Kind of bored. I spent far too much time this weekend playing WoW. Tried to call Joyce to catch up, be she wasn't in. I should be looking for a piece to write my 281 paper on, but... later. I should also be looking for a poem to read in my speech class, but... later for that, too. I guess I don't really get to complain about being bored if there are things I could do that I just choose not to do. Oh, well. I don't particularly want to complain, either.
And now that I've sat here kind of blankly for the past five or so minutes, I'm going to conclude that I have nothing to say, really, except maybe "blah."
1/29/2006
1/26/2006
Things Concerning This Week
Apple Martinis, or appletinis, are yummy.
Transposition and arranging are easy enough, but writing scores neatly is a pain in the ass.
People who live in glass houses should always wear something.
Having your car in the shop is bloody inconvenient.
Macaroni and cheese can in fact be eaten with your fingers while driving, so long as it's rush hour.
First year Drama students can't read cold worth shit.
Block 1912 still makes the best berry pie in the world.
Transposition and arranging are easy enough, but writing scores neatly is a pain in the ass.
People who live in glass houses should always wear something.
Having your car in the shop is bloody inconvenient.
Macaroni and cheese can in fact be eaten with your fingers while driving, so long as it's rush hour.
First year Drama students can't read cold worth shit.
Block 1912 still makes the best berry pie in the world.
1/23/2006
t_t
Don Cherry is commenting on CBC, and there is no 7 second delay. I... don't know what else to say.
Groucho Marx Moment
This was me while I was waiting for my dair dye to set last night. You can't really tell in the picture, but the black had kind of a purple-ish tinge to it. The colour was called "Espresso Shot." It was that new-ish Loreal Colour Mousse stuff, which is only supposed to last 8-10 washes, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised when it didn't actually come out dark brown.
Yeah, this isn't even brown. It's just a slightly darker blonde. Jenilee was the only person who even noticed I'd done anything to it. *sigh* Maybe next time I'll have to use a permanent dye...
In other news, I hope you all voted! My 281 prof started off the lecture by saying "Medieval monks couldn't, but you can" in reference to voting. Then he said "Medieval monks can, and so can you" and he made us sing. But, anyways, the polls are still open for another 35 minutes if you haven't voted yet. Go! Now!
1/21/2006
Spiffy Saturday
I've had a very productive day so far, and I am very happy about it. I got my galsses lenses replaced, so they now have the correct coating and don't look foggy anymore. I also _finally_ went out and bought some printer iron-on transfers for dark fabric, so I can make my Machiavelli t-shirt as soon as I wash the shirt I plan to use. I got my watch adjusted, so it doesn't slide around my wrist anymore. And, last but not least, I bought a pair of jeans that I *heart*. They're from the Gap, and are apparently left-weave denim (whatever that means), but they're _not_ stretch (yay!), and they're all faux-destroyed and stitched. It was even a (semi) justifiable purchase, as I have two paris of jeans that are thisclose to being unwearably worn.
And now my parents are appliance shopping for the new house, which means that they'll be in a good mood when they get home and they'll go out for dinner and I'll have the place to myself to do whatever, or I could go to Second Cup and see Peter, or whatever I want. I am looking forward to having a good night.
And now my parents are appliance shopping for the new house, which means that they'll be in a good mood when they get home and they'll go out for dinner and I'll have the place to myself to do whatever, or I could go to Second Cup and see Peter, or whatever I want. I am looking forward to having a good night.
1/20/2006
NEOS Can Bite Me
Sitting in the Rutherford South computer lab for 281. No idea why we're here. I think he's going to demo research for us. Oh, yup, he is. Three cheers for sitting in the back row.
Jo and Doug, I am insanely jealous that you didn't have to take 431. Then again, given a choice between a choral course and this one, I'd probably take the band one. I just wish it wasn't with Dr. Street, who expects quite a bit. I don't care if it's a 400-level course, I want it to be easy! ^_^
I've been feeling pretty horrible lately. I was thinking last night that I might have a mild flu. I'm not sure right now, though. I feel all right right now. I still don't have a story to tell in my speech class this afternoon. I'm vaguely worried. I did get Sara to agree to sub for me in Wind Ensemble this afternoon, so I can in fact go give my presentation. I really should have considered my unscheduled classes when deciding whether or not to take this course. Oh, well. Our Wind Ensemble music is actually pretty straight forward right now, so I don't feel too bad missing a sectional.
I'm running out of things to write about. Over half an hour left before the end of class. The prof reccomended Spider Solitaire for those of us who know what he's teaching and are bored. I'm kind of sick of that game, though. It's either too easy or doomed from the start.
Lalala... Dentyne Tango gun tastes like eating straight Jell-o powder. I remember when bringing Jell-o powder for a snack was a fad when I was in the sixth grade. Maybe I'll go Google "story" and see what happens.
Jo and Doug, I am insanely jealous that you didn't have to take 431. Then again, given a choice between a choral course and this one, I'd probably take the band one. I just wish it wasn't with Dr. Street, who expects quite a bit. I don't care if it's a 400-level course, I want it to be easy! ^_^
I've been feeling pretty horrible lately. I was thinking last night that I might have a mild flu. I'm not sure right now, though. I feel all right right now. I still don't have a story to tell in my speech class this afternoon. I'm vaguely worried. I did get Sara to agree to sub for me in Wind Ensemble this afternoon, so I can in fact go give my presentation. I really should have considered my unscheduled classes when deciding whether or not to take this course. Oh, well. Our Wind Ensemble music is actually pretty straight forward right now, so I don't feel too bad missing a sectional.
I'm running out of things to write about. Over half an hour left before the end of class. The prof reccomended Spider Solitaire for those of us who know what he's teaching and are bored. I'm kind of sick of that game, though. It's either too easy or doomed from the start.
Lalala... Dentyne Tango gun tastes like eating straight Jell-o powder. I remember when bringing Jell-o powder for a snack was a fad when I was in the sixth grade. Maybe I'll go Google "story" and see what happens.
1/17/2006
Story Time
You know how sometimes people go back to their high school and say it looks smaller than they remember it? Well, I went back to Ainlay on a whim this afternoon, and it looked freakin' huge. Well, the theatre did, at least. I hadn't been in there since before Agrell retired, so seeing the area without his piles and piles of stuff everywhere was quite the shock. They even have three change rooms! And you can see the floor in the cages! There are even posters about the curriculum on the wall. The new teacher, Trudy something, I think, is blonde and perky. She was apparently also a music minor. Kinda nifty. I also saw Mr. Speers (who encouraged me to volunteer at the AIBF in March), and he finds the new Drama teacher to be enthusiastic about the wrong things. I'm not entirely sure what he means, but saying that Agrell was a better teacher is like saying that every morning the sun will rise--duh. I miss Agrell. Every now and then I wish he would show up around the Drama department and give me a bit more validation when I'm feeling like a groupie, as sometimes occurs.
Speaking of my post-secondary drama education, I need a story to tell in my speech class on Friday. I have no idea which to tell. It has to be a known story, like a legend or a book or something, and the speech has to be five minutes long. Any suggestions?
And I drove home thinking about pedagogy and the Elephant Metaphor. And now my brain feels like it's been being long-winded all day, so I'm gonna stop typing now. Maybe make myself yet more tea. Mmm, tea...
Speaking of my post-secondary drama education, I need a story to tell in my speech class on Friday. I have no idea which to tell. It has to be a known story, like a legend or a book or something, and the speech has to be five minutes long. Any suggestions?
And I drove home thinking about pedagogy and the Elephant Metaphor. And now my brain feels like it's been being long-winded all day, so I'm gonna stop typing now. Maybe make myself yet more tea. Mmm, tea...
1/16/2006
Scoreless
I went to the bookstore today and spent $470 without getting any of the seven required texts for Band Techniques. Now, granted, about $75 worth of what I bought was not required, but those two books were worth it. One of them was a book of some of Fux's writing on counterpoint. I *heart* counterpoint. I am a freak of nature, I know. When Klumpenhouwer taught that class, he didn't use a text, juset sheets and sheets of rules. Last term, though, some chick was teaching it, and she used the text. The class apparently sucked ass, too. The prof was universally hated, but I get the impression that starting with the philosophy of counterpoint isn't the best way to go about it. Klumpenhouwer made us write counterpoint and then, for some of us, it clicked. The whole "clicking" part is by no means guaranteed, but we came out of that class able to write modal counterpoint, so it was a kind of success. Starting with the philosophy means that whoever doesn't get the "clicking" winds up immensely confused and frustrated and fails the course. And still can't write counterpoint.
The other book I bought was the current text for Bashaw's 456 class on popular music. It calls itself something to do with terms in popular music, but it's really kind of a series of essays/dissertations on how various elements of life (everything from sexism to postmoderism) influence and work with pop music. That looks like a great read. And don't worry, there were still more than two dozen copied of the book left, and it's the second week of term, after all. And the Fux book is for 255, which isn't even offered this term. I guess they just had a bunch of people last term who refused to buy the text or something...
Speaking of which, the only score I found in the bookstore was for Cajun Folk Songs, and I nearly bought that one, too, just in case. The bookstore apparently had two of the books Deebs had ordered in earlier, but they were all gone. One was on jazz bands, and the other... was just as secondary as the first, I believe. Maybe I can borrow Doug's texts for now. Hey, Doug! You there? Got any 431 texts you can lend me until the bookstore gets the rest of them in?
So at the end of rep class today, my mom called me and told me that my dad had asked my brother to come out to dinner with us, and that Peter and I were invited, so we headed off to Il Forno. My mom thought my dad might be doing this for my brother's birthday, which is next week, but I was right in my assumption that my dad had forgotten about Chris' birthday. It came up in conversation, though, and the decision was made to go to The Blue Pear. I'm... not happy about that because that place is always empty and creepy, but it's Chris' birthday. What did I do for my last birthday? I had friends over and made jell-o shots. Not really in the same category of celebrations as dinner at The Blue Pear. Hardware Grill was suggested, which I liked because it's huge and always full and nobody knows me there, since I've only been there once, but that's where we went last year for Chris' bithday.
But, anyway, yeah, I ate waaaay too much tonight. I'm not feeling sick or anything, but the mussels and antipasto plates to start, then bison canelonni and then the latte and blueberry panna cotta that I just couldn't resist (sooooo good) and, yeah... this is why I don't eat with my parents very often. That and they always have the same Lindemann's Bin 50 Shiraz every time we go to Il Forno, and I'm getting really sick of Shiraz right now... But that's just me being a snob. ^_^
So apparently Stephen Kirkham has created a website for students to buy and sell textbooks. It seems Stage 2 of his plan to take over the university is going well. If I actually bought used textbooks or sold my textbooks, I'd write more about this, but since neither is the case, I'm going to shut up now before I start ranting about Kirkham.
The other book I bought was the current text for Bashaw's 456 class on popular music. It calls itself something to do with terms in popular music, but it's really kind of a series of essays/dissertations on how various elements of life (everything from sexism to postmoderism) influence and work with pop music. That looks like a great read. And don't worry, there were still more than two dozen copied of the book left, and it's the second week of term, after all. And the Fux book is for 255, which isn't even offered this term. I guess they just had a bunch of people last term who refused to buy the text or something...
Speaking of which, the only score I found in the bookstore was for Cajun Folk Songs, and I nearly bought that one, too, just in case. The bookstore apparently had two of the books Deebs had ordered in earlier, but they were all gone. One was on jazz bands, and the other... was just as secondary as the first, I believe. Maybe I can borrow Doug's texts for now. Hey, Doug! You there? Got any 431 texts you can lend me until the bookstore gets the rest of them in?
So at the end of rep class today, my mom called me and told me that my dad had asked my brother to come out to dinner with us, and that Peter and I were invited, so we headed off to Il Forno. My mom thought my dad might be doing this for my brother's birthday, which is next week, but I was right in my assumption that my dad had forgotten about Chris' birthday. It came up in conversation, though, and the decision was made to go to The Blue Pear. I'm... not happy about that because that place is always empty and creepy, but it's Chris' birthday. What did I do for my last birthday? I had friends over and made jell-o shots. Not really in the same category of celebrations as dinner at The Blue Pear. Hardware Grill was suggested, which I liked because it's huge and always full and nobody knows me there, since I've only been there once, but that's where we went last year for Chris' bithday.
But, anyway, yeah, I ate waaaay too much tonight. I'm not feeling sick or anything, but the mussels and antipasto plates to start, then bison canelonni and then the latte and blueberry panna cotta that I just couldn't resist (sooooo good) and, yeah... this is why I don't eat with my parents very often. That and they always have the same Lindemann's Bin 50 Shiraz every time we go to Il Forno, and I'm getting really sick of Shiraz right now... But that's just me being a snob. ^_^
So apparently Stephen Kirkham has created a website for students to buy and sell textbooks. It seems Stage 2 of his plan to take over the university is going well. If I actually bought used textbooks or sold my textbooks, I'd write more about this, but since neither is the case, I'm going to shut up now before I start ranting about Kirkham.
1/15/2006
Cow Town
So Calgary was, well, Calgary. Nothing terribly special about that, I guess. The dinner was a smaller affair than I though it woul be. Just my aunt and uncle, my other aunt, my cousin and his fiancee and my parents and I. Still, I hadn't seen any of them in a while, so it was nice to catch up.
Not that there was really any good news to catch up on, other than Ted's upcoming wedding. My aunt Yanny will be probably start her first round of chemotherapy on Wednesday, if all her tests come back the way her specialist thinks they will. Lymphoma. She was given a 7-year prognosis about a year ago, and she was doing better in November, but apparently that's how lymphoma works, in waves of badness. My cousin Melissa is off work for three months for depression. She and her sister have not been doing well lately. *sigh* My grandparents will die soon, but for the meantime they're kind of miserable. They move into the senior's home February first. That's probably what'll kill them. Well, that and old age/terminal illness. *another sigh*
In happier (?) news, Wayne went back to India, this time with a five-year visa. He'll be back for Ted's wedding, I'm sure, but that may be all we get to see of him for the next long while. Also, my cousin Tiana is pregnant again, and the scare a couple of weeks ago was _not_ a miscarriage, so yay for that! Babies! Babies all over the place! Now if only my cousin Danny would get married and have kids, my aunt Yanny may live to meet all her grandchildren. No pressure on Danny or anything, but he and his girlfriend did just buy a townhouse together. And I currently feel really bad for my aunt...
I gave my dog a bath this afternoon because his overnight stay in the kennel made him smell, and now he's sitting on my bed, still a little damp, shivering. It's weird, actually--it makes the whole bed kind of quiver. But he's always good about being bathed and groomed and whatnot, so I gave him two jerky treats and he forgave me for getting him all cold and wet.
Oh, Joyce, you'll like this: We exchanged Christmas gifts last night, and my aunt gave me Tim Horton's gift certificates! Yay breakfast!
Speaking of breakfast, we ate at Ricky's All Day Grill this morning because it was right next to our hotel, and holy crap! That place gives you enough food for breakfast to last you an entire freakin' day! I'm _still_ full, and I had a smaller dish and didn't come close to finishing it.
*sigh* I've kind of missed my weekend, here. I get to go to school tomorrow and fake my way through my Arban's study in my lesson. It's too early in the term to ask to work on the Haydn. Oh, well. At least it should be productive.
Not that there was really any good news to catch up on, other than Ted's upcoming wedding. My aunt Yanny will be probably start her first round of chemotherapy on Wednesday, if all her tests come back the way her specialist thinks they will. Lymphoma. She was given a 7-year prognosis about a year ago, and she was doing better in November, but apparently that's how lymphoma works, in waves of badness. My cousin Melissa is off work for three months for depression. She and her sister have not been doing well lately. *sigh* My grandparents will die soon, but for the meantime they're kind of miserable. They move into the senior's home February first. That's probably what'll kill them. Well, that and old age/terminal illness. *another sigh*
In happier (?) news, Wayne went back to India, this time with a five-year visa. He'll be back for Ted's wedding, I'm sure, but that may be all we get to see of him for the next long while. Also, my cousin Tiana is pregnant again, and the scare a couple of weeks ago was _not_ a miscarriage, so yay for that! Babies! Babies all over the place! Now if only my cousin Danny would get married and have kids, my aunt Yanny may live to meet all her grandchildren. No pressure on Danny or anything, but he and his girlfriend did just buy a townhouse together. And I currently feel really bad for my aunt...
I gave my dog a bath this afternoon because his overnight stay in the kennel made him smell, and now he's sitting on my bed, still a little damp, shivering. It's weird, actually--it makes the whole bed kind of quiver. But he's always good about being bathed and groomed and whatnot, so I gave him two jerky treats and he forgave me for getting him all cold and wet.
Oh, Joyce, you'll like this: We exchanged Christmas gifts last night, and my aunt gave me Tim Horton's gift certificates! Yay breakfast!
Speaking of breakfast, we ate at Ricky's All Day Grill this morning because it was right next to our hotel, and holy crap! That place gives you enough food for breakfast to last you an entire freakin' day! I'm _still_ full, and I had a smaller dish and didn't come close to finishing it.
*sigh* I've kind of missed my weekend, here. I get to go to school tomorrow and fake my way through my Arban's study in my lesson. It's too early in the term to ask to work on the Haydn. Oh, well. At least it should be productive.
1/13/2006
Toe Knee Chest Nut Nose Eye Love You
I am currently drinking the most delicious latte ever. It's even decaf so I won't crash later and accidentally murder my dog. I am quite happy with the world right now. :-)
I'm going to Calgary tomorrow for a belated Christmas dinner at my aunt's house. She was in Phoenix for Christmas, so everybody's getting together now. I get to see cousins that I haven't seen in years, including my cousin Ted! I miss Ted. I used to see him all the time, since I worked for him at Calderon, but I haven't even met his fiancee and they've been engaged for over a year now. Too bad Wayne won't be there. I miss him, too. But the notion of Wayne and a Christian holiday, not to mention the notion of Wayne and turkey, is just not something I want to think about right now. The man wouldn't shut up for a minute, I'm sure. Now if only my cousin Christie didn't have a resitraining order (or I think it's technically called a "no contact order") out on the whole family, because I'd like to see her and her kids. Hell, I'd even like to see her soon-to-be-ex-husband. He's been in kind of a bad situation for the past year. Poor Darryl. :-(
Don't you just love relatives?
In other news, Pri and Morgan came by the lownjlounge today for pancakes! I was quite happy to see them, and apparently Morgan's doing something for her birthday soon. They told me they're going back to Disneyland, and I'm jealous. Hell, I'd be jealous if they told me they were going to Montana. I just haven't done enough travelling lately. But, yeah, then they left to go to the candy store in St. Albert (wtf?!?), but they're coming to the Formal, so that'll be fun.
I had the most depressing conversation with Ben a couple of days ago. He's trying to get his life in order, and I felt so bad for him I nearly told him I'd marry him. Well, not really, but it was a really sad conversation and I felt bad for him. Anybody else wanna marry him?
I'm going to Calgary tomorrow for a belated Christmas dinner at my aunt's house. She was in Phoenix for Christmas, so everybody's getting together now. I get to see cousins that I haven't seen in years, including my cousin Ted! I miss Ted. I used to see him all the time, since I worked for him at Calderon, but I haven't even met his fiancee and they've been engaged for over a year now. Too bad Wayne won't be there. I miss him, too. But the notion of Wayne and a Christian holiday, not to mention the notion of Wayne and turkey, is just not something I want to think about right now. The man wouldn't shut up for a minute, I'm sure. Now if only my cousin Christie didn't have a resitraining order (or I think it's technically called a "no contact order") out on the whole family, because I'd like to see her and her kids. Hell, I'd even like to see her soon-to-be-ex-husband. He's been in kind of a bad situation for the past year. Poor Darryl. :-(
Don't you just love relatives?
In other news, Pri and Morgan came by the lownjlounge today for pancakes! I was quite happy to see them, and apparently Morgan's doing something for her birthday soon. They told me they're going back to Disneyland, and I'm jealous. Hell, I'd be jealous if they told me they were going to Montana. I just haven't done enough travelling lately. But, yeah, then they left to go to the candy store in St. Albert (wtf?!?), but they're coming to the Formal, so that'll be fun.
I had the most depressing conversation with Ben a couple of days ago. He's trying to get his life in order, and I felt so bad for him I nearly told him I'd marry him. Well, not really, but it was a really sad conversation and I felt bad for him. Anybody else wanna marry him?
1/12/2006
Long Week
So it turned out that the internet problems I was having at home were due to our modem dying. Luckily, a guy from Shaw cable showed up just before nine this morning and now everything's hunky-dory.
Oooh, I need a weekend. I'm not entirely sure why, but I crashed last night at about 9. I had two papers to write last night, and I needed to actually research the one for Band Tech, so I was over at Peter's place so that I could use the internet. I'd only written my Ed Psych paper by the time I crashed, though, so I got up at 6 this morning to write the paper for Deebs. Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch for another hour or so. I got the paper done by 8, though, thank God. Not spectacular, but oh well. Actually, a rather amusing little bit was that as I was losing the ability to see straight last night, I said "Dr. Street can go hang--I'm sleepy," and Dave piped up "What? Hanging Dr. Street? I'm in!" I love that Dave is with us on this. ^_^
Being done an hour and a half before class started meant I could go home and change, which was nice. I didn't get to take a shower, though, which would really have helped, but I guess that's the price I pay for needing sleep. Ah, I'm now remembering my high school mantra: Sleep is for the weak. Thinking back, I did sleep through a lot of classes, however...
So all was well for most of the day, except for the fact that I hurt my back, knee and just above my ankle by falling on the stairs last night, so I'm all bruised and sore. I actually said out loud "Oh, that hurt!" Luckily no one was around to hear my Cpt. Obvious moment. When I got to Ed Psych this afternoon, however, I was thoroughly unimpressed to find out that the paper wasn't due today. I have no idea when it's due--I guess I should check the syllabus--but the prof wouldn't accept it early because he said he'd lose it. I traipsed back to FAB from Tory Turtle rather annoyed.
But then I came home and showered and had yogurt and caught up on my blog reading and I'm happy again. :-) Oh! And my glasses and contact lenses arrived, too! I can see properly! It's actually quite amazing the difference the glasses make, considering my astigmatism isn't strong enough to make me legally obligated to correct it while driving. And the contact lenses are the kind I've worn for years, so they're not all drying and evil to my eyes. The only problem is that they screwed up the coating on my glasses lenses, so it's kinda foggy to look through them and I have to take them back next week to have the lenses switched, which will apparently take about 15 minutes. Oh, well.
Tomorrow is Friday! Only two classes, a long break and no Wind Ensemble sectional! Oh! And pancakes!!!
Oooh, I need a weekend. I'm not entirely sure why, but I crashed last night at about 9. I had two papers to write last night, and I needed to actually research the one for Band Tech, so I was over at Peter's place so that I could use the internet. I'd only written my Ed Psych paper by the time I crashed, though, so I got up at 6 this morning to write the paper for Deebs. Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch for another hour or so. I got the paper done by 8, though, thank God. Not spectacular, but oh well. Actually, a rather amusing little bit was that as I was losing the ability to see straight last night, I said "Dr. Street can go hang--I'm sleepy," and Dave piped up "What? Hanging Dr. Street? I'm in!" I love that Dave is with us on this. ^_^
Being done an hour and a half before class started meant I could go home and change, which was nice. I didn't get to take a shower, though, which would really have helped, but I guess that's the price I pay for needing sleep. Ah, I'm now remembering my high school mantra: Sleep is for the weak. Thinking back, I did sleep through a lot of classes, however...
So all was well for most of the day, except for the fact that I hurt my back, knee and just above my ankle by falling on the stairs last night, so I'm all bruised and sore. I actually said out loud "Oh, that hurt!" Luckily no one was around to hear my Cpt. Obvious moment. When I got to Ed Psych this afternoon, however, I was thoroughly unimpressed to find out that the paper wasn't due today. I have no idea when it's due--I guess I should check the syllabus--but the prof wouldn't accept it early because he said he'd lose it. I traipsed back to FAB from Tory Turtle rather annoyed.
But then I came home and showered and had yogurt and caught up on my blog reading and I'm happy again. :-) Oh! And my glasses and contact lenses arrived, too! I can see properly! It's actually quite amazing the difference the glasses make, considering my astigmatism isn't strong enough to make me legally obligated to correct it while driving. And the contact lenses are the kind I've worn for years, so they're not all drying and evil to my eyes. The only problem is that they screwed up the coating on my glasses lenses, so it's kinda foggy to look through them and I have to take them back next week to have the lenses switched, which will apparently take about 15 minutes. Oh, well.
Tomorrow is Friday! Only two classes, a long break and no Wind Ensemble sectional! Oh! And pancakes!!!
1/10/2006
Back to Cool!
My comp's been acting all weird, but it seems to be happy now. It's been telling me that it's connected to my wireless internet, but it won't do anything internet-y. So I've brought it over to Peter's place, and it's happy again!
So the first two days of classes are over. Thank God. Yesterday was particularly difficult. I'd decided to try to beg my way into Drama 240, but I realised it might conflict with my Rep Class. After spending the morning looking for Russ, I discovered that that was in fact the case. I felt bad because I wanted that Drama course, and Russ didn't tell me I wasn't allowed to not be in Rep class, so I still had to make the decision myself. I had a lesson that went well, though, and then went to the Drama class to discover that I could totally skip the second hour of ever Monday's class. The plan for the entire semester is that we get our assignments on Monday and present them on Wednesday and Friday, so the second hour of Monday's classes are just going to be exercises and whatnot, which I have no problem missing. I haven't told the prof this, yet, however. ^_^ But I got around the whole not-technically-being-alowed-to-take-this-course-even-though-it-applies-to-my-degree thing when my prof told me to go down the the Drama office and just have Connie override everything and put me in the course. She asked me if I have the pre-requisites, and I said yes, because I do. Technically, being a Drama major isn't a pre-requisite, it's a requisite. ^_^ I know it's not a problem, though. My prof seems cool. He actually reminds me of the reporter dude from Almost Famous.
My 281 prof was a surprise, though. It had said on Beartracks that it would be Brenda, but it wound up being David Grammit instead. He's not bad, it seems, but all of those "eyum"s that pepper his speech might get a little annoying after a while. He reminds me of Woody Allen, what with the whole stammering Jewish guy act. But it seems like the course is going to be well-organised and well-focused, which makes me happy because I just might learn something about music history, even if the course does have the insanely ambitious trait of covering from about 1000 - 1750.
Band Techniques is looking like it's going to be a bitch of a course, though. It has 7 required texts. Three of them are scores, but still. We're doing Air for Band, First Suite and some Dvorak small ensemble piece I don't know. And we have a two page paper due next class.
Oh, well. I seem to be running out of steam in terms of talking about school. I think I'll just laze around for a while now. :-)
So the first two days of classes are over. Thank God. Yesterday was particularly difficult. I'd decided to try to beg my way into Drama 240, but I realised it might conflict with my Rep Class. After spending the morning looking for Russ, I discovered that that was in fact the case. I felt bad because I wanted that Drama course, and Russ didn't tell me I wasn't allowed to not be in Rep class, so I still had to make the decision myself. I had a lesson that went well, though, and then went to the Drama class to discover that I could totally skip the second hour of ever Monday's class. The plan for the entire semester is that we get our assignments on Monday and present them on Wednesday and Friday, so the second hour of Monday's classes are just going to be exercises and whatnot, which I have no problem missing. I haven't told the prof this, yet, however. ^_^ But I got around the whole not-technically-being-alowed-to-take-this-course-even-though-it-applies-to-my-degree thing when my prof told me to go down the the Drama office and just have Connie override everything and put me in the course. She asked me if I have the pre-requisites, and I said yes, because I do. Technically, being a Drama major isn't a pre-requisite, it's a requisite. ^_^ I know it's not a problem, though. My prof seems cool. He actually reminds me of the reporter dude from Almost Famous.
My 281 prof was a surprise, though. It had said on Beartracks that it would be Brenda, but it wound up being David Grammit instead. He's not bad, it seems, but all of those "eyum"s that pepper his speech might get a little annoying after a while. He reminds me of Woody Allen, what with the whole stammering Jewish guy act. But it seems like the course is going to be well-organised and well-focused, which makes me happy because I just might learn something about music history, even if the course does have the insanely ambitious trait of covering from about 1000 - 1750.
Band Techniques is looking like it's going to be a bitch of a course, though. It has 7 required texts. Three of them are scores, but still. We're doing Air for Band, First Suite and some Dvorak small ensemble piece I don't know. And we have a two page paper due next class.
Oh, well. I seem to be running out of steam in terms of talking about school. I think I'll just laze around for a while now. :-)
1/08/2006
*snicker*
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I Broke my Tablet Stylus! :-(
My mom is downstairs taking down Christmas decorations, breaking quite a few ornaments and cursing. Serves he right for having that many decorations. Now if only they had a "half kidding" punctuation-emoticon-thing...
I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I mean, I love school, but I just don't feel like going back yet. I have 281 (or is it 282?) at 9 am tomorrow, though, and I kinda need that course to finish my degree. Then I have nothing else all day, except probably a trumpet lesson at 1 and an attempt to beg my way into my Oral Communication class at 3. Not that I would really mind only having one class MWF...
Ok, I give: the election and politics. Vote for the person you want to represent you, taking into account party affiliations and attitudes towards party lines vs. constituent wishes, as well as their stance on various issues. If there's nobody you want, then nominate your own candidate. It doesn't cost that much, and it doesn't matter if he/she doesn't win, because you will have expressed exactly what you want. You don't vote in an election to win. It is not a contest for the voters, it is an expression of your opinion and wishes for yourself. I wish more people got that. There's no such thing as a wasted honest vote.
On the plus side, it's Sunday and that means American Dad and Family guy. Yay! And I heard an ad about new episodes of Prison Break coming along, too... Happyhappy. :-) Wow. I just realised that, for somebody who usually only watches the news, I'm keeping up with a lot of television shows right now. American Dad, Gilmore Girls, House, Prison Break... Well, ok, that's actually it, but that's still a lot more than I usually take on. It's kind of frightening how much happiness I derive from the Fox network...
I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I mean, I love school, but I just don't feel like going back yet. I have 281 (or is it 282?) at 9 am tomorrow, though, and I kinda need that course to finish my degree. Then I have nothing else all day, except probably a trumpet lesson at 1 and an attempt to beg my way into my Oral Communication class at 3. Not that I would really mind only having one class MWF...
Ok, I give: the election and politics. Vote for the person you want to represent you, taking into account party affiliations and attitudes towards party lines vs. constituent wishes, as well as their stance on various issues. If there's nobody you want, then nominate your own candidate. It doesn't cost that much, and it doesn't matter if he/she doesn't win, because you will have expressed exactly what you want. You don't vote in an election to win. It is not a contest for the voters, it is an expression of your opinion and wishes for yourself. I wish more people got that. There's no such thing as a wasted honest vote.
On the plus side, it's Sunday and that means American Dad and Family guy. Yay! And I heard an ad about new episodes of Prison Break coming along, too... Happyhappy. :-) Wow. I just realised that, for somebody who usually only watches the news, I'm keeping up with a lot of television shows right now. American Dad, Gilmore Girls, House, Prison Break... Well, ok, that's actually it, but that's still a lot more than I usually take on. It's kind of frightening how much happiness I derive from the Fox network...
1/07/2006
Love-Hate
I have decided that Bit Torrent both rocks and sucks. You can get whatever you want, more or less, and you _will_ get it, but it takes for-bloody-ever. I always try LimeWire first, just in case, but it's only good for popular singles. So I have to keep my comp plugged in and set to max power usage so that it doesn't go into hibernation and stop the torrent. *pout* You know, I'm kind of glad my brother doesn't read this blog, because I just know he'd be laughing at me for this if he did. Bah...
1/06/2006
Post #120
Feeling self-important enough to blog. Yesterday and today have been spent kind of detoxing. The caffeine badness of a couple of nights ago took its toll, and so I've been readjusting from that. I couldn't even crash properly--I had to take medication to sleep. When I tried to sleep just because I was tired, my brain kept doing this thing where ten million thoughts would rush all over eachother and some would make sense, and others wouldn't be even close to true and no way in hell could I relax enough to sleep then. Ugh. Maybe there were opiates in the cinnamon I added to that coffee...
But, yeah, not much else going on around here. Doug's birthday party is tonight! Yay, Doug!! Looking forward to that. Vowing not to drink. Much, anyway.
Oh! Something good has happened recently. Yesterday, I had _another_ optometrist appointment, but I finally convinced him that the best way to handle things was to use regular contact lenses for my myopia and then put astigmatism correction in glasses which I would wear only when needed. So lenses were ordered yesterday and I went and bought frames today. In a week, I will be able to see properly! Took bloody well long enough. He had to try me on all types of torric lenses _and_ on aspherical lenses, too, but none of them manage to correct my astigmatism, for some reason he can't fathom. I have no idea why, either, but I'm glad that we finally go to the solution I was hoping for. The ashperics aren't bad, but they don't let me see my music properly, so they are a no-go.
Hmm, maybe a little nap before going out tonight...
But, yeah, not much else going on around here. Doug's birthday party is tonight! Yay, Doug!! Looking forward to that. Vowing not to drink. Much, anyway.
Oh! Something good has happened recently. Yesterday, I had _another_ optometrist appointment, but I finally convinced him that the best way to handle things was to use regular contact lenses for my myopia and then put astigmatism correction in glasses which I would wear only when needed. So lenses were ordered yesterday and I went and bought frames today. In a week, I will be able to see properly! Took bloody well long enough. He had to try me on all types of torric lenses _and_ on aspherical lenses, too, but none of them manage to correct my astigmatism, for some reason he can't fathom. I have no idea why, either, but I'm glad that we finally go to the solution I was hoping for. The ashperics aren't bad, but they don't let me see my music properly, so they are a no-go.
Hmm, maybe a little nap before going out tonight...
1/05/2006
Southern Discomfort
Gah. Currently watching Devine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood. Feeing rather quite bad for Sandra Bullock's character's grandmother. It's rather disheartening after watching the end of Love Actually. My mom was watching the latter when I got up. I seem to be incapable of sleeping past 8 am these days. This is not good, since I've been going to sleep no earlier than 2. Last night was espeically bad. I was feeling funky last night, so I got a coffee. I figured I either wouldn't get to most of it or Peter would steal some, so I got a Venti. And I actually drank all but I few sips. And then a few hours later, I felt *bad*. And now it's 9 am and I've been awake and even mildly functional for two hours.
You know what else is disheartening? The plethora of "career training"-type ads on TBS. They even bother me more than the ads for the "health assurance" services with the guy with the southern accent. Okay, there are far too many commercials during movies. I really must turn this off.
You know what else is disheartening? The plethora of "career training"-type ads on TBS. They even bother me more than the ads for the "health assurance" services with the guy with the southern accent. Okay, there are far too many commercials during movies. I really must turn this off.
1/03/2006
Fuzzy Black Hat Box of DVD Goodness
My dog was particularly insistent that I get up today, which was fine, because I'd slept in considerably, but I didn't realise until my mother called me that there was nobody else around for my dog to bug. Yay, day to myself!
So I went out and bought myself some happiness in the form of Serenity and season one of House. Yeah, so I went overbudget for the giftcard my brother gave me, but it was worth it. I now finally understand who the hell Vogler is. If you guys haven't watched House, you must do so! I didn't even let myself buy Gilmore Girls DVDs, but I bought this! I've been trying to get Joyce to watch it for a while, but she claims she has enough TV watching to do, what with all her pretty boys (*cough*Chad Michael Murray*cough*). ;-p So I'm considering trying to convince her to watch the epsiode with Andrew Keegan in it. ^_^
Farley is curled into a fuzzy black hat box next to me. I feel like I should go get my camera so that I can post a picture of it. ^_^ But every time I take a picture with my dog in it, I remember the monologue from One Hour Photo and I feel supremely embarassed...
I wonder how the campaign is going. I get the impression that our Christmas decorations will be coming down a little late this year...
So I went out and bought myself some happiness in the form of Serenity and season one of House. Yeah, so I went overbudget for the giftcard my brother gave me, but it was worth it. I now finally understand who the hell Vogler is. If you guys haven't watched House, you must do so! I didn't even let myself buy Gilmore Girls DVDs, but I bought this! I've been trying to get Joyce to watch it for a while, but she claims she has enough TV watching to do, what with all her pretty boys (*cough*Chad Michael Murray*cough*). ;-p So I'm considering trying to convince her to watch the epsiode with Andrew Keegan in it. ^_^
Farley is curled into a fuzzy black hat box next to me. I feel like I should go get my camera so that I can post a picture of it. ^_^ But every time I take a picture with my dog in it, I remember the monologue from One Hour Photo and I feel supremely embarassed...
I wonder how the campaign is going. I get the impression that our Christmas decorations will be coming down a little late this year...
1/01/2006
Happy New Year!
Well, here we are, in 2006. Yeah. So... Anyways, I didn't do much last night. Peter and I were going to rent some movies/games/tv shows/whatever, but we didn't get to Blockbuster until, like, 6:30, so everything on our list of possibilities was gone. So I rented a random CSI DVD. Season 3, Volume, 3, apparently. Pretty decent. Watched all four episodes. Then we had some Unibroue beer to chime in the new year. It smelled delicious but tasted pretty bad, IMO, so I gave all but a couple sips of my share to Peter. ^_^ Oh! But then, a condensed airing of the Iron Chef 2000th dish episode was on, and so Peter drooled over that. Even I was wanting to try some of the stuff they made.
Hmmm... I don't think I'm going to do the whole New Year's Resolution thing. I can't think of anything I'd like to change that I'm not already putting effort into. So it's not that I'm perfect, it's that I'm already working on it, godammit, so get off my back. ^_^
I've given in and decided that I need to get a link taken out of my watch strap. Which means I have to pay to get that done. *sigh* Oh, well. The flopping around is driving me crazy, so I guess it's worth using up some of my nifty gift card to get it fixed. Maybe I'll just use the balance to get myself some slipper socks. My "wooden shoe" slippers rock, but they're too chunky to wear around all the time.
Okay, I'm officially rambling. So I will leave off with a Happy New Year! Enjoy the various marathons on TV today! And remember: Christmas baking helps with hangovers!!
Hmmm... I don't think I'm going to do the whole New Year's Resolution thing. I can't think of anything I'd like to change that I'm not already putting effort into. So it's not that I'm perfect, it's that I'm already working on it, godammit, so get off my back. ^_^
I've given in and decided that I need to get a link taken out of my watch strap. Which means I have to pay to get that done. *sigh* Oh, well. The flopping around is driving me crazy, so I guess it's worth using up some of my nifty gift card to get it fixed. Maybe I'll just use the balance to get myself some slipper socks. My "wooden shoe" slippers rock, but they're too chunky to wear around all the time.
Okay, I'm officially rambling. So I will leave off with a Happy New Year! Enjoy the various marathons on TV today! And remember: Christmas baking helps with hangovers!!
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