ESO Concert

I'm not tired, so I figured I'd blog about the concert I went to tonight.

First off, there was a couple sitting next to me who didn't really know what was going on. They kept talking at a relatively high volume throughout the first half, which annoyed me, but I understood when, as we were sitting back down after intermission, they asked me what the big violin was called. I told them it was a viola, and they looked not quite happy. Then, they asked what the woman with the grey hair was playing. It was a cello, I told them, and for good measure, I told them which ones were the double basses, too. ^_^

We all know that the non-trumpet music isn't important, so I won't talk about it. The Hummel was up first, and, I gotta say, I didn't like the performance. I seemed kinda phoned in. It lacked energy and tension. I think the main reason is that the piece just wasn't challenging enough for him. I was telling Peter over the break that the trumpet world needs a Christian Loba (Lauba?). Then, after the break, was the Jolivet, and that made me happy. I've always called music like that "Post-Romantic." Stravinsky's good stuff, ie, when he's not the model of Neo-Classicism, is also in this category. It's got the intense feel of Romantic Music, but has more complexity and interest. Ole Antonsen delivered a much better performance on this piece, I think.

When I went backstage afterwards, I saw a bunch of people I knew, but no Ole Antonsen. Russ showed us to him (Ian Trace was there to, and he's dating Cathy Glasper, which floored me, since I didn't know they knew the other existed), and so I got to congratulate him, but I didn't get to talk to him about the Jolivet. Russ gave a lecture on it before the concert, but I missed it, so maybe I'll get him to give me the jist of it in lesson on Monday. That should eat up some time. ^_^

Tomorrow: I continue to lounge around! Yay!

Post #72

So I caught up on my blog reading. Ali's took the longest. She's wondering whether she's possessed by demons. Somebody needs to get that girl to a psychiatrist. Quickly. She's so obviously suffering from depression that I'm amazed that an intelligent person like her doesn't realize it. Poor Ali...

So I'm going to the Symphony tonight. Yay, Ole Antonsen! His C trumpet rocks. It was sent to him by Bud Herseth, and it even has this neat colouring to it. That thing will be worth a lot of money one day... But if anybody doesn't have anything to do tonight, student rush tickets are cheap! I was telling this History prof on Thursday night how easy it is to get backstage. If you go in through the back door, there's a guard, but if you go in through the front door, you can walk right in. It's kinda funny, actually. ^_^ But I suppose most people reading my blog know that already...

I also dug out the sweatpants I bought in highschool for lounging around this weekend. They say "jazz" on the bum. ^_^ I'd wear them more often, but my dog chewed through them a number of years ago, so there are holes in the legs.

Oh, and I took the Which Famous Leader Are You quiz that Jo had on her blog. I'm Hitler, apparently because I'm paranoid. Huh... I think I'll do that pictures thing later, too. For now, though, I'm going to go pour myself some more tea. :-)

*does happy dance of no more insane workload*

Hey, Cheney's cronie resigned. Spiffy.

Alrighty! Week of Hell is OVER!!!! And it went well, all things considered! Yesterday I had to skip my afternoon class to get my two projects finished in time to go to the bar, but I did it, and so I rewarded myself with a horrible, but free, "vodka and seven." See, last night was the graduate history students' Hallowe'en party, as a believe I mentioned, and for the event, the Iron Horse had been booked, even though there were only about 100 people there. The tickets entitled people to a free drink before 10, but it was restricte to highballs. Now, you tell me to find you a 60-40 cab-bordeau wine and I've got no problem, but I have no idea what the hell a highball is. I tried ordering a vodka and cranberry, but they wouldn't let me do that, and suggested the vodka and seven. I figured what the hell. Yeah, that was a mistake. Later, I gave Peter five bucks and got him to get me a vodka and cranberry. That was much better. Oh, and many people met, yada yada, but they were all in costume, so I totally won't be able to recognise them later. ^_^

Okay, I've decided that this weekend, I will catch up on the past, like, two weeks of blog reading. The only ones I've been able to keep up with are Kaitlyn's and Joyce's, and that's because they don't update that often. All the others I read, though, have fallen by the wayside in my mad mid-semester crunch.

*does another happy dance of no more insane workload*

Maybe Only the Seventh Level

Well, today hasn't been as bad so far as I was expecting it to be, mostly because my Score Study project and Text/Character Analysis project weren't due today after all. Friday, instead. So I hope to work on one of them tonight after the masterclass, and finish both tomorrow by dinner so that I can go to the Hallowe'en party at the Iron Horse tomorrow night. It's the gradute history and classics students' association (or whatever it's called) who's putting this on, and apparently this one Russian history prof is quite the amusing drunk. Plus, I'm not sure that I'd believe that Peter went to a Hallowe'en party at the Iron Horse unless I saw it with my own two eyes. ^_^ We'll see if I get everything done in time, though. I'm not sure if I'll have any time tonight if we go out after the masterclass. I've resigned myself to doing this masterclass without really knowing the piece I'm playing. There's just no time. Stupid no time.

Anyway, maybe I can go do some reasearch on Handel before I have to leave.

Tweak

The changes I've made to my blog aren't permanent. I don't think. It's just something to muck around with during a short break. But tell me what you think--I might keep them for at least a while.

Descent

I'm staring down the gullet of the week of hell. As far as I know, I present in my Scene Study class tomorrow, but it might be Wednesday. I still need to memorise the last two sections of my monololgue, but the last one can be fudged pretty easily. Then, on Wednesday, I have the Text Analysis/Bone Structure due for that project, as well as my Score Study project for Conducting AND the masterclass with Ole Antonsen, which I'm guaranteed to play at. Thursday is my Percussion Techniques playing mid-term, which would be easy if I'd go out and buy the goddamn book already, and I can't remember whether my Conducting Assignment is on Wednesday of Friday, although I suspect it's Wednesday. Wednesday will be the day of the Ninth Level. Anyway, off to work~!

Mmm... Cherry-Flavoured

Ok, so I promised that I'd come back today with a happier spin on things. And today actually wasn't that bad. I ate a pomegranate (sp?) at lunch! It was messy and tart and very yummy. It made my afternoon happy. :-)

I... did surprisingly little today, considering I really haven't stopped. Went to class this morning and watched presentations. Yippy. Went to see my doctor in Mill Woods, went and ate lunch, went to Conducting class and came home and worked on my monologue. Now I'm thinking about what to eat for dinner. If I wasn't so hungry, I'd go grocery shopping. I'm almost out of cereal and microwavable stuff. Mmm... student chow.

Jenilee and I have been playing phone tag since Wednesday. I'm hoping to be able to see her this weekend, but tomorrow I have rehearsal at 10 and Dave's slightly belated birthday dinner, which, yet again, I am surprised to be invited to. Oh, well. I like Dave, and I guess he doesn't think of me a his brother's annoying girlfriend, so it's all good. Plus, yay yummy food at Jack's Grill! Mmm... not student chow.

I tried taking my dog for a short walk to the mail box today and he ran all over the neighborhood, eventually stopping to accost a couple of kids with his barks, tail and tongue, at which point I was able to catch him and carry him home. I think he's slightly resentful. Maybe I'll give him one of those chewies he likes. Would that be reinforcing his behaviour, though? Or is his memory short enough that he wouldn't remember? Hmmm...

Oh, and in the mail was a photo radar ticket for my dad. I was quite delighted at the addition to my arsenal of things to bring up if my dad ever criticises my driving. ^_^

Anyway, I require food. Maybe a bagel and a package of Hallowe'en candy. Mmm...

Thursday's Child isn't Happy, Either

I've been rather absent from my blog lately. All I can say is that I've been really busy. It's the mid-term crunch, but even that is being put on the backburner in order to be able to work on my monologue. I've got three of the five parts memorised, which works out ot about three quarters of the speech, since the last section is short. I spent hours working on it this morning and then realised this evening that I'd left a part out. Bah.

Allow me a moment to rant here. I'm rather tired of people bitching about Wind Ensemble. If you're doing you're part, then plug your hole with an instrument and do it. If you're not doing your part, then don't be a hypocrite by complaining about people like you. And if you absolutely must say something, then say it in a contructive manner, rather than taking delight in being obnoxiously self-deprecating or discouraging somebody even more than they already are. I had an encounter with a second-year non-music-student who plays fifth horn in Wind Ensemble today that left me peeved and disheartened, so I felt that this needed to be said. And I'm being the bigger person and not even mentioning that she realised she'd lost her music early Friday morning right before we left for Red Deer. ^_^

But, in any case, it's been a long day and I feel blechy, so I'm going to go chillax with my man, yo. Will update again soon with more positive stuff.

I'm Wearing a Newspaper Dunce Hat!

I'm loving this Jack Thompson stuff that's been going on lately. Also, I got home and decided to have a beer and play WoW. Somewhere halfway across town I know I have a boyfriend who's smiling.

Highlights From Friday

In chronological order:

Walking through the N/U parking lot from my car to FAB at 6:40 am, it was still dark. In the distance, I saw the oddest thing: Two rabbits, sitting dead centre near the end of two side-by-side parking spaces. They were perfectly still, sitting with their ears straight up. I thought at first they were plastic garden statues or something. Then a third rabbit ran past in my peripheral vision and startled me. I was starting to think of the White Rabbit and Wonderland. I got closer to the two in the parking spaces, and one of their ears twitched and I jumped. I wandered in a circle around them, a passing girl not seeming to notice, and they still didn't move. I got within five feet of them before they actually started to leave, very slowly. It was the most surreal experience...

On the bus, Dr. Street had bought us food in case we hadn't eaten breakfast or something. He had a flat of bottled water, apples and bananas and cheesestrings. He was eating a cheesestring in bites and held it up and said "This is the cheese that makes the strings!" in the classic Dr. Street raised eyebrows lilting voice kind of way. I seemed to be the only one to find it funny, but I nearly died laughing.

Robert W. Smith has been raised in my esteem. I no longer think of him as not even being able to live up to Frank Tichelli, whom I'm sure you all know I hold in great disdain. I think he (Smith) relies on pedagogical elements too heavily for inspiration to call his music all that artistic, but he had some nice explanations for some of his music that made it seem more expressive.

After our concert of our own stuff, I was walking down the hall in RDC and ducked. I was pretty sure that something had nearly hit my head, but I couldn't tell you anything more than that. Turned out it was Mr. Speers, who I still have trouble calling Rob, swatting at me with a folder. A bunch of Ainlay alums gathered and we chatted. It was nice to see him again. Maybe I'll impose on him to do my rehearsal observation there, if he'll let me.

A bunch of us went to Moxie's after the concert because BP's was being evil. The waitress kicked ass! Calvin kept ordering iced tea refills, and said that he'd probably go through six glasses, so when he finished his fourth, the waitress brought him two pints for the last two. He and Todd Carson, who apparently dated Alicia again until a couple of months ago, had both ordered the X-Treme burger, and were making eachother finish everything on their plate, and with their drinks (Todd had two HUGE 710 ml Coronas), they each nearly died. It was amusing. ^_^ And the waitress gave all 13 of us seperate cheques! BP's wouldn't even let us order off the regular menu. And, of course, I had to have one of their sugar-rimmed "margaritas," which are really just Kool-Aid for university students. Chelsea Marndrusiak (sp?) had a Molson Kick, the beer with caffeine, and was rather jittery later, but I think that was just placebo effect. She said it tasted like normal beer, though, which makes me slightly curious to try it. And it came in an aluminum bottle...

We decided to leave at 6:30 so that we could stay for the U of L and U of C concerts, but the U of L one ran long and we didn't have time to stay for the U of C one. Mrs. Burns, whom nobody calls just Rita, was in the row in front of me in the audience, and I got to say hi to her, too. She thought I was in second year. If that were the case it would seem less unpleasant that I have two more years to go after this one. The U of L was a large group, weighing in at about 77 people. It was unweildly. And not that great. It was about at the level I'd like to see a good highschool band at. All of their music was very simple. 4/8/16-bar phrases with no independant lines. It was quite something having the melody always played by the trumpets, flutes, clarinets, trombones AND saxophones (or close to that) with a band that size. They also looked pretty bad. This one trumpet player had his shirt untucked and unbuttoned down to mid-chest and no bowtie. One of the percussionist's idea of concert dress was grey (not faded black, grey) pants and a black wifebeater-style tanktop. Even Peter wears proper concert dress, and he is, in his own words "more or less tghe limit case."

The bus rides to and from Red Deer were actually very nice. I had two seats to myself, so I was able to lay down and doze. It took me quite a while, but I've found the best way to sleep on a tour bus: On your back with your head towards the aisle, kind of sitting cross-legged against the wall, with your hands under your head. Seriously. I listened to Jens Lindeman and remembered that I am indeed a music student.

And then that night, I dreamt that Prison Break was with the brothers from Malcom in the Middle. Very bizarre...

Meta Offspring

Ugh, no more work for now.

The section of my speech I've been working on for the past two days is giving me problems. It's only 153 words, but it's proving more than a little difficult. This is only the second fifth of the speech, though, so I can't fall behind now. Maybe I'll take it on the bus tomorrow.

Yay tomorrow. Or not. Getting up at 5 am doesn't exactly make me happy. Nor does having a concert halfway through the term. I know that a whole term can be a little long to work on some stuff, but we always seem to be under the gun in Wind Ensemble. I always either hear people say that people need to get their act together, or that it's too much to ask. Now, I know the disparity in skill level in Wind Ensemble is greater than would be best, but such a system should allow the lower-level players to learn from the higher-level players rather than bear the brunt of annoyance for not having the experience that negates the need for a slower learning curve. *sigh*

But I'll get to browse the tradefair. Maybe buy myself a nicer baton. Yay GST rebate cheques! Maybe invest in a nice cloth for my valves. My stupid valves. Russ told me to start washing them every day. Bah. See if there's a repair clinic I can attend. Maybe if I manage to not be in Wind Ensemble in my... oh, God, my sixth year, I'll just attend the conference as a normal student attender person. That would actually be nice, and it wouldn't entail performing or missing a theory mid-term.

There was the funniest thing that happened in rehearsal today, though! Ryan Laslop, Court's younger brother, is in first-year on percussion, and has even taken over Court's old job. Anyway, there's this one piece that has a lot of pitch changes in the tympani, and Ryan was having trouble keeping up with them. Dr. Street was checking that he'd be able to play this one important part, and he spoke the rhythm to him. In response, Ryan said "I can't get the bump-bump, but I can make the digga-digga." Maybe you had to be there, but it was hilarious. Katie even wrote it down. If I've misquoted him, Katie, feel free to correct me. It was just funny to see a remarkably good-looking, built guy in a tight (MSA) t-shirt, complete with pit stains from moving equipment around, say, in all seriousness, bump-bump and digga-digga.

Aah! I'm watching the beginning of CSI, and the credits are still rolling, and there's a person named Meta! I totally want to name my daughter Meta!! ^_^

Binderbinder!!!

I found my binder!!! It was indeed in SouthLab. I was so relieved that I wanted to cry.

I am at home right now. I have this nice three-hour break between Percussion Techniques and Wind Ensemble, and I enjoy coming home during it when I can. I can read the comics, which I never have time to do when I'm trying to get to my 8am class, I can take a nap, I can play with my dog... It's very nice to have a sunny morning to yourself.

Since my parents were in Jasper until Sunday, we didn't do the turkey thing, but my dad did cook salmon and fettucini alfredo last night for the three of us, Chris and Peter. My mom bought half and half for my dad to use in the alfredo sauce, but he went back to Safeway and bought whipping cream. I think maybe I should have a salad for lunch... and dinner...

I _so_ want to hear that recording of Regis Philbin and Donald Trump singing Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer! To this day, whenever I think of that song, I think of the California Raisins version from A Claymation Christmas. That's on my tape of Christmas specials from, like, 1990 that I watch every year, along with the Peanuts Christmas Special, the classic (claymated?) Rudolph, Frosty the Snowman, Mickey's Christmas Carol, and even the Garfield special. And all of the old commercials are great! "Hey Remmington--Shave This!"

And now for something we hope you'll really like.

A List of my Weaknesses
(Or at least the ones I'm willing to share with the world)

BBQ chips
My dog
The big gushy chair in the lownjlounge
Indulging Joyce (j/k)
Sleeping in
Coffee
Nice clothes
Hair Dye (although not lately)
Caramel
Metaphysical witticisms (not that I'm sure what those are)

Things

Thing 1: I saw a headline on msn.ca today that talked about "interval training" and I honestly thought for a minute they were talking about aural skills.

Thing 2: I can't find my binder. That binder has _everything_ in it except lessons and Wind Ensemble. I think it's either in the Media Room or in South Lab, because it certainly isn't anywhere else. Double plus ungood.

Thing 3: My dog wants attention, but his arthritis is acting up, so he doesn't like having his back touched, which kind of limits petting him. Poor Farley. I don't know where my mom keeps his doggy anti-inflamatories...

Thing 4: You know that pink frying pan I mentioned in an earlier post? Well, I was flipping through a Bay flyer today and found that frying pan along with a whole line of pink kitchen stuff by KitchenAid. Food processor, blender, kettle, measuring cups, knife, whisk and spatula... And that's not to mention all the other stuff on the page, such as a pink Dirt Devil vacuum broom, pens, various devices for holding your keys and tags and even a sports towel. Oh, and, of course, one of those rubber bracelet things. And polo shirts modeled by Celine Dion and her husband. And a matress. That isn't pink. And I've still left several items out. I officially declare this nuts.

Thing 5: Now that it is past noon, I'm going shopping! Three cheers for being a consumer! ;-p

Post #60

Yay long weekend! It didn't hit me that it was the weekend until Peter called last night and asked me what I'd like to do, but, man, what a glorious moment when I realized. ^_^ We went and saw Serenity again. I caught a lot more of the exposition this time. I was rather confused about the Reevers after seeing it last week. Peter saw all but one episode of the series during the week, and he wanted to help avoid the "fanboy effect" by contributing to second weekend numbers.

I read the Lucky monologue I have to memorize in class yesterday. I got applause! I was rather surprised. But, apparently, I only have two weeks before I have to perform it. Check it out here, about four fifths of the way down the page.

I'm not quite sure what to do tonight. My parents are in Jasper, Jenilee's in Vermillion, Peter's at work... I don't have a lesson for more than a week, so I don't need to panick about that. Yesterday was so insane that I really just want to do nothing, but I can't think of any nothing to do. Maybe I should head out to the middle east and dig people out from the earthquake rubble. I'm not sure they'd like me, though...

On a side note, does anybody ever use the Italian 6 conducting pattern? I can just feel my teeth vibrate when I think of how sharp beginner players would go if you did that...

Watching the news while blogging does not seem to be a good idea, because I waste all of my rants on the television. I've been working on this post for quite a while, and I've had the TV on for far too long. Maybe I'll give up on both and go find myself a book to read...

I don't care about Martha Stewart sailing in a hollowed-out pumpkin!!!!!

Mostly Splendiferous (quaquaquaqua)

So yesterday was mostly splendiferous. My scene study class did a neat little acting exercise where you ork with another person and come up with a close relationship like sisters or friends or whatnot, and then you each think of something you need to tell the other. Your partner doesn't know what that is, though, and the exercise involves sitting in silence in chairs facing eachother for a couple of minutes, playing the moment of trying to tell them. My partner and I were friends, and after the silence bit, my prof told me to say my thing first, which was that I had accepted a great job offer in New York and would be leaving next month. My friend just kinda sat there stoically and eventually said that she hoped we could stay in touch. It was kind of weird. Then my prof told her to tell her thing, and she told me that she'd pushed her mom down the stairs and killed her. She'd been laying there for about 13 hours, apparently. I... wasn't sure what to say. It was quite the exercise. I eventually gave in a dropped the line "I think it's time for me to take you to *your* new house," but I waited until the moment was over first. ^_^ And then our group for our next scene analysis project got together, and we decided that, instead of Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are Dead, we would do Waiting for Godot, which, as some of you know, is more or less my favourite play in the world. I was very happy. There four of us, though, so I'm not sure if we'll be allowed to do the second act, where Lucky is mute, but I wouldn't even mind tackling his insane monologue in the first act, since I've got about a quarter of it memorised already and know the rest in bits and pieces. We'll see what my prof says. Or, alternately put, But not so fast.

By conducting class yesterday afternoon, though, I was getting tired. This girl kept standing too close to me and bumping me over, and this 40-something woman seemed to find it amusing that she couldn't remember any of her glossary terms when we were having the glossary competition game-thingy, which meant we lost horribly. I have no sympathy for people who have forgotten how to learn. This woman always makes such a big deal about how she can't think in any of the ways the prof suggests, and I just want to tell her that she'll either have to learn to do so, come up with some ways of her own, or fail the class, and that none of those involve so much complaining. Grrr...

But I felt better after mooching some of Peter's pizza and french onion soup from Academy. ^_^ Oh, that reminds me of a question I want to aks you guys, but I'll save that until the end of the post. Then, as I was about to head home, I ran into Ashley and Audrey, who had beed left behind by their ride to jazz band, so I gave them a lift. They said they owed me, and I shall remember that. *maniacle laugh*

And then I went home and slept for three hours. Glorious, glorious sleep. And afterwards, I didn't feel like stabbing anybody. *proud smile* So I went to the bar. ^_^

I met Peter and a couple of his history friends at Scholar's to celebrate the completion of his presentation on Oliver Cromwell. The hockey game was on. We won! But, man, was that place loud. You should have seen me jump when they scored right after I got there. See, I was sitting under a tv, so I wasn't really watching the game, except kind of on the tv across the room, so mostly Peter and I just chatted while his friends cheered. And I mooched some of his fries. ^_^

Anyway, enough of this rather long post, and on to my question. I was asked this question a couple of days ago, and it caught me completely off guard, and I have since been asking people I know for their answers: If you could change one thing about your life right now, without breaking the laws of physics or anything insane like that, what would it be? My first thought was that I'd like more money, but when I thought about what I'd do with more money, I decided that a more appropriate answer would be that I'd like to move out. You guys?

My Father Would Disown Me if He Knew

Then again, he's letting me date Peter, so maybe not... I found this on Joyce's blog. The spectrum diagram is insane! I think the results are relatively accurate, though. Plus, you get to make up your own law, and it gives you a list of the last ten made when you complete the quiz. Two of them were about banning women with pants/underwear issues, and one was from a guy named ds from Edmonton that said that copyright infringement should be punishable by death, and I can't help but think that that's Dan Schnee having a bit of fun... ^_^ You are a Social Liberal (75% permissive) and an... Economic Liberal (23% permissive) You are best described as a: Strong Democrat Link: The Politics Test on Ok Cupid Also: The OkCupid Dating Persona Test

Link Attempt

Yes, yes, I know. Two posts in one day, yada...

So I wound up watching most of the CSI finale--there was enough of that casino cinema stuff going on that I was able to take a shower and not miss much--but I had to stop watching just as the ants came in and started biting him. I know he's all right and whatnot, but that was just creepy...

Anyway, I'm writing this post half because I'm bored and, surprisingly, don't feel like sleeping, and half because I want to test out putting a link into one of my posts. Blogger is making it totally unnecessary to learn html, for which I thank them, so this shouldn't be too hard.

As I'm sure you know, there are ten million things you can buy in support of breast cancer research during October. This year, I discovered an ad for a pink frying pan. Ever since my mom got sick, I've noticed these things more than I used to, and I've noticed that Clinique always has something nice. The pink theme works a lot better with make-up than with, say, frying pans. Anyway, this year they've got a wicked face powder thing for sale in support of breast cancer awareness month and breast cancer research. I *heart* Clinique because their stuff is hypo-allergenic and I have sensitive skin, as I've discovered the hard way, but this blush-ish stuff is just really fun-looking. I will be buying one the next time I'm at the mall, and I'd like to encourage you to do the same. Or, buy the frying pan and cook breakfast. That'd be good, too. Mmm... pancakes and bacon served in bed... ^_^

ETA: It worked! And on the first try! Except that I got the link wrong the first time... ^_^

No Hard Work Today

So it's Tuesday and I'm watching what I think is CSI's last season finale. Nick get kidnapped. Part one of two. It kinda of demands to be watched.

I totally slept in today. I got little enough sleep Sunday night that when I woke up for my 8am Percussion Tech class, I just rolled over. My mom came in before she left for work and said she was jealous. I wish she hadn't woken me up.

Later, I rushed out of Wind Ensemble to get to my Stagecraft course ontime. When I got there, I remembered it was moved from Tory 1-119 to Tory 3-65. Tory 3-65, however, was empty. I was confused. Over the next half hour, I checked all over the place, even FAB 3-65, which turned out to be my conducting prof's office. I knew that the next module of the class would be in the Media Room in FAB, but I thought that didn't start until next class. i did try the Media Room today, though, and it was locked. I eventually gave up and when to the louge to wait for Peter, who said he would show when my class would have been over if I could have found it, and as we left to go to Earls, I ran into people from my class. It was indeed in the Media Room. I'm still not sure how I was supposed to get in, but apparently I missed a lot. I was not impressed.

But I went to Earls and had a chicken quesidilla and a lime blended margarita, which make me feel better. ^_^

On my way home, I called Joyce up and got her to come with me to Michaels, but I didn't tell her why. See, in high school, Joyce had this headband that had cat ears on it, but I had it for some reason, and I broke the band. I felt really bad, and so when I was at Michaels getting the pictures she brought me back from Italy framed and noticed their extensive collection of such headbands for Hallowe'en, I knew I had to get her one. The only problem was that I couldn't choose, hence getting her to come with me. She chose one that was kinda furry. Also, she told me she'd forgotten about her old headband. I felt kinda stupid, but no longer guilty. ^_^

Hey, the kid from Kitchen Confidential is in the movie "Waiting." A little type-cast, maybe?

Anyway, it's Tuesday, so I'm gonna give up on CSI (it's being shown in very small segments amidst this casino-themed thing with this actor) and go change into something comfy and build myself a little "nest" of blankets so I can watch Gilmore Girls and House. ^_^ It's the mobster rerun of House, which I haven't seen, but Peter's told me about, and it sounds fun.

Vowel!

Finished with the Streetcar project. It's handed in and I don't want to hear another word about that play for at least the next month. The next project's coming up, though, and it's the same thing, except with a play that we don't study as a class. I think I'm going to have to do a scene from Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are Dead, but I'm not certain. We're supposed to stay 20th century, so I'm not sure what else to do without a list of reccomendations. I was thinking of maybe doing the opening scene of Death of a Salesman, but there aren't enough guys in my class for me to rope one into it, so I decided to work with my partner from Streetcar and this guy named Lester, who wants to do the R+G scene. We'll see how this all works out. I couldn't stick around after class to find out because I had to get to lesson. Oh, well, I'll find out Wednesday, or possibly in Stagecraft tomorrow.

Not much else happened today. Lesson was all right. We spent a lot of time on basics, and it went well enough that I didn't care that we didn't really work on any rep. Well, we were going to spend 15 minutes on one of the Arban's characteristic study I'd looked at, but I had to leave ten minutes early, so it was cut down to five.

My diabetic father bought two bags of pecan buns for his family of three. He does that every now and then. I think he's nuts and is going to kill us all, but I also think I'm going to go get another.

I'd Like it to Stay Sunday, Please

At Peter's. He's doing an "instance" with a group of Lurker Lounge people in WOW. Dave was playing Windwaker, but got frustrated after being captured a few too many times. I was reading Ali's blog.

My friend Ali, who I went to highschool with, keeps a blog that I don't link to from here, because it's rather depressing, and her parents are musician-type people and I'm not sure it's appropriate to broadcast her opinions of them to my music student friends. But mostly because it's depressing. And I worry about her, and Joyce worries about her, and then I worry more, and it's not good. *sigh* I wish I could win the lottery and give Ali money so that she could pay for her education and some medication she seems to desperately need.

Air Bud: Seventh Inning Fetch. Does that seem wrong to anybody else?? Oh, God, I just checked IMDb, and that's the fourth Air Bud movie of five! Five!!!! Whoever's in charge of Disney these days needs to to be killed along with all of his offspring to purge the world of such horrors.

Ugh, I need to get some work done today. The written portion of my Streetcar assignment is due tomorrow at 9 am. This will cut a large amount of time out of my prep for tomorrow's lesson, which is right after my class this week because Russ has some Symphony thing in the afternoon. Maybe I'll get to school at some ridiculously early hour tomorrow and go through my stuff. It won't be so bad, though. I have to end my lesson about ten minutes early, anyway, since I had to book a doctor's appointment for noon because I booked it on Friday, and it had to be tomorrow, so there wasn't really a lot of choice of times left. It's only at the U of A hospital, though, so it won't be cutting it too close. Stupid doctor's appointments... I hate those.

Saw Serenity on Firday. It rocked!!!!! I may just have to rent the series and watch it. Is it twisted that I kinda like the idea of the Reevers? Not in the sense that I like what they do, but just in the sense that I think they make interesting bad guys. I also rented the Family Guy moive. I guess the rumour mill from a couple of years ago was wrong--the movie wasn't about Stewie being gay. There was a lot of hinting in the movie that that was where they were going, though, so I'm not discounting the possibility. Loved the Ferris Bueller (sp?) bit, though. I've gotta see that movie again.

Anyway, procrastination over. Time to actually get down to work.