when I remembered: I'm going to Vancouver for the weekend. My oldest cousin, Sean, is getting married. So much for my nice relaxing weekend of nothing. Oh, well. I haven't seen this side of my family in a long time. And it was an excuse to buy a pretty new dress. ^_^ So I did a haphazard load of laundry, plugged in my iPod and we leave for the airport at 4:30. The last time I spent a weekend with my cousin Jennifer (Sean's sister), I came home and died my hair dark blue. About the colour of my pretty new dress, actually. We'll see what happens this time. ^_^
9/22/2005
Post #47
I've been smelling burnt toast on and off for about the past half hour. Seriously. It's kinda neat. I always, for some reason, smell smoke when I get scared/startled/panicked, but it's wood burning-type smoke, not burnt toast, so this is new for me. Maybe I had a mini stroke or something. That might explain why I'm feeling so ridiculously tired, despite getting a fair amount of sleep last night and having coffee this morning. If I'm capable, I'll update you guys later. ;-p
9/21/2005
Long Day
Oops. I just now checked my blog and discovered that that last post did indeed get posted. Three times, no less. I was on Peter's computer, and it was being evil, and I eventually had to give up. I thought I'd lost the post, which would have been a shame, because everybody needs to try that raisin toast/mascarpone cheese/apple slices/cinnamon thing.
Somewhat random wondering: Pri, if you're reading this (or Morgan, if you know), are you the proud owner of either a SmartCar or an Asianmobile? I never heard how that one turned out...
For the past couple of days, I've gotten home and felt like it's been such a long week and I'm so glad it's the weekend... and then I remember it's only Tuesday or Wednesday. I don't know why, but I could really use a weekend. I don't have too much to do or anything, but I feel really in need of a break. *sigh* Two more days...
Peter and I ran into Nicola today. She was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a neuron on it, she has a boyfriend named Saxon, and her hair was yellow-blonde with ash-blonde roots. After we said goodbye to her, I told Peter that Nicola's hair reminded me of when my hair was dark blue and my friend Andrew Henry would tell me that my blonde roots were showing. Peter decided that would be a good figure of speech to use when I had a blonde moment, which happened almost immediately, when he used me as a test audience for his joke "So, covering all the angles there, Saxon?" and I took a second to get it.
Jenilee and I were discussing our weddings at lunch today. A friend of hers who's a year younger than us (which makes her 20) got engaged, and Jenilee might be a bridesmaid. We thought this was strange because, while this girl has known Jenilee since second grade, they aren't that close. So Jenilee and I planned who our Maids of Honour and bridesmaids would be. We, of course, chose eachother for Maid of Honour, and I said that if I were getting married tomorrow (and not eloping), my bridesmaids would be Lindsay and Joyce. Jenilee then took a moment to make sure I wasn't actually getting married tomorrow.
Also: Jeni, I'm taking your blog off of my links list in a week. There's just not really anything there right now, but the week is so you have a chance to post something and save your position on my It List. ;-p
I'm trying to get into a Tech/Design accreditation course. Since my Intro to Stagecraft and Design is such a gong show, I figured I'd take something that might actually teach me something. There's limited space, though--only about 15 students--and I'm not sure if priority is given to Drama Majors. The course I'm in right now, 279, is a prereq for 391, the advanced Tech/Design course, and this accreditation course, which is one Saturday long, equates 391 in terms of being qualified to work Tech in the U of A's Second Playing Space (even though the accreditation course doesn't have a prereq). I don't think I can apply it to my degree, though, even though my degree requires either 279 or 391. I don't get why they do that. The Theatre History requirements worked the same way--you either needed this one course _or_ its prerequisite. Doesn't that just mean you need the prereq? Oh, well. I took both Theatre History courses and will hopefully kind of take both Tech/Design courses, so the stupid requirements glitches won't matter AND I'll actually be qualified. Yay, qualified!
It's sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone
I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God, I shouldn't feel this way
Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always, ain't that right
And no, Lord, you're hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always, ain't that right
Somewhat random wondering: Pri, if you're reading this (or Morgan, if you know), are you the proud owner of either a SmartCar or an Asianmobile? I never heard how that one turned out...
For the past couple of days, I've gotten home and felt like it's been such a long week and I'm so glad it's the weekend... and then I remember it's only Tuesday or Wednesday. I don't know why, but I could really use a weekend. I don't have too much to do or anything, but I feel really in need of a break. *sigh* Two more days...
Peter and I ran into Nicola today. She was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a neuron on it, she has a boyfriend named Saxon, and her hair was yellow-blonde with ash-blonde roots. After we said goodbye to her, I told Peter that Nicola's hair reminded me of when my hair was dark blue and my friend Andrew Henry would tell me that my blonde roots were showing. Peter decided that would be a good figure of speech to use when I had a blonde moment, which happened almost immediately, when he used me as a test audience for his joke "So, covering all the angles there, Saxon?" and I took a second to get it.
Jenilee and I were discussing our weddings at lunch today. A friend of hers who's a year younger than us (which makes her 20) got engaged, and Jenilee might be a bridesmaid. We thought this was strange because, while this girl has known Jenilee since second grade, they aren't that close. So Jenilee and I planned who our Maids of Honour and bridesmaids would be. We, of course, chose eachother for Maid of Honour, and I said that if I were getting married tomorrow (and not eloping), my bridesmaids would be Lindsay and Joyce. Jenilee then took a moment to make sure I wasn't actually getting married tomorrow.
Also: Jeni, I'm taking your blog off of my links list in a week. There's just not really anything there right now, but the week is so you have a chance to post something and save your position on my It List. ;-p
I'm trying to get into a Tech/Design accreditation course. Since my Intro to Stagecraft and Design is such a gong show, I figured I'd take something that might actually teach me something. There's limited space, though--only about 15 students--and I'm not sure if priority is given to Drama Majors. The course I'm in right now, 279, is a prereq for 391, the advanced Tech/Design course, and this accreditation course, which is one Saturday long, equates 391 in terms of being qualified to work Tech in the U of A's Second Playing Space (even though the accreditation course doesn't have a prereq). I don't think I can apply it to my degree, though, even though my degree requires either 279 or 391. I don't get why they do that. The Theatre History requirements worked the same way--you either needed this one course _or_ its prerequisite. Doesn't that just mean you need the prereq? Oh, well. I took both Theatre History courses and will hopefully kind of take both Tech/Design courses, so the stupid requirements glitches won't matter AND I'll actually be qualified. Yay, qualified!
It's sitting by the overcoat
The second shelf, the note she wrote
That I can't bring myself to throw away
And also
Reach she said for no one else but you
Cuz you won't turn away
When someone else is gone
I'm sorry 'bout the attitude
I need to give when I'm with you
But no one else would take this shit from me
And I'm so
Terrified of no one else but me
I'm here all the time
I won't go away
It's me, yeah I can't get myself to go away
It's me, and I can't get myself to go away
Oh God, I shouldn't feel this way
Reach down your hand in your pocket
Pull out some hope for me
It's been a long day, always, ain't that right
And no, Lord, you're hand won't stop it
Just keep you trembling
It's been a long day, always, ain't that right
9/19/2005
Uncommon Mondayness
Good evening. It is Monday, and it has been a good day. I had a good lesson, good classes and I woke up feeling rested. I even had time to have breakfast and coffee at home. And I had the most delicious dinner! I took taosted raisin bread, spread mascarpone cheese on it, topped it with apple slices, and sprinkled it with cinnamon. Mmmm... If you get pretentious with your description of it, it fits right on a gourmet appetizer menu, but is cheap, easy and healthy.
Peter is watching Prison Break. His dad walked in and greeted me as the lady of the house. That creeped me out. Oh, well, I suppose I stay over more often than Shelly, the only other woman that stays over. Dave needs to get a girlfriend so that there's someone my age-ish who's in this boat with me. ^_^ The last social outing I heard of Dave going on was to his colleague's house yesterday with a bunch of people to watch DVDs of Firefly, though, so I may have a while to wait. ;-p
I am not a suspense person. I mean, if I know that a movie is going to end with a happy ever after, and that the suspense is just in how they get there, that's fine. But this Prison Break show is just getting to me. I have no idea what kind of timeline they're working with, here, so I'm never sure whether to be worried. Also, the romance subplot with the prison doctor is just insane. I think it was best put in the second episode: "Cute!" "Prisoner!" the latter being spoken by the love interest, the former by I think a nurse. Yet, still, they plough on to the ploughing. Oh, well. New Gilmore Girls and House tomorrow! Yay!
Life? What's a life?
Peter is watching Prison Break. His dad walked in and greeted me as the lady of the house. That creeped me out. Oh, well, I suppose I stay over more often than Shelly, the only other woman that stays over. Dave needs to get a girlfriend so that there's someone my age-ish who's in this boat with me. ^_^ The last social outing I heard of Dave going on was to his colleague's house yesterday with a bunch of people to watch DVDs of Firefly, though, so I may have a while to wait. ;-p
I am not a suspense person. I mean, if I know that a movie is going to end with a happy ever after, and that the suspense is just in how they get there, that's fine. But this Prison Break show is just getting to me. I have no idea what kind of timeline they're working with, here, so I'm never sure whether to be worried. Also, the romance subplot with the prison doctor is just insane. I think it was best put in the second episode: "Cute!" "Prisoner!" the latter being spoken by the love interest, the former by I think a nurse. Yet, still, they plough on to the ploughing. Oh, well. New Gilmore Girls and House tomorrow! Yay!
Life? What's a life?
9/18/2005
Post #44
I'm really starting to miss people. I want Jo and Eric to come back, as well as Doug, Kaitlyn, Mandy and Sean. Hell, I even miss not having Pri around. ;-p And Morgan! Just because you guys have jobs and superior educational experiences, you think you can just up and leave. Well, harrumph!
Very little has happened to me in the past couple of days. Maybe I'd have something interesting to blog about if y'all came back. ;-p My mom got back from Winnipeg this morning. She went to see my grandparents. My grandfather is 90, but, despite reduced mobility and type 2 diabetes, is doing alright. My grandmother is about 86 and has three terminal diseases: 1) heart disease, which hasn't killed her yet, so maybe it won't, 2) lung cancer, which we're certain won't get a chance to kill her, because it's just a little baby tumour and she's got 3) Alzeihmers, and it's getting pretty bad. My mom wanted to give my grandfather a break from my grandmother by taking her out shopping and the like, which I thought was a spectacularly stupid idea. Yeah, sure, a woman with Alzheimers would be perfectly happy in a crowded, noisy and unfamilliar palce with a woman she doesn't recognize. Amazingly, it went alright. My grandmother kept asking who my mom was married to and what he did, as well as where her children were, but there weren't any situations that required either an ambulance or the ploice, so I suppose it wasn't all that bad.
Hmm, let's see. I want people to leave me comments, so I'm going to ask you a question that you have to leave a comment to answer, but I'm having trouble thinking of one... Oh! In honour of Jo's birthday, what's the best birthday card you've ever received?
Very little has happened to me in the past couple of days. Maybe I'd have something interesting to blog about if y'all came back. ;-p My mom got back from Winnipeg this morning. She went to see my grandparents. My grandfather is 90, but, despite reduced mobility and type 2 diabetes, is doing alright. My grandmother is about 86 and has three terminal diseases: 1) heart disease, which hasn't killed her yet, so maybe it won't, 2) lung cancer, which we're certain won't get a chance to kill her, because it's just a little baby tumour and she's got 3) Alzeihmers, and it's getting pretty bad. My mom wanted to give my grandfather a break from my grandmother by taking her out shopping and the like, which I thought was a spectacularly stupid idea. Yeah, sure, a woman with Alzheimers would be perfectly happy in a crowded, noisy and unfamilliar palce with a woman she doesn't recognize. Amazingly, it went alright. My grandmother kept asking who my mom was married to and what he did, as well as where her children were, but there weren't any situations that required either an ambulance or the ploice, so I suppose it wasn't all that bad.
Hmm, let's see. I want people to leave me comments, so I'm going to ask you a question that you have to leave a comment to answer, but I'm having trouble thinking of one... Oh! In honour of Jo's birthday, what's the best birthday card you've ever received?
9/16/2005
TGIF
Thank God it's Friday. I did Wednesday one better and missed class entirely this morning. I slept in. My alarm went off at 7, but Peter was staying over, so I turned it off quickly so that it wouldn't wake him, but that just let me fall right back asleep. I woke up 15 minutes before my class started, but I figured it just wasn't worth it at that point. I had a busy afternoon, though. Dr. Street made us rehearse today. Chelsea, a second-year who was majoring in euphonium last year, but switched to trumpet this year, wasn't there because she claims to have injured her diaphram, so a new trumpet student who did three years of sociology (I think) at Red Deer Collage subbed in for her, and Katie and I decided we wanted her to permanently replace Chelsea. Have I ranted about Chelsea yet? She bothers me...
I was starving during rehearsal, so, on my way home I stopped at Sunterra and bought nice, fresh food. Greek salad, French bread, bruschetta... God, yes. Thus, I am having a good evening. Yay good evening!
I have decided that my Stagecraft and Design course is a total gong show. Yesterday, we covered Medieval thratre through to 19th century theatre. She finished early again, and didn't want to let us go so early, so she gave us a ten minute break so she could go over her notes for stuff to elaborate on, and when class resumed, she had to correct stuff she'd said before. I mean, really, if you're only going to hit the absolute most important aspects of each era, you could at least get them right. I spent the class writing out my warm-up routine for Russ. I felt very accomplished and professional. ^_^ But it kind of missed the point, because I forgot the package of warm-up activities Russ gave me in lesson to spend this week trying out and incorporating. Oh, well.
I think I'm gonna go get some more of that French bread. Mmmm...
I was starving during rehearsal, so, on my way home I stopped at Sunterra and bought nice, fresh food. Greek salad, French bread, bruschetta... God, yes. Thus, I am having a good evening. Yay good evening!
I have decided that my Stagecraft and Design course is a total gong show. Yesterday, we covered Medieval thratre through to 19th century theatre. She finished early again, and didn't want to let us go so early, so she gave us a ten minute break so she could go over her notes for stuff to elaborate on, and when class resumed, she had to correct stuff she'd said before. I mean, really, if you're only going to hit the absolute most important aspects of each era, you could at least get them right. I spent the class writing out my warm-up routine for Russ. I felt very accomplished and professional. ^_^ But it kind of missed the point, because I forgot the package of warm-up activities Russ gave me in lesson to spend this week trying out and incorporating. Oh, well.
I think I'm gonna go get some more of that French bread. Mmmm...
9/14/2005
Life, the Universe and Everything
Sitting around half-watching CSI. It's kind of crept into my viewing over the summer, since it's _always_ on. I miss the time when X-Files was like that. Poor X-Files...
Today was fire drill day. It cut my Scene Study class short, but I didn't mind. Groat Road southbound was closed, so people detoured to Whitemud, Fox Drive and Belgravia Road, which, combined with the fact that they're doing construction on Belgravia, made traffic horrible. I was also running very low on gas, and was really worried that I would run out in the middle of the bottleneck. After sitting in traffic with my car in neutral for far too long, I arrived, 15 minutes late for class, very frustrated and exhausted. Class was alright at first, but I wound up doodling on my jeans as I felt my coffee wear off, and by the time the fire alarm went off, I was ready to pout my way back to bed.
The rest of the day was alright--I rode a Venti until finally being able to take a nap. I'm currently waiting for Peter to get home from his night class, which should be soon. Then we're going go party 'til the wee hours of whenever I need to go to bed to be well-rested for my 8am class tomorrow. Par-tay!
Today was fire drill day. It cut my Scene Study class short, but I didn't mind. Groat Road southbound was closed, so people detoured to Whitemud, Fox Drive and Belgravia Road, which, combined with the fact that they're doing construction on Belgravia, made traffic horrible. I was also running very low on gas, and was really worried that I would run out in the middle of the bottleneck. After sitting in traffic with my car in neutral for far too long, I arrived, 15 minutes late for class, very frustrated and exhausted. Class was alright at first, but I wound up doodling on my jeans as I felt my coffee wear off, and by the time the fire alarm went off, I was ready to pout my way back to bed.
The rest of the day was alright--I rode a Venti until finally being able to take a nap. I'm currently waiting for Peter to get home from his night class, which should be soon. Then we're going go party 'til the wee hours of whenever I need to go to bed to be well-rested for my 8am class tomorrow. Par-tay!
9/13/2005
[rambling/]
I can play the drums!!! Well, I can hit a practice pad properly with snare sticks. I've spent the past 9 years having absolutely no idea how to do that, and this morning I learned how. It was totally worth being in class at 8am, even though I only got 5 hours of sleep.
In other news, the first module of my Stagecraft and Design course is history of the theatre. We covered all of ancient Greece and Romans in 35 minutes today. The whole class was dead silent, some taking notes, some not. Now, I've mentioned that this woman has a very strong Serbian accent, have I not? So her English is hard enough to understand, let alone her Greek. When she finished her lecture, she asked if anybody had any questions. Nobody said anything, so she recapped what she'd taught. Then she asked again if anybody had any questions. A couple of people timidly raised their hands. This opened the flood gates. Most of the students in this course are second-year drama majors. This means that the Theatre History courses that teach this stuff in detail are just starting up for them. I took those courses last year, so this stuff was all basic review to me, but good lord was the rest of the class confused. At least five people asked the difference between the Greek and Roman Orchestra, which is one of the simplest and most obvious differences between the two types of theatres. Nobody could spell Skene. The fact that the Romans used stairs seemed to absolutely baffle some people. At least they knew who Dionysus was, although the concept of the Festival of Dionysus was kinda not really emphasized. This is going to be a difficult module to sit through...
Also--and this really made me rub my forehead--the prof put the syllabus on WebCT, but most students still can't access it. After nearly a week of fielding complaints about this, does she just print off copies of the syllabus? No, she prints off copies of the help website for WebCT, with links that go to pages explaining things like your CNS login ID. I wrote IQ Reqs beside each link on my copy. I estimate that, in order to log onto WebCT, you need an IQ of 7.
Wind Ensemble started today. I had a tacet for most of the stuff we rehearsed, because I have a backstage solo part. It was ex-cite-ing. One thing made it a bit better, though: halfway through rehearsal, I noticed that Katie was wearing a Suicide Girls hoodie. Loved that. ^_^
Season premier of Gilmore Girls and House are on tonight!!!!! They're at the same time, though, so I'm gonna tape House because a) it's not on digital cable, and I can therefore tape it from my television, and b) Peter wants to see it, and has charged me with taping it every week, as he's in class Tuesday nights. Apparently LL Cool J is guesting on House as a sick Death Row inmate. Huh. House was talking to Cameron about being damaged in the promo I saw, and I'm totally a sucker for that. ^_^ And I want to see Luke's answer to Lorelai's proposal on GG! I'm pretty sure it's a yes, but I've curbed my spoiler-whore ways for the summer, and, besides, it's the _how_ that makes it worth watching. Still, *squee*!
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In other news, the first module of my Stagecraft and Design course is history of the theatre. We covered all of ancient Greece and Romans in 35 minutes today. The whole class was dead silent, some taking notes, some not. Now, I've mentioned that this woman has a very strong Serbian accent, have I not? So her English is hard enough to understand, let alone her Greek. When she finished her lecture, she asked if anybody had any questions. Nobody said anything, so she recapped what she'd taught. Then she asked again if anybody had any questions. A couple of people timidly raised their hands. This opened the flood gates. Most of the students in this course are second-year drama majors. This means that the Theatre History courses that teach this stuff in detail are just starting up for them. I took those courses last year, so this stuff was all basic review to me, but good lord was the rest of the class confused. At least five people asked the difference between the Greek and Roman Orchestra, which is one of the simplest and most obvious differences between the two types of theatres. Nobody could spell Skene. The fact that the Romans used stairs seemed to absolutely baffle some people. At least they knew who Dionysus was, although the concept of the Festival of Dionysus was kinda not really emphasized. This is going to be a difficult module to sit through...
Also--and this really made me rub my forehead--the prof put the syllabus on WebCT, but most students still can't access it. After nearly a week of fielding complaints about this, does she just print off copies of the syllabus? No, she prints off copies of the help website for WebCT, with links that go to pages explaining things like your CNS login ID. I wrote IQ Reqs beside each link on my copy. I estimate that, in order to log onto WebCT, you need an IQ of 7.
Wind Ensemble started today. I had a tacet for most of the stuff we rehearsed, because I have a backstage solo part. It was ex-cite-ing. One thing made it a bit better, though: halfway through rehearsal, I noticed that Katie was wearing a Suicide Girls hoodie. Loved that. ^_^
Season premier of Gilmore Girls and House are on tonight!!!!! They're at the same time, though, so I'm gonna tape House because a) it's not on digital cable, and I can therefore tape it from my television, and b) Peter wants to see it, and has charged me with taping it every week, as he's in class Tuesday nights. Apparently LL Cool J is guesting on House as a sick Death Row inmate. Huh. House was talking to Cameron about being damaged in the promo I saw, and I'm totally a sucker for that. ^_^ And I want to see Luke's answer to Lorelai's proposal on GG! I'm pretty sure it's a yes, but I've curbed my spoiler-whore ways for the summer, and, besides, it's the _how_ that makes it worth watching. Still, *squee*!
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9/12/2005
Shivering Heap
South Lab not heated. Two Hour Class. Twelve degrees celcius. Not a good start to a Monday morning.
That class, Scene Study, uses excerpts from a book called Backwards and Forwards. It's a neat book, talking about how action works. It uses the terms Triggers and Heaps. The prof didn't explain this to the class, but from previous experience I know that the story behind those terms is that when I pull the trigger of a gun pointed at you, you fall to the floor in a heap. Kind of funny. But it doesn't distinguish between staus quo and conflict. That bothers me. Events, actions and beats, kinda like notes, harmonies and phrases, are useful things, but don't express a lot. The thing that bugs me most, though, is that a great deal of conflict occurs when the triggers and heaps rule goes wrong. The intended heap isn't achieved, either because nothing happens or because something else happens. I'm trying to find a way to incorporate both concepts into a nice, balanced, inclusive concept. So far I'm not having any luck, possibly because I had crispy chicken curry for lunch and now have unpleasant heartburn. Boo unpleasant heartburn.
That class, Scene Study, uses excerpts from a book called Backwards and Forwards. It's a neat book, talking about how action works. It uses the terms Triggers and Heaps. The prof didn't explain this to the class, but from previous experience I know that the story behind those terms is that when I pull the trigger of a gun pointed at you, you fall to the floor in a heap. Kind of funny. But it doesn't distinguish between staus quo and conflict. That bothers me. Events, actions and beats, kinda like notes, harmonies and phrases, are useful things, but don't express a lot. The thing that bugs me most, though, is that a great deal of conflict occurs when the triggers and heaps rule goes wrong. The intended heap isn't achieved, either because nothing happens or because something else happens. I'm trying to find a way to incorporate both concepts into a nice, balanced, inclusive concept. So far I'm not having any luck, possibly because I had crispy chicken curry for lunch and now have unpleasant heartburn. Boo unpleasant heartburn.
9/11/2005
Generic Disclaimer
I'd like to watch Animation Domination, which is really just the Simpsons, Family Guy and American Dad with a horrible name, but Dave wants to watch Ramsey's Kitchen Nightmares or Disasters or whatever it is, because they had a generic disclaimer before it saying there might be coarse language and nudity. I admit, I would like to see how nudity would come into play in a food network show, and Gordon Ramsay is indeed the man, but it's season premier night. Ah, Peter has hunoured me. Dave's playing World of Warcraft, so he doesn't have much time to spare to watch, anyway. We're still watching the food network show during commercials, and, I gotta say, Gordon Ramsay is showing a remarkable amount of restraint. He's interviewing and auditioning this chef, and he's whatever you call a male ditz. Oh, there we go, Ramsay's dishing it out. Excellent.
Spent a lot of the weekend playing World of Warcraft. Made myself an Undead Mage character to play solo. Lessons and Rep class start tomorrow. Three cheers for something to do. Oh, crap, I should have bought stuff for my classes. I need a baton, drum sticks and a copy of A Streetcar Named Desire. That'll be the primary text we work with in Scene Study. Looking forward to that.
Oh, hey, there's a 26-year-old guy trying out for the Head Chef job on the Ramsay show. Maybe he'll be bringing the nudity. As long as it's not the guy who owns the restaurant. OMG!!! It was!!!!!!! He did a striptease while singing karaoke to "I'm Too Sexy." He was wearing black bikini briefs. It was disturbing. I don't think Dave even noticed...
Spent a lot of the weekend playing World of Warcraft. Made myself an Undead Mage character to play solo. Lessons and Rep class start tomorrow. Three cheers for something to do. Oh, crap, I should have bought stuff for my classes. I need a baton, drum sticks and a copy of A Streetcar Named Desire. That'll be the primary text we work with in Scene Study. Looking forward to that.
Oh, hey, there's a 26-year-old guy trying out for the Head Chef job on the Ramsay show. Maybe he'll be bringing the nudity. As long as it's not the guy who owns the restaurant. OMG!!! It was!!!!!!! He did a striptease while singing karaoke to "I'm Too Sexy." He was wearing black bikini briefs. It was disturbing. I don't think Dave even noticed...
9/09/2005
Third Day of Classes
I promise this will be the last entry dedicated to an individual day of classes. This completes my trilogy.
So, after much worry about not having received the e-mail about my Scene Study course, I got it this morning. I'm in! Yay! Class was more or less cancelled, though; the Drama orientation was this morning, and a few of us met at the class before heading over there. Well, rather, I headed over to make sure I didn't have to do anything to register myself in the class, and then _they_ headed to the Drama orientation. I headed to the free pancake breakfast. Mmm. :-) Two blueberry pancakes and one chocolate chip pancake later, I went and prepped for my Wind Ensemble audition. Peter showed up while I was in a practice room and gave me a Coke. I have no idea where he got it. It crossed my mind that he was trying to poison me. Or maybe he just got it at grad student orientation this morning. Either way.
My audition went reasonably well. I played prettily, if I may say so. I mispitched a couple of times on the sightreading, but, hey, I'm the one who decided to play a brass instrument. We have a graduate trumpet player this year. Ashley says she has a masters in trumpet, and is currently working on her doctorate, but she isn't taking lessons with either Russ or Al as far as I know, so I'm not sure what she's doing. Well, she's teaching Aural Skills and auditioning for Wind Ensemble, apparantly. Three cheers for an uncontested section leader.
After my audition, I had two hours of boredom. I so can't wait for stuff to actually start up. I drank the Coke Peter gave me. I guess it wasn't poisoned. Or maybe it's a time release poison, and I'll drop dead later tonight. We'll see. Conducting class was pretty good. We got further in this one class than in a week of the conducting musicianship class I took at Camrose. The presence of Jackie and Beth was much appreciated. There's this older ladie that Jackie knows in the class, though, and she has the unfortunate habit of speaking to everybody like they're a moderately intelligently, slightly obstinant 12-year-old. Penny in my Drama 149 class spoke like that. Then again, she was also the Psychology major who believed that people would lose every ounce of self-control and rational thought the second they inhaled/swallowed/huffed/were in the general vicinity of anybody doing any of that. Some people just make my head hurt.
I had to go home, because I had my mom's car, and I needed to give it back and go with her to pick mine up from the shop. Something was wrong with the starter, and it died on Tuesday. Inconvenient. Thus, I got to Peter's later than I wanted to. Sean, Alyssa and John came over for a going away dinner for Sean. Peter made Bouchon stuff--butternut squash soup, salmon with leeks and beurre blanche, and tarte tatin, which is kind of an apple upsidedown cake. Soooo good. He took the rest over to his mom's, otherwise I would have eaten more. It's relatively simple, though, so maybe I'll get him to make it again. It can be his new lemon tart. Now we're all sitting upstairs with Mario Power Tennis. Despite only having had a small glass of wine and the smallest taste of port (mmmm...) tonight, I feel like I've had a lot to drink. I don't feel drunk, I just feel like I've consumed a lot of alcohol, possibly because I've focused on the stuff I've had. Now I feel guilty. I have no idea why--John's here, so I look bone dry in comparison.
Anyway, now I'm just rambling on while I watch John and Dave play tennis. I love the fact that I can watch and type at the same time. John's losing. Peter's ranting about Phys Ed curriculums. Jo, have you ever had this discussion with him?
So, after much worry about not having received the e-mail about my Scene Study course, I got it this morning. I'm in! Yay! Class was more or less cancelled, though; the Drama orientation was this morning, and a few of us met at the class before heading over there. Well, rather, I headed over to make sure I didn't have to do anything to register myself in the class, and then _they_ headed to the Drama orientation. I headed to the free pancake breakfast. Mmm. :-) Two blueberry pancakes and one chocolate chip pancake later, I went and prepped for my Wind Ensemble audition. Peter showed up while I was in a practice room and gave me a Coke. I have no idea where he got it. It crossed my mind that he was trying to poison me. Or maybe he just got it at grad student orientation this morning. Either way.
My audition went reasonably well. I played prettily, if I may say so. I mispitched a couple of times on the sightreading, but, hey, I'm the one who decided to play a brass instrument. We have a graduate trumpet player this year. Ashley says she has a masters in trumpet, and is currently working on her doctorate, but she isn't taking lessons with either Russ or Al as far as I know, so I'm not sure what she's doing. Well, she's teaching Aural Skills and auditioning for Wind Ensemble, apparantly. Three cheers for an uncontested section leader.
After my audition, I had two hours of boredom. I so can't wait for stuff to actually start up. I drank the Coke Peter gave me. I guess it wasn't poisoned. Or maybe it's a time release poison, and I'll drop dead later tonight. We'll see. Conducting class was pretty good. We got further in this one class than in a week of the conducting musicianship class I took at Camrose. The presence of Jackie and Beth was much appreciated. There's this older ladie that Jackie knows in the class, though, and she has the unfortunate habit of speaking to everybody like they're a moderately intelligently, slightly obstinant 12-year-old. Penny in my Drama 149 class spoke like that. Then again, she was also the Psychology major who believed that people would lose every ounce of self-control and rational thought the second they inhaled/swallowed/huffed/were in the general vicinity of anybody doing any of that. Some people just make my head hurt.
I had to go home, because I had my mom's car, and I needed to give it back and go with her to pick mine up from the shop. Something was wrong with the starter, and it died on Tuesday. Inconvenient. Thus, I got to Peter's later than I wanted to. Sean, Alyssa and John came over for a going away dinner for Sean. Peter made Bouchon stuff--butternut squash soup, salmon with leeks and beurre blanche, and tarte tatin, which is kind of an apple upsidedown cake. Soooo good. He took the rest over to his mom's, otherwise I would have eaten more. It's relatively simple, though, so maybe I'll get him to make it again. It can be his new lemon tart. Now we're all sitting upstairs with Mario Power Tennis. Despite only having had a small glass of wine and the smallest taste of port (mmmm...) tonight, I feel like I've had a lot to drink. I don't feel drunk, I just feel like I've consumed a lot of alcohol, possibly because I've focused on the stuff I've had. Now I feel guilty. I have no idea why--John's here, so I look bone dry in comparison.
Anyway, now I'm just rambling on while I watch John and Dave play tennis. I love the fact that I can watch and type at the same time. John's losing. Peter's ranting about Phys Ed curriculums. Jo, have you ever had this discussion with him?
9/08/2005
Post #37
I don't have Angela's e-mail adress, but I know she reads this:
Did you download anything while you were on Peter's computer on Monday night? Or was anyone else on the computer Monday night? Internet Explorer is now riddled with evil adware... Dave's gonna wipe the system, I just wanna know what this came with.
Did you download anything while you were on Peter's computer on Monday night? Or was anyone else on the computer Monday night? Internet Explorer is now riddled with evil adware... Dave's gonna wipe the system, I just wanna know what this came with.
Second Day of Classes
Today was... long. Percussion Tech looks is going to be great. Carly's in my class. She showed up and I asked her what she was doing there. Taking the class, she said. Maybe because she's been away at Ed for the last year, or maybe because I just saw her spiffy business cards, or maybe because it was 8am, but for some reason I thought she'd graduated. I sat there thinking very hard about what kind of paperwork you had to do to come back to retake a course after you'd graduated before she reminded me. Class got out early, leaving me with nearly five hours to fill. I will be very glad when Wind Ensemble starts, thus shortening my insanely long break. Well, I say that now...
I went to Southgate during my break to see if Eddie Bauer had that sweater vest I wanted in my size in brown. Nope. So I poked around the mall a bit, looking for a dress to wear to my cousin's wedding that was slightly cheaper than the one I bought at Banana Republic, and then treated myself to Tim Horton's. Mmm, steeped tea. I know steeping it doesn't do that much to make it taste better, and that it's really just a gimmick, but it's so much less hassle to not have to fuss with the teabag. But, anyway, since neither West Ed nor Southgate have the sweatervest I want, I ordered it online. It'll be here in about a week. Muchly looking forward to that.
2:00 finally came. I even practiced some more to pass the time. The whole tone technical exercises in the first Vizutti book are a bitch to read. They adhere to the rule about using sharps when ascending and flats when descending, but they don't correct the accidentals within the same bar before switching from sharps to flats. So suddenly it's a B natural, not a B sharp, but you have only the context of the other 16th notes in that beat to figure that out. Boo.
Anyway, 2:00. My Stagecraft and Design course is indeed in Tory, and in a damned small classroom for the number of people we had there. The class was supposed to be capped at 40, but we had nearly 50 people in there. It's mostly theoretical. It's co-taught by the University's Tech and Design guru, who's a cool old hippy, as well as a 20-something woman with a _strong_ Serbian accent. Seriously, I'm not sure this woman knows what consonants are. She's doing the first and third modules of three, though, so I'll have to get used to it. She asked why people were taking this class if it wasn't required, and I had to tell them that as of this calendar year, this was a requied course for BEd Drama minors, which is technically what I am. I hate that I get the good Music education but the bad Drama one. None of the students in this class were first-years, though, since it has prereqs, so nobody could corroburate (sp?) what I was saying.
Yeah, totally fell asleep in that class. Bad time of day. Still looking forward to having a lecture class, though, and glad that everything's on WebCT, or at least will be. Might even buy the Design book that guru John has his BFADesign students buy. It'll be useful later on, and I can get it at the bookstore. There aren't any other books for this course. In fact, the only other book I have to buy at all, since I have my Conducting and Percussion Tech books from last year when I was planning on taking them, is a copy of Streetcar Named Desire for my Scene Study course, provided I get in. Still waiting on that e-mail. Oh, and I suppose that I had to buy the Vizutti books, but those aren't textbooks, those are trumpet bibles.
Oh, and I also found out that both Beth and Jackie, third years, are going to be in my section of the Conducting class. Very glad to have a couple of people I know and like there.
I went to Southgate during my break to see if Eddie Bauer had that sweater vest I wanted in my size in brown. Nope. So I poked around the mall a bit, looking for a dress to wear to my cousin's wedding that was slightly cheaper than the one I bought at Banana Republic, and then treated myself to Tim Horton's. Mmm, steeped tea. I know steeping it doesn't do that much to make it taste better, and that it's really just a gimmick, but it's so much less hassle to not have to fuss with the teabag. But, anyway, since neither West Ed nor Southgate have the sweatervest I want, I ordered it online. It'll be here in about a week. Muchly looking forward to that.
2:00 finally came. I even practiced some more to pass the time. The whole tone technical exercises in the first Vizutti book are a bitch to read. They adhere to the rule about using sharps when ascending and flats when descending, but they don't correct the accidentals within the same bar before switching from sharps to flats. So suddenly it's a B natural, not a B sharp, but you have only the context of the other 16th notes in that beat to figure that out. Boo.
Anyway, 2:00. My Stagecraft and Design course is indeed in Tory, and in a damned small classroom for the number of people we had there. The class was supposed to be capped at 40, but we had nearly 50 people in there. It's mostly theoretical. It's co-taught by the University's Tech and Design guru, who's a cool old hippy, as well as a 20-something woman with a _strong_ Serbian accent. Seriously, I'm not sure this woman knows what consonants are. She's doing the first and third modules of three, though, so I'll have to get used to it. She asked why people were taking this class if it wasn't required, and I had to tell them that as of this calendar year, this was a requied course for BEd Drama minors, which is technically what I am. I hate that I get the good Music education but the bad Drama one. None of the students in this class were first-years, though, since it has prereqs, so nobody could corroburate (sp?) what I was saying.
Yeah, totally fell asleep in that class. Bad time of day. Still looking forward to having a lecture class, though, and glad that everything's on WebCT, or at least will be. Might even buy the Design book that guru John has his BFADesign students buy. It'll be useful later on, and I can get it at the bookstore. There aren't any other books for this course. In fact, the only other book I have to buy at all, since I have my Conducting and Percussion Tech books from last year when I was planning on taking them, is a copy of Streetcar Named Desire for my Scene Study course, provided I get in. Still waiting on that e-mail. Oh, and I suppose that I had to buy the Vizutti books, but those aren't textbooks, those are trumpet bibles.
Oh, and I also found out that both Beth and Jackie, third years, are going to be in my section of the Conducting class. Very glad to have a couple of people I know and like there.
9/07/2005
First Day of Classes
I'm tired and my computer isn't picking up our wireless internet signal, so this'll be a short entry, since my parents insist on keeping the window next to their computer open and it's chilly. First day of classes was alright. I'll find out tomorrow if I get into my Scene Study course. It didn't have the prof it was supposed to, but I like the one we've got. She reminds me of Shelly in a couple of small ways. I got stuck in the bad Conducting class. Both sections are at the same time, and I don't know anybody in my section, except for this BEd flute player who was in my Woodwind Tech class. Here's hoping people other than me got it mixed up which section they're in so that I'll have some friends. Tomorrow I have Percussion Tech at 8am!!!! Yay!!! And then nothing until 2, although Wind Ensemble starts next week. My audition's not until Friday. It feels so weird not having to absolutley scramble for my auditions. I chose my piece weeks ago, I've played it before, I have an excerpt of appropriate length, and I'm more or less certain I'll make the band. I mean, not to be a trumpet player or anything, but, really. My Stagecraft and Design course in is Tory. I'm not sure what to think of that. I was hoping for some hands-on, but maybe the theatres aren't bookable for an entire semestre's worth of classes. No, wait, that doesn't make any sense... In any case, it'll be nice to have a simple lecture class. I don't have any of those this term. I watched with semi-regret as people prepped for their jazz auditions today. I'd love to be able to do it, but that would be essentially a seventh course for the term, since I'm not in Wind Ensemble for credit. Also looking forward to lessons. Bought all three Vizutti books on Tuesday. The technical studies make a nice change from Clarke's, and are actually a lot more fluid. I hate Db major.
9/05/2005
John and Co's Drunken Science
This is from maybe a month ago, when a bunch of people were over and somewhat inebriated. Luckily, they didn't get too far down the list, themselves.
10 Phases of Drunkenness: a study in modern behaviours
Low level ‘tipsy’; fake drunk
‘Loving’ feeling OR feelings of rage/depression
‘Grabbiness’ or overtly seeking physical intimacy
Aggressiveness or willingness to engage in combat
Slurring words, with addition of trouble connecting thoughts
Difficulty walking and infantile motor capacity
Nausea
Vomiting
Waking up in a pool of own vomit
Hospitalization or other medical side effects as a result of alcohol poisoning
‘Tipsy’ is defined as an awkward “light”, happy feeling associated with the early stages of excessive consumption of alcohol.
‘Loving’ is defined as the emotional state of being in which an individual expresses feelings of endearment/tenderness. (In most cases these feelings are a return to the earlier stages of Maslow’s Basic Needs pyramid, and also, though unrelated, quite often unwarranted.)
‘Grabbiness’ is defined as the state in which those of the predominantly male sex are prone to “grabbing” body parts of another individual. (This is a continuation of the prior level of drunkenness, wherein the individual relies heavily upon basic needs, ie: food, water, and sexual activity.)
*This list has been compiled with the assistance of my colleagues Johnicus, Pryscilla and Morgasm. I am appreciative of their extensive knowledge, and practical expertise in this area, without which I may never have been able to adequately identify the specific levels of debauchery.
Yours in pretension,
Angela Visscher
10 Phases of Drunkenness: a study in modern behaviours
Low level ‘tipsy’; fake drunk
‘Loving’ feeling OR feelings of rage/depression
‘Grabbiness’ or overtly seeking physical intimacy
Aggressiveness or willingness to engage in combat
Slurring words, with addition of trouble connecting thoughts
Difficulty walking and infantile motor capacity
Nausea
Vomiting
Waking up in a pool of own vomit
Hospitalization or other medical side effects as a result of alcohol poisoning
‘Tipsy’ is defined as an awkward “light”, happy feeling associated with the early stages of excessive consumption of alcohol.
‘Loving’ is defined as the emotional state of being in which an individual expresses feelings of endearment/tenderness. (In most cases these feelings are a return to the earlier stages of Maslow’s Basic Needs pyramid, and also, though unrelated, quite often unwarranted.)
‘Grabbiness’ is defined as the state in which those of the predominantly male sex are prone to “grabbing” body parts of another individual. (This is a continuation of the prior level of drunkenness, wherein the individual relies heavily upon basic needs, ie: food, water, and sexual activity.)
*This list has been compiled with the assistance of my colleagues Johnicus, Pryscilla and Morgasm. I am appreciative of their extensive knowledge, and practical expertise in this area, without which I may never have been able to adequately identify the specific levels of debauchery.
Yours in pretension,
Angela Visscher
9/04/2005
Poor Brick Wall...
Mmm, coffee. It's a rainy Sunday afternoon. I spent last night at Peter's but made sure to come home at noon so that my mom and I could go to Ikea to look at the big gushy chair I like that we're considering getting for my new room. This plan has been delayed somewhat by the fact that a family friend is coming over sometime this afternoon to get my dad to sign a form saying he's still alive and therefore continues to qualify for his Dutch pension. But oh, well. As of yesterday, it's uncertain as to whether we're actually moving or not. Well, officially that's the position. Unofficially, we're moving, and if we have to leave my dad behind, so be it. Allow me to explain: Yesterday, my parents, both of them, went to look at a showhome for our new house in a different development. See, my mom was the first person on the list of people to be called when Brass III began accepting deposit cheques. She was not the first person to get there with her cheque, though. So she's second on the list for choosing a lot, and the first person on the list wants two houses. There are only six lots of something like 20 set aside for the floor plan we want (there are three variations of the floor plan, and the one we want is the biggest and most expensive and, thus, has the fewest lots reserved for it). Two of these lots, my dad would love. However, since the person who gets first pick also wants the same floorplan as us, he's convinced that those are the ones they'll take. Of the other four, two don't back onto the lake (with a floating fountain!), and one will be the showhome. My dad doesn't seem to realize that this leaves us with one perfectly good lot. He apparently spent a lot of the time at the showhome yesterday saying "I'm not impressed," and was very rude to the woman working there. So he's not agreeing to moving yet.
*bangs head against brick wall*
My mom says that my dad may just be looking for an excuse, any excuse not to move. I have no idea why. He doesn't have to pack, doesn't have to move the stuff. We're downsizing, so we'll make money off of the move. All he has to do is come home 2.5 km further South than previously. That's where his La-Z-Boy will be, so I doubt he'll mind the slightly longer trip. Maybe he's just a crotchety old Conservative. No, scratch the maybe. He _is_ a crotchety old Conservative. The only thing that's uncertain when it comes to that is whether or not it's the reason he might not want to move.
In other news, Peter and I finally got around to putting World of Warcraft on my computer. I'm playing a Night Elf Druid. I'm not sure that's the class I meant to choose, though. Dave says that 80% of women play Night Elf Hunters. I say that maybe the job at BioWare isn't the best thing for him after all. But it's his 21st birthday today, so I'll be nice. ^_^
Apparently there's sushi tomorrow. Looking forward to it, guys.
*bangs head against brick wall*
My mom says that my dad may just be looking for an excuse, any excuse not to move. I have no idea why. He doesn't have to pack, doesn't have to move the stuff. We're downsizing, so we'll make money off of the move. All he has to do is come home 2.5 km further South than previously. That's where his La-Z-Boy will be, so I doubt he'll mind the slightly longer trip. Maybe he's just a crotchety old Conservative. No, scratch the maybe. He _is_ a crotchety old Conservative. The only thing that's uncertain when it comes to that is whether or not it's the reason he might not want to move.
In other news, Peter and I finally got around to putting World of Warcraft on my computer. I'm playing a Night Elf Druid. I'm not sure that's the class I meant to choose, though. Dave says that 80% of women play Night Elf Hunters. I say that maybe the job at BioWare isn't the best thing for him after all. But it's his 21st birthday today, so I'll be nice. ^_^
Apparently there's sushi tomorrow. Looking forward to it, guys.
9/02/2005
Calderon Dreamin'
So I picked my dog up from the groomers this afternoon. He's pretty. ^_^ Anyway, all the way home, he was fine. But the second we pull into the garage, he throws up in my car. *sigh* At least it was easy enough to clean up.
So it's the Friday of the Labour Day long weekend. I'm tempted to pack a bag and head to Calderon Acres. God knows there'd be something for me to do there. Plus, I miss Wayne and Ted. Wayne would have been so proud of me. Joyce took me to her advanced Astanga Yoga class on Wednesday (holy crap!), and there were pictures of Hare Krishna at the front of the room. I still hurt. Down Dog really is a bitch. But, yeah, I haven't seen Wayne since his impromtu move to India and subsequent deportation. Well, kinda. He left before they could deport him, which, I gotta say, was one of Wayne's better decisions. Oooh! And I could meet Ted's fiancee! My mom used to think that Ted was gay because he'd hit 33 or however old he is without showing any real interest in getting married. *breathe in, breathe out*
Wow, it's like the world is setting the stage for us to have a really good weekend. The maids cleaned the house thouroughly two days ago, Rob and co are currently mowing the lawn, my mom's car is fixed after her accident and the new computer arrived two weeks early. Now that all the stresses are gone, all we need is for something fun to happen... ... ... ...hello?
So it's the Friday of the Labour Day long weekend. I'm tempted to pack a bag and head to Calderon Acres. God knows there'd be something for me to do there. Plus, I miss Wayne and Ted. Wayne would have been so proud of me. Joyce took me to her advanced Astanga Yoga class on Wednesday (holy crap!), and there were pictures of Hare Krishna at the front of the room. I still hurt. Down Dog really is a bitch. But, yeah, I haven't seen Wayne since his impromtu move to India and subsequent deportation. Well, kinda. He left before they could deport him, which, I gotta say, was one of Wayne's better decisions. Oooh! And I could meet Ted's fiancee! My mom used to think that Ted was gay because he'd hit 33 or however old he is without showing any real interest in getting married. *breathe in, breathe out*
Wow, it's like the world is setting the stage for us to have a really good weekend. The maids cleaned the house thouroughly two days ago, Rob and co are currently mowing the lawn, my mom's car is fixed after her accident and the new computer arrived two weeks early. Now that all the stresses are gone, all we need is for something fun to happen... ... ... ...hello?
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