1. Winter traffic sucks. Left Campus Earls at 5:40, got home at 6:30. Had hoped to just run home quickly and change before yoga, but it started at 6:30 and I was about to run out of gas, so I didn't _actually_ get home until 6:40.
2. Some pairs of slippers do in fact have a left on and a right one. And it's remarkably uncomfortable to mix them up. Especially when one of your toes is busted.
3. Drinking orange juice, especially watery orange juice, when you have a split and bleeding lip is disgusting. I didn't know my lip was bleeding, though, so I thought at first that it was just the juice, which tells you how yicky watered-down orange juice is even all by itself.
4. Starting the weekend with money doesn't necessarily mean ending the weekend with money.
5. The upcoming federal election will end in a Liberal minority government. And that makes me unhappy with Stephen Harper and Jack Layton for bothering eveybody right now.
6. All the same, voting is only good! Vote _for_ somebody, not against somebody. If there's nobody you like, nominate your own candidate to run next time, under an existing banner or as an independant.
7. No matter traffic, white Christmases are the best. Yay, snow!
11/29/2005
Fratboys Exempt
Gah!! I finally admit that I actually like Prison Break and it does _this_! I am not happy with the having to wait until next year to find out what happens. Michael looked so hopeless... But you know what? I *heart* T-Bag. I know that's wrong on so many levels, but that characters rocks. But my point was that, since the writers/producers/whomever had this story planned out for two seasons before it was greenlighted, it is possible to find spoilers, right? Things this tense and episodic give me a rash (metaphorically speaking), so I'd like to just know what's going to happen, pleaseandthankyou.
11/28/2005
The Net
Monday is my most insane day of the week, and more or less has been since I started University. In addition to my classes, I have my lesson and rep class on Monday. Thank God I don't have Jazz Band any more to top it off. Today was all right, though. My Scene Study class, which is usually a two-hour workout to start my day, was spent largely in HUB eating watermelon gummies (well, I had two of them, anyway). Each group had booked time in SouthLab during class hours to rehearse our final project in private with the prof, and our time wasn't until the last quarter of the class, so my partner, Scott, and I went to HUB with this guy Lester, who supplied the aforementioned watermelon gummies. Lester and I were going to buy Scott a coffee to cheer him up, since his best friend had been an ass recently and cost him upwards of $300 (long story about car getting towed... twice), but Scott didn't want coffee, so we just sat around wasting time. It was nice and non-mentally-challenging, as Monday mornings should be. The rehearsal was kinda bad because we just plain disagreed with our prof on what was literally going on in our scene, but I'm still miffed at her about that review, so I don't really care.
Then I took a nap, which I hadn't planned on doing, but it was sunny and I was tired and I woke up 55 minutes before my lesson in need of lunch and not having played yet. La Pasta is wonderful and Olwyn gave me her room when there were none left, which makes her very wonderful. :-) Half of my lesson was articulation, which, while frustrating, is productive and gave me a nice long warm-up. And I have an accompaniest for my jury!!! Sylvia Shaddick-Taylor (sp?). Since both Roger and Judy are out of town for juries... *grrr* I rehearse with Sylvia tomorrow morning.
Ohohohoh!!! And I don't have to play in the instrumental excerpt for my Conducting final!!!!!! *does happy dance*
And I didn't have to play in rep class!!! *does more happy dance*
Well, actually, I'm sitting on my bed, not moving much at all, but I'm dancing on the inside.
Then I took a nap, which I hadn't planned on doing, but it was sunny and I was tired and I woke up 55 minutes before my lesson in need of lunch and not having played yet. La Pasta is wonderful and Olwyn gave me her room when there were none left, which makes her very wonderful. :-) Half of my lesson was articulation, which, while frustrating, is productive and gave me a nice long warm-up. And I have an accompaniest for my jury!!! Sylvia Shaddick-Taylor (sp?). Since both Roger and Judy are out of town for juries... *grrr* I rehearse with Sylvia tomorrow morning.
Ohohohoh!!! And I don't have to play in the instrumental excerpt for my Conducting final!!!!!! *does happy dance*
And I didn't have to play in rep class!!! *does more happy dance*
Well, actually, I'm sitting on my bed, not moving much at all, but I'm dancing on the inside.
11/27/2005
10-1 With 0:14 to the Half
And it's Sunday. I was going to go to the University and work on my Scene Study project, but my partner isn't feeling well. Says he's had a bad week. Now, I've seen him every day this week (except yesterday), and he's seemed fine, so I'm confused and kind of worried. But I didn't feel like working, either, so I'll just ask him what's up in class tomorrow.
Going to the Wind Sinfonia concert tonight. Looking forward to it, I guess. I have to go to the University first to get my observation form/assignment sheet for my Conducting assignment. At least it's Ray directing, so I'll have an idea of what the hell he's doing, unlike some of the ESO's guest conductors, where I'm left wondering which beat is symbolised by a "butterfly" gesture.
I've decided to drop in on a begginer's Ashtanga class at this place called Lion's Breath Yoga on Tuesday. I drive past in a lot (it's right by Peter's place), and I finally got around to checking out their website, and it looks pretty spiffy. I've noticed lately that the increase in the amount of exercise I've gotten since starting back up with lessons has been greatly benefcial, so some extra-curricular stuff might be even better.
So it's Grey Cup Sunday... My entire family is in front of the TV right now. And we're winning. Not quite the par-TAY affair it could be, but I think that sort of atmosphere might interrupt my dog's napping. Farley really is ridiculously cute.
Going to the Wind Sinfonia concert tonight. Looking forward to it, I guess. I have to go to the University first to get my observation form/assignment sheet for my Conducting assignment. At least it's Ray directing, so I'll have an idea of what the hell he's doing, unlike some of the ESO's guest conductors, where I'm left wondering which beat is symbolised by a "butterfly" gesture.
I've decided to drop in on a begginer's Ashtanga class at this place called Lion's Breath Yoga on Tuesday. I drive past in a lot (it's right by Peter's place), and I finally got around to checking out their website, and it looks pretty spiffy. I've noticed lately that the increase in the amount of exercise I've gotten since starting back up with lessons has been greatly benefcial, so some extra-curricular stuff might be even better.
So it's Grey Cup Sunday... My entire family is in front of the TV right now. And we're winning. Not quite the par-TAY affair it could be, but I think that sort of atmosphere might interrupt my dog's napping. Farley really is ridiculously cute.
11/25/2005
Angryday
I'm surprised at how very busy I've been lately. I mean, I know it's the end-of-term crunch and whatnot, but I haven't worked this many hours in a day since my second year. And I find it very satisfying. :-)
But I also spent a great deal of today being rather angry. I ran into my Conducting prof right after I wrote that post yesterday, and he realized that he'd taped over the video I was supposed to watch with our Unit 3 assignments. This would suck, except he decided that I didn't have to do this one, just the next one, and he'd count the mark I got on it as the mark for both of them. Woo-hoo! However, this morning, when I got to school at 7am, I was less impressed with him. We had to do a rhearsal preparation assignment. No big deal. Four excerpts from the textbook, five weeks, two rehearsals a week, high school band. The problem was the excerpts. See, Brendan, for all that he's a really good teacher, is a choral conductor. The Rufford Park Poachers movement of Lincolnshire Posy is not something I'd give to a high school band on five weeks' notice. Nor is this Aegan Festival Overture piece, which liberally uses time signatures I grumble at, such at 11/8. The pedagogy for these excerpts overshadows any quick and dirty rehearsal process. Now, for a choir, these pieces would be rather easy to both sing and conduct. Choir is just more condusive to intuitive conducting and interpretation like that. Part of the assignment was that we had to give a brief overview of each of the excerpts and note any difficulties they present for the ensemble or conductor, and for two of them, I started my description by saying that this was not an appropriate piece for the hypothetical situation. I got kind of snarky, even, when I mentioned the bass line for the Lincolnshire bit, which is a divisi part where each player plays the same note the. whole. time. Not so much as a breath mark. I finished my overview paragraph by saying that the basses would have to be left out of a great deal of the rehearsal process so that they don't die of oxygen depravation, and I suggested giving them a crossword or "one of those hip new Sudoku puzzles."
Yeah, it was early and I was annoyed.
Then came my Scene Study class at 9. Most of it went all right. We had more or less a free class to go rehearse our final project, so my partner and I went and yelled at eachother in the dungeon/pit at the bottom of the stairwell in FAB. We got a lot of work done, some good blocking especially, so we decided not to rehearse this afternoon. Glory! But we had to back to SouthLab to pick up our theatre review assignments at the end of the two hours, and I was surprised to find that my assignment had been docked marks for being late. See, I printed off a copy of it the Monday it was due and then left it on my desk at home. Oops. I had e-mailed it to myself just in case, though, but when I told my prof, she said that it was fine and to bring it on the Wednesday. We didn't have anything structured for the first hour of that class, so I could've gone and printed her off a copy. She didn't even collect them until the end of class. I argued her into conceding and upping my mark, but I was still annoyed. Plus, I just plain got a bad mark on the assignment. She told us to look at the reviews in See Magazine and the Journal to get an idea of what she wanted, but she said my review seemed too much like I was advertising the play. I didn't even say much very good about it, so I was kind of miffed. But what really got me was that she said that I didn't mention the acting enough. Now, I commented on the one guy who did a spectacular job. I said he performed his character with "remarkable fluency." She didn't know what I meant by fluency and wanted me to use another word. I meant it in more or less every way you could reasonably construe. He had the Welsh accent down, he was smooth, etc... But, really, my prof is an actor. She wanted me to talk about the acting. The acting in this play was tertiary, though. Primary was theme, secondary was tech. Very little of the play involved the characters actually talking to eachother, so there was no playing off the other actors. And anything cool the actors could have done was teched. They actually pre-recorded lines of speech and altered them so that they sounded echo-y or emphatic or whatnot, so the actors didn't have to do it on stage. It was kind of cheap. But, no, I was supposed to talk about the acting. Bah.
*pause*
Ok, rant over.
I finished off the day by taking a nap on the old, dilapidated and wonderfully comfy couch in Peter's office. I'm going to meet up with him later. He's currently drinking with his fellow historians. Oh, and the listening for the good "screaming punk" endeavour has not yet been deliverd. It's apparently sitting in his car, so I'll hopefully get it when I meet up with him on Sunday. I'm wondering if he'd like borrow my Mahavishnu Orchestra CD or something. Or maybe my electroacoustic sampler CD. ^_^ I had a nice nap in a practice room yesterday while listening to Chopin Nocturnes... Yeah, I won't lend him that one... Maybe my CD of Holst's Planets... ^_^...
But I also spent a great deal of today being rather angry. I ran into my Conducting prof right after I wrote that post yesterday, and he realized that he'd taped over the video I was supposed to watch with our Unit 3 assignments. This would suck, except he decided that I didn't have to do this one, just the next one, and he'd count the mark I got on it as the mark for both of them. Woo-hoo! However, this morning, when I got to school at 7am, I was less impressed with him. We had to do a rhearsal preparation assignment. No big deal. Four excerpts from the textbook, five weeks, two rehearsals a week, high school band. The problem was the excerpts. See, Brendan, for all that he's a really good teacher, is a choral conductor. The Rufford Park Poachers movement of Lincolnshire Posy is not something I'd give to a high school band on five weeks' notice. Nor is this Aegan Festival Overture piece, which liberally uses time signatures I grumble at, such at 11/8. The pedagogy for these excerpts overshadows any quick and dirty rehearsal process. Now, for a choir, these pieces would be rather easy to both sing and conduct. Choir is just more condusive to intuitive conducting and interpretation like that. Part of the assignment was that we had to give a brief overview of each of the excerpts and note any difficulties they present for the ensemble or conductor, and for two of them, I started my description by saying that this was not an appropriate piece for the hypothetical situation. I got kind of snarky, even, when I mentioned the bass line for the Lincolnshire bit, which is a divisi part where each player plays the same note the. whole. time. Not so much as a breath mark. I finished my overview paragraph by saying that the basses would have to be left out of a great deal of the rehearsal process so that they don't die of oxygen depravation, and I suggested giving them a crossword or "one of those hip new Sudoku puzzles."
Yeah, it was early and I was annoyed.
Then came my Scene Study class at 9. Most of it went all right. We had more or less a free class to go rehearse our final project, so my partner and I went and yelled at eachother in the dungeon/pit at the bottom of the stairwell in FAB. We got a lot of work done, some good blocking especially, so we decided not to rehearse this afternoon. Glory! But we had to back to SouthLab to pick up our theatre review assignments at the end of the two hours, and I was surprised to find that my assignment had been docked marks for being late. See, I printed off a copy of it the Monday it was due and then left it on my desk at home. Oops. I had e-mailed it to myself just in case, though, but when I told my prof, she said that it was fine and to bring it on the Wednesday. We didn't have anything structured for the first hour of that class, so I could've gone and printed her off a copy. She didn't even collect them until the end of class. I argued her into conceding and upping my mark, but I was still annoyed. Plus, I just plain got a bad mark on the assignment. She told us to look at the reviews in See Magazine and the Journal to get an idea of what she wanted, but she said my review seemed too much like I was advertising the play. I didn't even say much very good about it, so I was kind of miffed. But what really got me was that she said that I didn't mention the acting enough. Now, I commented on the one guy who did a spectacular job. I said he performed his character with "remarkable fluency." She didn't know what I meant by fluency and wanted me to use another word. I meant it in more or less every way you could reasonably construe. He had the Welsh accent down, he was smooth, etc... But, really, my prof is an actor. She wanted me to talk about the acting. The acting in this play was tertiary, though. Primary was theme, secondary was tech. Very little of the play involved the characters actually talking to eachother, so there was no playing off the other actors. And anything cool the actors could have done was teched. They actually pre-recorded lines of speech and altered them so that they sounded echo-y or emphatic or whatnot, so the actors didn't have to do it on stage. It was kind of cheap. But, no, I was supposed to talk about the acting. Bah.
*pause*
Ok, rant over.
I finished off the day by taking a nap on the old, dilapidated and wonderfully comfy couch in Peter's office. I'm going to meet up with him later. He's currently drinking with his fellow historians. Oh, and the listening for the good "screaming punk" endeavour has not yet been deliverd. It's apparently sitting in his car, so I'll hopefully get it when I meet up with him on Sunday. I'm wondering if he'd like borrow my Mahavishnu Orchestra CD or something. Or maybe my electroacoustic sampler CD. ^_^ I had a nice nap in a practice room yesterday while listening to Chopin Nocturnes... Yeah, I won't lend him that one... Maybe my CD of Holst's Planets... ^_^...
11/24/2005
Sleepless in the Zoo
In the lab at school, wondering why I got out of bed this morning. I skipped Percussion Tech to go to the library and watch the video of my conducting assignment, but my first problem was that the library wasn't open. So I ate breakfast, worked on my Scene Study stuff and even did half an hour of articulaton practice and a run-through of my jury piece. I'm less worried about that now. Then I went to the library to discover that the video hasn't been returned by the prof yet. This thing is due tomorrow! Well, actually, it was due last Friday. Well, actually, it's "due" whenever the hell we can get it to him, but he's going on a marking spree this weekend, so I figured I'd get it to him before then. And now I can't find his e-mail address to ask him when the tape will be back in the library. I suppose I could go upstairs and knock on his office door, but it's doubtful that he's there. Between this and the fact that I'm not going to my Stagecraft class, there will be very little to my day. And I'm tired. And I can't even go nap because the lownjlounge has been taken over by the Art and Design students for their Art Auction. Grrr...
11/23/2005
Do the Wednesday Dance!
I made trail mix! Six cups of it, so I can take little bags of it to school until the end of term. And since I actually made it, it doesn't have anything that I'd want to pick out. Some trail mixes have things like pine nuts and granola clusters that I don't think really work, so mine only has peanuts, almonds, raisins and M&Ms. Mmmm. :-)
So, ok, ok, I admit it. I actually like Prison Break. I can't believe they killed off Arbruzzi!!! But where the hell did T-Bag keep that blade? I only saw him pull it out of his mouth... For the record, though, the romance subplot between Michael and the doctor is still preposterous in my opinion, but the chemistry is enough to make me shut up and enjoy. ^_^
Conducting Assignment was today. I kept telling myself to practice for it, but it was just would not stay at the front of my mind. Remarkably, though, it went pretty well. My biggest problem was making sure I wasn't pulsing with my left hand throughout things like crescendi. We could choose between four excerpts, and one of the ones I didn't do was the weirdest arrangement of Shenandoah. It changed meter and the words were kind of displaced and nearly everbody who chose that one had problems with it. And that's why I don't want to focus on choral directing...
You know, I had such a busy day that I assumed I might have something to blog about. But I really don't. I have endeavoured to learn about *good* "screaming punk" music. I should be getting some listening by the end of the week. I'm especially curious as to how the drums get used. I'm so sick of "dance" drum beats...
HAHAHA!!!!
There's a story on the newscast I'm watching (I know, I know...) about how some people are trying to get 50 Cent's tour to stay out of Canada, and the anchor announced him as "Rapper Fifty cent, who I would be calling Fitty Cent if I had any edge whatsoever." ^_^ Ah, some people have a weird idea of edge...
So, ok, ok, I admit it. I actually like Prison Break. I can't believe they killed off Arbruzzi!!! But where the hell did T-Bag keep that blade? I only saw him pull it out of his mouth... For the record, though, the romance subplot between Michael and the doctor is still preposterous in my opinion, but the chemistry is enough to make me shut up and enjoy. ^_^
Conducting Assignment was today. I kept telling myself to practice for it, but it was just would not stay at the front of my mind. Remarkably, though, it went pretty well. My biggest problem was making sure I wasn't pulsing with my left hand throughout things like crescendi. We could choose between four excerpts, and one of the ones I didn't do was the weirdest arrangement of Shenandoah. It changed meter and the words were kind of displaced and nearly everbody who chose that one had problems with it. And that's why I don't want to focus on choral directing...
You know, I had such a busy day that I assumed I might have something to blog about. But I really don't. I have endeavoured to learn about *good* "screaming punk" music. I should be getting some listening by the end of the week. I'm especially curious as to how the drums get used. I'm so sick of "dance" drum beats...
HAHAHA!!!!
There's a story on the newscast I'm watching (I know, I know...) about how some people are trying to get 50 Cent's tour to stay out of Canada, and the anchor announced him as "Rapper Fifty cent, who I would be calling Fitty Cent if I had any edge whatsoever." ^_^ Ah, some people have a weird idea of edge...
11/22/2005
*squint*
I walked into my house today to discover a trial pair of contact lenses sitting in an envelope on the counter. I was very happy. But now, looking at my computer screen, I'm not so happy. They're better than my last pair, but what I'm writing is still fuzzy. Now I have to go back to the optometrist and get another solution sorted out. *sigh*
Today was busy. I skipped Percussion Tech, even though I told myself I was going to go. But, in all fairness, I told myself that before I remembered that my lesson had been rescheduled to 9:30 this morning. So I went and warmed up and practiced my jury piece. I'm kinda worried about that. I've never been this unprepared two weeks before a jury. I don't even have an accompaniest. Russ was going to arrange Judy for all the trumpet players who wanted it, but she's out of town during juries. My lesson was 40 minutes of articulation. Russ even gave me a serious order to spend an hour a day on articulation. See, he was discussing Wynton Marsalis' warm-up routine with someone recently, and Wynton, because he's Wynton and can actually afford the time and energy to do this, spends 45 minutes a day on the syllable "ka." And now Russ' students all get tech orders that just don't go with the crunch of jury season. And, yes, for the record, I lack any speck of commitment and pride in my work. I have these unreasonable ideas of priorities and making "at least four hours of sleep per night" a big one.
Or maybe some people are workaholics and gluttons for punishment and I think they're crazy.
So after lesson, I worked on this costume design project for my Stagecraft and Design course. I wound up having to go to Varsity to buy blank paper, scissors and pencil crayons. And a 3-pack of Lindt chocolates. ^_^ And because I had bought more than $10 in stationary, I got a free Coke. That made no sense to me, but yay free Coke! So I ate my quasi-lunch and worked until Wind Ensemble. Then I skipped the first 35 minutes of my Stagecraft course to finish the project. That class sucks. Thank God it's over in two weeks.
I met with my Scene Study partner after that to work on our final scene project for the term. I was surprised to find out that he had chosen the scene we're doing as an acting exercise for both of us. But lots of good work was done, so hopefully this won't be too painful. Then I met Peter for an early dinner at Earls. Mmm, cheeseburger. :-) And now I'm watching Gilmore Girls, which I thought was going to be a rerun, but turned out not to be, which was a nice surprise. :-)
Today was busy. I skipped Percussion Tech, even though I told myself I was going to go. But, in all fairness, I told myself that before I remembered that my lesson had been rescheduled to 9:30 this morning. So I went and warmed up and practiced my jury piece. I'm kinda worried about that. I've never been this unprepared two weeks before a jury. I don't even have an accompaniest. Russ was going to arrange Judy for all the trumpet players who wanted it, but she's out of town during juries. My lesson was 40 minutes of articulation. Russ even gave me a serious order to spend an hour a day on articulation. See, he was discussing Wynton Marsalis' warm-up routine with someone recently, and Wynton, because he's Wynton and can actually afford the time and energy to do this, spends 45 minutes a day on the syllable "ka." And now Russ' students all get tech orders that just don't go with the crunch of jury season. And, yes, for the record, I lack any speck of commitment and pride in my work. I have these unreasonable ideas of priorities and making "at least four hours of sleep per night" a big one.
Or maybe some people are workaholics and gluttons for punishment and I think they're crazy.
So after lesson, I worked on this costume design project for my Stagecraft and Design course. I wound up having to go to Varsity to buy blank paper, scissors and pencil crayons. And a 3-pack of Lindt chocolates. ^_^ And because I had bought more than $10 in stationary, I got a free Coke. That made no sense to me, but yay free Coke! So I ate my quasi-lunch and worked until Wind Ensemble. Then I skipped the first 35 minutes of my Stagecraft course to finish the project. That class sucks. Thank God it's over in two weeks.
I met with my Scene Study partner after that to work on our final scene project for the term. I was surprised to find out that he had chosen the scene we're doing as an acting exercise for both of us. But lots of good work was done, so hopefully this won't be too painful. Then I met Peter for an early dinner at Earls. Mmm, cheeseburger. :-) And now I'm watching Gilmore Girls, which I thought was going to be a rerun, but turned out not to be, which was a nice surprise. :-)
11/19/2005
The Morning After the Night Before (Subtitle: I Think They Renamed Dennis Creevey as Nigel)
Ugh.
Saturday morning hangover. Figuratively speaking. Saw a late showing of Goblet of Fire last night, which I actually quite liked, but it ended rather late and I crashed unpleasantly and woke up only to my mom coming in to announce she had a lot of work to do at 12:30. I dislike sleeping past noon--it throws off my sleeping pattern too much and tends to give me a headache, as today. Now my mom is in the back yard angrily doing work and yelling at my dad to help her. I escaped to my room. You know, I might have helped her if she had asked me yesterday or something, and I could have been ready for it, and that way she wouldn't have gotten frustrated at working by herself and wouldn't have yelled at my dad and I to help her.
Ugh.
I would go to West Ed to see if they have my size of these boots I like, but Peter has my car. I wasn't so much with the driving last night, so he dropped me off and took my car. It should be happily sitting in the parking lot outside of Second Cup right now, so I can't even ask him to drive it over. And like hell am I going to be able to get a ride from my parents anytime soon.
I should stop being so negative. Blech.
So, yeah, good news. I liked Goblet of fire. They cut out a whole bunch of course. No Bagman, no Percy, no Winky or Dobby, no SPEW, not really even any class except for the one where Moody shows them the Unforgivable Curses. The movie was more or less exclusively about the Three Tasks, and while I think they shouldn't have drawn out the First Task like they did, and instead used the time on transition and location shots (some scene changes were a little jerky), it was well handled. Ralph Fiennes kicked ass as Voldemort. He had this way of standing... There was a bit of a heavy-handed scene in which Snape was supervising the library and kept hitting Ron and Harry in the head, but I was enjoying myself enough that I didn't care. Not much Snape at all in the movie, come to think of it. I don't know why they changed Professor Flitwick's hair. He looked so much better in the first movie. Now he looks like a miniature Hitler. Oh, but I *heart* Fred and George!! This movie actually used them!! Although no mention of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Oh, well. But they did cut things very well. The lack of Winky and Dobby was made up for quite well by using Neville for the Second Task Gillyweed and a new addition to the scene of Frank's murder, which confused most people in the theatre at first, but worked very well. Excellent casting choice there, too, I'd say.
And now I've rambled happily for long enough. :-)
Saturday morning hangover. Figuratively speaking. Saw a late showing of Goblet of Fire last night, which I actually quite liked, but it ended rather late and I crashed unpleasantly and woke up only to my mom coming in to announce she had a lot of work to do at 12:30. I dislike sleeping past noon--it throws off my sleeping pattern too much and tends to give me a headache, as today. Now my mom is in the back yard angrily doing work and yelling at my dad to help her. I escaped to my room. You know, I might have helped her if she had asked me yesterday or something, and I could have been ready for it, and that way she wouldn't have gotten frustrated at working by herself and wouldn't have yelled at my dad and I to help her.
Ugh.
I would go to West Ed to see if they have my size of these boots I like, but Peter has my car. I wasn't so much with the driving last night, so he dropped me off and took my car. It should be happily sitting in the parking lot outside of Second Cup right now, so I can't even ask him to drive it over. And like hell am I going to be able to get a ride from my parents anytime soon.
I should stop being so negative. Blech.
So, yeah, good news. I liked Goblet of fire. They cut out a whole bunch of course. No Bagman, no Percy, no Winky or Dobby, no SPEW, not really even any class except for the one where Moody shows them the Unforgivable Curses. The movie was more or less exclusively about the Three Tasks, and while I think they shouldn't have drawn out the First Task like they did, and instead used the time on transition and location shots (some scene changes were a little jerky), it was well handled. Ralph Fiennes kicked ass as Voldemort. He had this way of standing... There was a bit of a heavy-handed scene in which Snape was supervising the library and kept hitting Ron and Harry in the head, but I was enjoying myself enough that I didn't care. Not much Snape at all in the movie, come to think of it. I don't know why they changed Professor Flitwick's hair. He looked so much better in the first movie. Now he looks like a miniature Hitler. Oh, but I *heart* Fred and George!! This movie actually used them!! Although no mention of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Oh, well. But they did cut things very well. The lack of Winky and Dobby was made up for quite well by using Neville for the Second Task Gillyweed and a new addition to the scene of Frank's murder, which confused most people in the theatre at first, but worked very well. Excellent casting choice there, too, I'd say.
And now I've rambled happily for long enough. :-)
11/18/2005
Dedicated to Colbert
I'm at Joyce's house and I'm having a difficult time finding a comfortable way of sitting and typing that doesn't involve good posture. Joyce is taking a shower and suggested that I write in my blog. So here I am.
It is a blustery Friday, but warm (10 degrees!), and my one class of the day so far has been rather nice. And in an hour and a half, I have lunch with Jenilee, which is also nice. Nice all around.
Ummm, yeah...
Saw Balm in Gilead last night. Abbedam student production. I liked it. Lots of people I know were involved. Prostitues, drug addicts/pushers and an all-night diner. This the evening after The Gateway published an article about how people should go to the theatre to get some class. When was the last time she looked at a Drama notice board? Even if she missed the posters promoting the student packages that offer pizza and beer at intermission, she should certainly at least notice the running theme of classlessness in the plays being produced. And just when I was starting to appreciate the lack of pretention among theatre goers...
Even the last production of Richard III done in Edmonton had promotional posters depicting Godzilla running around Tokyo~!
Ok, I'm done now...
It is a blustery Friday, but warm (10 degrees!), and my one class of the day so far has been rather nice. And in an hour and a half, I have lunch with Jenilee, which is also nice. Nice all around.
Ummm, yeah...
Saw Balm in Gilead last night. Abbedam student production. I liked it. Lots of people I know were involved. Prostitues, drug addicts/pushers and an all-night diner. This the evening after The Gateway published an article about how people should go to the theatre to get some class. When was the last time she looked at a Drama notice board? Even if she missed the posters promoting the student packages that offer pizza and beer at intermission, she should certainly at least notice the running theme of classlessness in the plays being produced. And just when I was starting to appreciate the lack of pretention among theatre goers...
Even the last production of Richard III done in Edmonton had promotional posters depicting Godzilla running around Tokyo~!
Ok, I'm done now...
11/17/2005
Drama 279 is Evil
Not quite 8:30 on Thursday. Yeah, no Percussion Tech for me this morning... I woke up my computer so that I could find something about my stagecraft final project on WebCT, but that entire course just seems to be designed to frustrate me. I've decided I'm going to go today, anyways, though. We're supposedly going to be talking about costume design. I'll bring something to read...
I get to see my optometrist in an hour and a half! Then I'll hopefully get some contact lenses that make my vision better! I've given up on my toric lenses. They're just not working for me. My old glasses whose perscription I haven't changed in about three years are better than my toric lenses. So I'm gonna get some contact lenses that correct only my myopia, hopefully a very non-drying kind, and then glasses that correct my actually quite mild astigmatism to wear when I need to. But I need to check this with my optometrist first. And I need him to order the contact lenses. Nobody stocks my perscription. Bah.
My brain is not yet awake. It's recovering. It had a malfunction of some kind yesterday afternoon, and so I've been sleeping a lot. I slept for three hours yesterday evening, and then eight more last night. While this was indeed rather relaxing, it makes it more difficult to get up and get going. Oh, well. For now I'm quite happy to be wrapped in my quilt, surfing the net. :-)
Hey, anybody know when we get that $400 kickback from the province? I thought it was supposed to be this month sometime...
I get to see my optometrist in an hour and a half! Then I'll hopefully get some contact lenses that make my vision better! I've given up on my toric lenses. They're just not working for me. My old glasses whose perscription I haven't changed in about three years are better than my toric lenses. So I'm gonna get some contact lenses that correct only my myopia, hopefully a very non-drying kind, and then glasses that correct my actually quite mild astigmatism to wear when I need to. But I need to check this with my optometrist first. And I need him to order the contact lenses. Nobody stocks my perscription. Bah.
My brain is not yet awake. It's recovering. It had a malfunction of some kind yesterday afternoon, and so I've been sleeping a lot. I slept for three hours yesterday evening, and then eight more last night. While this was indeed rather relaxing, it makes it more difficult to get up and get going. Oh, well. For now I'm quite happy to be wrapped in my quilt, surfing the net. :-)
Hey, anybody know when we get that $400 kickback from the province? I thought it was supposed to be this month sometime...
11/14/2005
New Post!
And a good Monday to you all. I've just discovered that my left pinky hurts, so maybe this won't be quite the long, rambling post it could be. Shucks.
Sadly, the extra-long weekend came to an end, and the week had the gaul to start with Monday, the worst of all days. Surprisingly, I got through it just fine. My lesson didn't phase me. Well, I mean I worked and we got stuff accomplished, but it didn't freak me out like it sometimes does. I voluntarily played in rep class. Conducting was a bit of a gong show, but I wasn't one of the people really involved. I was explaining the difference between a gong and a tam tam to Peter the other day. Technically speaking, it's pretty simple, but the classic "gong" sound is really most often a tam tam, so it's confusing to actually listen to.
Oh, good lord. The new Telus commercial for their tv cell phones with the rabbits is ridiculously cute. I don't know if rabbits are actually capable of covering their eyes with their ears, but that shot was insane. I enjoy cute, but I know objectively that that is just so saccarine that the "awww!" runs headlong into the "yikes!" and all I manage to make is a small choking sound.
I had a Music Student Moment today. I got in the car to go home and U2's "Verigo" was playing on the radio. I turned it off right away to make a phone call, but I had the weird impression that the bit of the chorus I'd heard was a remix. And as I thought about it, I realised that the bass line was a stock arpeggiating bass line, which isn't what the song uses (I'm not gonna try to describe what the bass line actually does in written English). It briefly occured to me that I didn't really care to know that much about a bad U2 song, but I was quickly distracted by the discovery that if I try to make two of my power windows close while they're closed, my headlights dim. A person in the house I was in front of actually peered out at me.
Show of hands: Whose dad talks to the televised football/hockey/curling/extreme knitting game? My dad knows all about football, you know. He actually has an old football injury. He did something to his knee in highschool and had to have surgery. It became the thing to complain about when it was no longer reasonable to expect that his hip would hurt after it was replaced.
I have a confession: I'm actually quite excited about Christmas. I know it's still a ways away, but now that Rememberance Day is over, I don't feel so guilty about browsing through the ornaments in the Bay. ^_^ I enjoy shopping for Chirstmas gifts during the rush, I enjoy fussing over hors d'oeuvres before an eggnog and rum gathering (though I don't like eggnog, but you get what I mean), and I even enjoy the large amounts of snow. The only thing I don't like about Christmas is that there are never enough people around. Christmas morning is always just my parents and I. And my dog. One or both of my siblings come over later in the day, but it's just hard to be festive when the only thing that's going on is your parents looking at you expectantly to make sure everything is going well. I would love to wake up to a place full of a dozen or two people, and we could all chat and have cranberry pancakes and open gifts without requiring formalities worthy of an initiation into a cult. I think it would have kicked ass if Andy and Shelly had done a joint Christmas morning this year, and I could attend that. But Andy and Shelly broke up last weekend and I do still live with my parents, who do actually have the best of intentions.
Ok, so I guess my pinky sucked it up, because this was in fact quite a long post. Brave little pinky. I think I may shed a tear. And y'all think I'm kidding...
Sadly, the extra-long weekend came to an end, and the week had the gaul to start with Monday, the worst of all days. Surprisingly, I got through it just fine. My lesson didn't phase me. Well, I mean I worked and we got stuff accomplished, but it didn't freak me out like it sometimes does. I voluntarily played in rep class. Conducting was a bit of a gong show, but I wasn't one of the people really involved. I was explaining the difference between a gong and a tam tam to Peter the other day. Technically speaking, it's pretty simple, but the classic "gong" sound is really most often a tam tam, so it's confusing to actually listen to.
Oh, good lord. The new Telus commercial for their tv cell phones with the rabbits is ridiculously cute. I don't know if rabbits are actually capable of covering their eyes with their ears, but that shot was insane. I enjoy cute, but I know objectively that that is just so saccarine that the "awww!" runs headlong into the "yikes!" and all I manage to make is a small choking sound.
I had a Music Student Moment today. I got in the car to go home and U2's "Verigo" was playing on the radio. I turned it off right away to make a phone call, but I had the weird impression that the bit of the chorus I'd heard was a remix. And as I thought about it, I realised that the bass line was a stock arpeggiating bass line, which isn't what the song uses (I'm not gonna try to describe what the bass line actually does in written English). It briefly occured to me that I didn't really care to know that much about a bad U2 song, but I was quickly distracted by the discovery that if I try to make two of my power windows close while they're closed, my headlights dim. A person in the house I was in front of actually peered out at me.
Show of hands: Whose dad talks to the televised football/hockey/curling/extreme knitting game? My dad knows all about football, you know. He actually has an old football injury. He did something to his knee in highschool and had to have surgery. It became the thing to complain about when it was no longer reasonable to expect that his hip would hurt after it was replaced.
I have a confession: I'm actually quite excited about Christmas. I know it's still a ways away, but now that Rememberance Day is over, I don't feel so guilty about browsing through the ornaments in the Bay. ^_^ I enjoy shopping for Chirstmas gifts during the rush, I enjoy fussing over hors d'oeuvres before an eggnog and rum gathering (though I don't like eggnog, but you get what I mean), and I even enjoy the large amounts of snow. The only thing I don't like about Christmas is that there are never enough people around. Christmas morning is always just my parents and I. And my dog. One or both of my siblings come over later in the day, but it's just hard to be festive when the only thing that's going on is your parents looking at you expectantly to make sure everything is going well. I would love to wake up to a place full of a dozen or two people, and we could all chat and have cranberry pancakes and open gifts without requiring formalities worthy of an initiation into a cult. I think it would have kicked ass if Andy and Shelly had done a joint Christmas morning this year, and I could attend that. But Andy and Shelly broke up last weekend and I do still live with my parents, who do actually have the best of intentions.
Ok, so I guess my pinky sucked it up, because this was in fact quite a long post. Brave little pinky. I think I may shed a tear. And y'all think I'm kidding...
11/12/2005
Mmmmojito
It figures. The moment I go from casually surfing the internet to actually writing in my blog, my dog appears wanting immediate attention. He's like a cat or something...
So last I night I finally went and saw Frozen, a play at the Citadel. My review for my Scene Study class is due on Monday, so I really did have to see _something_ and this one looked interesting. I had to pay full (student) price for the ticket, though, because when I called yesterday afternoon, they said they only had 10 seats left and so my chances of getting a rush ticket didn't look that good.
The play was so-so. It was about a guy who raped and murdered 7 girls over 21 years (and was caught trying to get number 8), the mother of one of the girls he killed, and a psychiatrist researching whether or not people with brain damage can be held responsible for their crimes. The actor who played the rapist did an excellent Welch accent. They had a dialect specialist working with the actors. The story was kind of lacking in thematic support, though. The mother went through an interesting journey to forgiving the rapist, and the rapist had neat ways of acknowledging what he'd done that kept him from being remorseful, but the psychiatrist, who was supposed to really carry the theme of the play, just didn't have enough to work with. There was a great deal of evidence that the abuse the rapist had suffered as a child had caused brain damage, and that this was the case with many violent offenders, but no explanation was given for the crime he chose. His dad beat him, so he raped and murdered 10-year-old girls. If you ask me, having the capacity to choose the crime means you have the capacity to stop yourself. There was too much focus on the neurological aspects rather than the psychological. Plus, the psychiatrist is supposed to be a foil for the rapist. While the rapist supposedly did what he did because he couldn't help himself, the psychiatrist slept with her colleague, a married man, two days before he died in a freak car accident. Since she knew what she was doing, hers was a crime of evil. I'm not sure whether this is supposed to reinforce the notion that the rapist is innocent or whether it's supposed to make us realize at the last moment that the psychiatrist's moral compass is fucked up and she shouldn't be trusted to judge this sort of thing. Bah.
In other news, my dad is making roast chicken tonight and my brother and Peter are coming over. You know, before my dad's hip replacement, he used to be almost scared of asking Chris and Lindsay to spend time with him, but since Chris spent so much time "babysitting" dad after his surgery, my parents do this family dinner thing a lot. Now, I like my brother just fine, quite a bit, actually, but I hate family dinners. With a firey, firey passion. So tense, so formal, and so all about the food. Gah. If my mom asks Chris how his love life is, I may drown myself in my gravy. If there isn't gravy, either because there was none made or because Chris drank it all, then I'll improvise. I'm flexible that way.
Until then, though, I think I'll read a magazine and pretend that I'm in Jamaica or Aruba or someplace else sunny, sandy and with an endless supply of _real_ mojitos. The kind made with fresh mint leaves and ground sugar cane. Oh, yes...
So last I night I finally went and saw Frozen, a play at the Citadel. My review for my Scene Study class is due on Monday, so I really did have to see _something_ and this one looked interesting. I had to pay full (student) price for the ticket, though, because when I called yesterday afternoon, they said they only had 10 seats left and so my chances of getting a rush ticket didn't look that good.
The play was so-so. It was about a guy who raped and murdered 7 girls over 21 years (and was caught trying to get number 8), the mother of one of the girls he killed, and a psychiatrist researching whether or not people with brain damage can be held responsible for their crimes. The actor who played the rapist did an excellent Welch accent. They had a dialect specialist working with the actors. The story was kind of lacking in thematic support, though. The mother went through an interesting journey to forgiving the rapist, and the rapist had neat ways of acknowledging what he'd done that kept him from being remorseful, but the psychiatrist, who was supposed to really carry the theme of the play, just didn't have enough to work with. There was a great deal of evidence that the abuse the rapist had suffered as a child had caused brain damage, and that this was the case with many violent offenders, but no explanation was given for the crime he chose. His dad beat him, so he raped and murdered 10-year-old girls. If you ask me, having the capacity to choose the crime means you have the capacity to stop yourself. There was too much focus on the neurological aspects rather than the psychological. Plus, the psychiatrist is supposed to be a foil for the rapist. While the rapist supposedly did what he did because he couldn't help himself, the psychiatrist slept with her colleague, a married man, two days before he died in a freak car accident. Since she knew what she was doing, hers was a crime of evil. I'm not sure whether this is supposed to reinforce the notion that the rapist is innocent or whether it's supposed to make us realize at the last moment that the psychiatrist's moral compass is fucked up and she shouldn't be trusted to judge this sort of thing. Bah.
In other news, my dad is making roast chicken tonight and my brother and Peter are coming over. You know, before my dad's hip replacement, he used to be almost scared of asking Chris and Lindsay to spend time with him, but since Chris spent so much time "babysitting" dad after his surgery, my parents do this family dinner thing a lot. Now, I like my brother just fine, quite a bit, actually, but I hate family dinners. With a firey, firey passion. So tense, so formal, and so all about the food. Gah. If my mom asks Chris how his love life is, I may drown myself in my gravy. If there isn't gravy, either because there was none made or because Chris drank it all, then I'll improvise. I'm flexible that way.
Until then, though, I think I'll read a magazine and pretend that I'm in Jamaica or Aruba or someplace else sunny, sandy and with an endless supply of _real_ mojitos. The kind made with fresh mint leaves and ground sugar cane. Oh, yes...
11/09/2005
Why Doesn't the Moon Spin as it Orbits?
I have just eaten an Oreo, and that makes me happy. :-) I also have a virtually obligation-free extra-long weekend ahead of me, and that makes me happy, too. :-)
So first we've had a quick succession of several natural disasters, and now we've got a new French Revolution. We're going to hell in a handbasket! ^_^ When I was, like, 12, I found it intriguing that the expression "May you live in interesting times" was a curse. Oh, hey, and western chain hotels in Amman, Jordan were bombed. I shouldn't watch the news while blogging. I've said that before, too.
So I was 20 minutes late for Wind Ensemble yesterday because I _had_ to finish this assignment for the class I had right after, which I felt really bad about, but as I got there, rehearsal was just letting out. Apparently, Dr. Street had just given a speech. And it doesn't even seem to have been a "get your shit together" speech. The concert on Saturday actually went pretty well. Well, Sinfonietta wasn't perfect, but that piece aggrivates me, so I don't care. ^_^
I wonder what it'd be like to work in a think tank. I think I'd like to try it. I'd also like to be a hairdresser, a London cab driver and an alchemist.
Okay, I've just deleted two attempts at writing about people's complaints about light sentences. Again with the not watching the news while blogging. So I'm going to stop blogging now. Happy Suicide Prevention Weekend!
So first we've had a quick succession of several natural disasters, and now we've got a new French Revolution. We're going to hell in a handbasket! ^_^ When I was, like, 12, I found it intriguing that the expression "May you live in interesting times" was a curse. Oh, hey, and western chain hotels in Amman, Jordan were bombed. I shouldn't watch the news while blogging. I've said that before, too.
So I was 20 minutes late for Wind Ensemble yesterday because I _had_ to finish this assignment for the class I had right after, which I felt really bad about, but as I got there, rehearsal was just letting out. Apparently, Dr. Street had just given a speech. And it doesn't even seem to have been a "get your shit together" speech. The concert on Saturday actually went pretty well. Well, Sinfonietta wasn't perfect, but that piece aggrivates me, so I don't care. ^_^
I wonder what it'd be like to work in a think tank. I think I'd like to try it. I'd also like to be a hairdresser, a London cab driver and an alchemist.
Okay, I've just deleted two attempts at writing about people's complaints about light sentences. Again with the not watching the news while blogging. So I'm going to stop blogging now. Happy Suicide Prevention Weekend!
11/08/2005
Your Child is in a Room
Your child is in a room with many doors. These doors lead to other rooms with yet more doors, which themselves lead to other rooms with more doors in infinite possibilty. These door do not lock. Anybody can open and close these doors. Initially, you will take your child through many of these doors yourself. As time goes by, your child will begin to enter new rooms alone or with others. There is no way to completely control your child's journey through these rooms. Now get over yourself and stop fretting over what age is appropriate for a girl to begin to wear makeup.
In other news, I'm stil sick as a dog. I also still have marks from the sunburn I got at Heritage Days in August. I'm very much looking forward to having Thursday and Friday off. My dog got a haircut and looks particularly ridiculous. I *heart* Gilmore Girls. Three cheers for the return of Jess! Will touch on less interesting events later.
In other news, I'm stil sick as a dog. I also still have marks from the sunburn I got at Heritage Days in August. I'm very much looking forward to having Thursday and Friday off. My dog got a haircut and looks particularly ridiculous. I *heart* Gilmore Girls. Three cheers for the return of Jess! Will touch on less interesting events later.
11/06/2005
Good Lord
I just have to express my unimpressedness at these commercials I've just seen on the Food Network. They're for a new brand of wine called "Naked Grape." Now, without even going into how that can be wrong in terms of wine making, would you look at a selection of wines and say "Oh, 'Naked Grape,' that sounds like a quality wine." No! You'd say "Let's be 'high class' frat boys tonight!" And that's just not that large of a demographic in the world of wine consumers.
ETA: Yes, I am a wine snob. For some aspects of this, I apologize. For this aspect, I do not.
ETA: Yes, I am a wine snob. For some aspects of this, I apologize. For this aspect, I do not.
11/04/2005
And I Say to Myself... *cough* *hack* *choke*
So I'm in my pyjama pants and my fleece hoodie (because it's nicer than my night shirt), and I'm wrapped in the white chenille blanket that reminds me of a bunch of grains of arborio rice. In addition to my feeling like crap all week, which I hope is just exhaustion (my doctor suggested that it might be that simple, which is nice because I'm sick of having blood work done every six months), I also have a cold or mild flu. I coughing crap up, I ache and my stomach dislikes me. This has not been a pleasant week.
Went and saw the ESO rehearsal with Byron Stripling on trumpet and voice and Jeff Tyzik, who is also a trumpet player, guest conducting this morning. Being a big black guy, Byron can sing pretty well, and he was apparently born with chops of steel. He told us that in his first year of university he was conscripted into playing lead in one of his prof's professional big bands. The Grant Mac kids were there, many of whom I totally don't know, and they rehearsed Sweet Georgia Brown. I giggled.
We got to talk with Byron after the rehearsal, and he talked about selling yourself as a professional musician. It was a kind of neat talk, I guess, but the guest conductor kept taking over and talking ad nauseum about stuff that Byron had just said. I decided that he was a putz, and had therefore failed in selling himself to me.
And, of course, What a Wonderful World is on the program. Yay pops concerts!
I'm looking at Dave's spiffy black 4G iPod nano here, and while it does indeed rock, I have decided I would not buy one. I want an iPod that can hold 10G of music and fit into a credit card slot in your wallet. The nano is more or less there in terms of width, but its other proportions are all wrong. Thus, I don't actually want one. Plus, I'd need one that could use an FM transmitter, which the nano can currently not.
But here I am talking like I might actually have the money to spend on a nano, and like I don't already have a perfectly good iPod at home. Well, actually, it's in the car, and it needs to be charged, but it works! No water-related accidents for me!
I can feel the Advil I took a couple of minutes ago kicking in. It makes me happy... :-)
I feel like having some comments to read this weekend, so I'm gonna ask you guys a question. How often do you get sick? And what do you usually get sick with? I have a cousin who gets a chest infection every spring. It's the weirdest thing.
Went and saw the ESO rehearsal with Byron Stripling on trumpet and voice and Jeff Tyzik, who is also a trumpet player, guest conducting this morning. Being a big black guy, Byron can sing pretty well, and he was apparently born with chops of steel. He told us that in his first year of university he was conscripted into playing lead in one of his prof's professional big bands. The Grant Mac kids were there, many of whom I totally don't know, and they rehearsed Sweet Georgia Brown. I giggled.
We got to talk with Byron after the rehearsal, and he talked about selling yourself as a professional musician. It was a kind of neat talk, I guess, but the guest conductor kept taking over and talking ad nauseum about stuff that Byron had just said. I decided that he was a putz, and had therefore failed in selling himself to me.
And, of course, What a Wonderful World is on the program. Yay pops concerts!
I'm looking at Dave's spiffy black 4G iPod nano here, and while it does indeed rock, I have decided I would not buy one. I want an iPod that can hold 10G of music and fit into a credit card slot in your wallet. The nano is more or less there in terms of width, but its other proportions are all wrong. Thus, I don't actually want one. Plus, I'd need one that could use an FM transmitter, which the nano can currently not.
But here I am talking like I might actually have the money to spend on a nano, and like I don't already have a perfectly good iPod at home. Well, actually, it's in the car, and it needs to be charged, but it works! No water-related accidents for me!
I can feel the Advil I took a couple of minutes ago kicking in. It makes me happy... :-)
I feel like having some comments to read this weekend, so I'm gonna ask you guys a question. How often do you get sick? And what do you usually get sick with? I have a cousin who gets a chest infection every spring. It's the weirdest thing.
11/03/2005
I Feel... Like Crap
Ugh. I've spent most of the day asleep. I went to bed at 10 yesterday and set my alarm for 7, but didn't even try to get up when it went off. I wound up dragging myself out of bed after a while, though, and headed to the pharmacy, because when I filled a perscription last night, they gave me the wrong medication. The stuff they gave me is apparently for stomach cramps, and, while I wouldn't mind something to calm down my stomach, as it has been rather unhappy as of late, it is not what I was perscribed. I think it was a pharmacy student who did it. Oh, well. They refunded what I'd payed and didn't charge me for the stuff I was supposed to have, which surprised me, but was nice, I guess. It was a whole six bucks or something, but still...
I got myself to school around 11:10. I was hoping to be able to finish this project that was due in my Stagecraft class, but I felt way too horrible, so I e-mailed my prof and then set myself to finding Dr. Street to tell him I couldn't come to rehearsal. I couldn't find him or Sara, who I was hoping to get to sub for me, but I did get Katie to tell Dr. Street that I couldn't be there.
Since there were maids at my house doing unthinkable things like vaccuuming, I went to Peter's house to crash. I slept from noon to five-ish. Now I'm trying to gather the energy to go home. I'm also trying to decide what to do tomorrow. I have class from 9-11, but I'm also kind of supposed to go to this ESO rehearsal with this jazz trumpet player named Byron something at 10. I also have a doctor's appointment in Mill Woods at 11:30, which means that I'll have to leave the Winspear probably before the rehearsal ends, if I go. At least Conducting class is cancelled so that Brendan can go to this Music Educator's Conference, which means I can try to push my doctor's appointment back by an hour. I'll have to cancel lunch with Jenilee, though. Or, I could tell my Scene Study prof that I'm at this rehearsal, tell Al and Russ that I'm in class and just sleep in. Glorious, glorious sleep...
Rgardless, I _do_ have to go to the Wind Ensemble dress rehearsal tomorrow, even if we can't have Con Hall. I think I actually have people coming to this concert, too...
I got myself to school around 11:10. I was hoping to be able to finish this project that was due in my Stagecraft class, but I felt way too horrible, so I e-mailed my prof and then set myself to finding Dr. Street to tell him I couldn't come to rehearsal. I couldn't find him or Sara, who I was hoping to get to sub for me, but I did get Katie to tell Dr. Street that I couldn't be there.
Since there were maids at my house doing unthinkable things like vaccuuming, I went to Peter's house to crash. I slept from noon to five-ish. Now I'm trying to gather the energy to go home. I'm also trying to decide what to do tomorrow. I have class from 9-11, but I'm also kind of supposed to go to this ESO rehearsal with this jazz trumpet player named Byron something at 10. I also have a doctor's appointment in Mill Woods at 11:30, which means that I'll have to leave the Winspear probably before the rehearsal ends, if I go. At least Conducting class is cancelled so that Brendan can go to this Music Educator's Conference, which means I can try to push my doctor's appointment back by an hour. I'll have to cancel lunch with Jenilee, though. Or, I could tell my Scene Study prof that I'm at this rehearsal, tell Al and Russ that I'm in class and just sleep in. Glorious, glorious sleep...
Rgardless, I _do_ have to go to the Wind Ensemble dress rehearsal tomorrow, even if we can't have Con Hall. I think I actually have people coming to this concert, too...
11/01/2005
Blech
I got all of the pictures for that thing on Jo's blog, but I've having problems getting the post to look right. It puts the pictures where I didn't tell them to, won't let me add text... It's being a pain in the ass, more or less. I might post each picutre individually, but for right now, I'm curled up on the couch feeling blicky and trying to pretend that the rest of the world doesn't want me to get up and be productive. I had the written portion of my Percussion Tech midterm this morning, which went fine, but there weren't any school-related questions like on past exams. I was out of there by 8:30, and now I'm hiding at home until Wind Ensemble, which I _have_ to go to because we have a concert on Saturday. Yay...
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