So today Peter and I went out for brunch as our official celebration of our 2-year anniversary, which was technically on Monday. We ordered too much food. It was soooo yummy, though. We got a cinnamon bun with cream cheese icing and maple syrup first, and then I had eggs benedict and Peter had mascarpone french toast with bananas and a side of bacon. Wow, maybe you guys don't care abo0ut that. But I'm trying to emphasize that it was a _lot_ of food. And so now I'm lounging around and trying to digest.
Andy's doing something with a rocking chair and a digital camera... It looks awkward...
Anyway, yeah, I'm at Peter's place because I have locked myself out of my car. Or, at least, I think I have. I can't find my keys, and I'm hoping they're in the centre console of my car, because otherwise I might be kind of screwed. I should call my mom to get her to bring me a spare key, but it's really all the same to me where I hang around, and since I've got my comp here with me, I figure I'll stay here for a bit. I like this place. I'd say that I wish I lived here, but I kind of do sometimes. ^_^
12/11/2005
12/10/2005
I Miss You!
Peter mentioned tonight how a bunch of Dave's friends meet at this guy Zach's place, and I remembered how we always had people over here. So I suggested we have a Christmas party. Then I realized that y'all are big losers, going off and having lives and whatnot, and thus not being around. So Joanne, Eric, Doug, Katilyn, Sean and Jere, I blow raspberries at you!
But for those who are around and I just don't get to see very often (Pri, Morgan, Angela, John-if-you're-still-in-the-country, I'm looking at you), give us a shout if you want to get together. I had suggested a Christmas baking potluck gathering. Sometime after the 21st would be best, since Peter's writing term papers until then (sucker!), and Kaitlyn gets in on the 22nd and it would be cool to have her around, too.
But, yeah, we'll see if anybody's interested. And I send Christmas hugs all around, even if you have gone off and left me here. ;-p
But for those who are around and I just don't get to see very often (Pri, Morgan, Angela, John-if-you're-still-in-the-country, I'm looking at you), give us a shout if you want to get together. I had suggested a Christmas baking potluck gathering. Sometime after the 21st would be best, since Peter's writing term papers until then (sucker!), and Kaitlyn gets in on the 22nd and it would be cool to have her around, too.
But, yeah, we'll see if anybody's interested. And I send Christmas hugs all around, even if you have gone off and left me here. ;-p
12/09/2005
Class Clashes
So since I decided to put off taking French for yet another year, I have found myself with three credits worth of space in my Winter schedule and a strong desire to take another Drama course. See, this past term, I made the mistake of befriending the second-year Drama students, and I would like to continue to see them. Now, after consulting my degree requirements, I have found that I only need one more Drama course. This, I must say, floored me. I need either 240 or 247. They're both Oral Communications courses, but 247 is a kind of remedial stream. If you ever want to see my face turn purple, ask me about the BEd (Secondary) Drama Minor courses that are currently being phased out. *ugh* Anyway, so I need 240. I would also like to take 383, which is a directing course. I have no idea why it isn't mandatory. Drama teachers will obviously need to direct. Now, here are my problems:
1. Bear Tracks is going all Fort Knox and won't let me into either of these courses, no matter what. I'd have to beg my way in via the prof, because the courses are all full (except for one section of 240, but even that only has one spot) and the Drama deptartment doesn't keep waiting lists. Even if the classes had space, I'd have to get Connie at the Drama office to register me because for some reason I haven't yet been able to get around, I cannot seem to declare my minor. Grr. And 240 doesn't even let minors in, strictly speaking.
2. Both sections of 383 and one of the sections of 240 conflict with my existing schedule. Now, one of the 383 sections conflicts with Band Techniques, which I really shouldn't drop, so that's out of the question, but the other two sections conflict with my Music 281, aka The First Half of Music History. I really don't want to take 281. Even in the old stream, I was going to take 272 and 273 and that would be all. Now, I know that I _have_ to take 281 (and 282), but I'm not sure if I need the credit before my APT or not. I certainly have room for both after my APT, but if I have to keep 281 or not be admitted to Ed for next year, then I'm down to the other 240 class. Which is full and I'm strictly speaking not allowed to take, even though it applies directly to my degree. I'm hoping that that discrepancy is just Bear Tracks being behind on things.
So, yeah. This is a little complicated. I am left with a few options:
1. I can drop 281 and try to force myself into 383 or 240 (I think I'd go for 383, since I like the prof and I'll have a better chance of getting into 240 legitimately in a couple of years).
2. I can keep 281 and try to force myself into that one section of 240, hoping that it has the same people I've come to like.
or
3. I can suck it up, leave my schedule as it is and do Drama only through extra-curricular stuff, like acting in the 383 and 483 scenes.
I am annoyed. And sad at the prospect of loosing touch with these people. Stupid 281. I was so excited to take 170. I thought I was finally going to understand all those stupid jokes that people like Ian Munro made about Brahams and the like. But no. It was feminist musicology, Chicago Style and Folkways. And a great many naps and stories about Auntie Brenda's newphews. And even though I quite like Brenda (and she's teaching 281), I have lost faith in the Music History curriculum at the U of A. Maybe I should say fuck it all and take that new 103 course on Popular Music.
1. Bear Tracks is going all Fort Knox and won't let me into either of these courses, no matter what. I'd have to beg my way in via the prof, because the courses are all full (except for one section of 240, but even that only has one spot) and the Drama deptartment doesn't keep waiting lists. Even if the classes had space, I'd have to get Connie at the Drama office to register me because for some reason I haven't yet been able to get around, I cannot seem to declare my minor. Grr. And 240 doesn't even let minors in, strictly speaking.
2. Both sections of 383 and one of the sections of 240 conflict with my existing schedule. Now, one of the 383 sections conflicts with Band Techniques, which I really shouldn't drop, so that's out of the question, but the other two sections conflict with my Music 281, aka The First Half of Music History. I really don't want to take 281. Even in the old stream, I was going to take 272 and 273 and that would be all. Now, I know that I _have_ to take 281 (and 282), but I'm not sure if I need the credit before my APT or not. I certainly have room for both after my APT, but if I have to keep 281 or not be admitted to Ed for next year, then I'm down to the other 240 class. Which is full and I'm strictly speaking not allowed to take, even though it applies directly to my degree. I'm hoping that that discrepancy is just Bear Tracks being behind on things.
So, yeah. This is a little complicated. I am left with a few options:
1. I can drop 281 and try to force myself into 383 or 240 (I think I'd go for 383, since I like the prof and I'll have a better chance of getting into 240 legitimately in a couple of years).
2. I can keep 281 and try to force myself into that one section of 240, hoping that it has the same people I've come to like.
or
3. I can suck it up, leave my schedule as it is and do Drama only through extra-curricular stuff, like acting in the 383 and 483 scenes.
I am annoyed. And sad at the prospect of loosing touch with these people. Stupid 281. I was so excited to take 170. I thought I was finally going to understand all those stupid jokes that people like Ian Munro made about Brahams and the like. But no. It was feminist musicology, Chicago Style and Folkways. And a great many naps and stories about Auntie Brenda's newphews. And even though I quite like Brenda (and she's teaching 281), I have lost faith in the Music History curriculum at the U of A. Maybe I should say fuck it all and take that new 103 course on Popular Music.
12/08/2005
It's Over!!
School, that is. Well, except for exams, which start Monday. Yesterday was the last day of classes and today was my jury, so now I get to relax. My jury went really well. Well, the piece went really well. The etude not so much, but I hadn't really bothered to learn it, and that's more or less why Russ made me play it. Oh, well. Russ, Deebs and Diane Pearson were on the jury, and their comments were good.
So Monday was my Scene Study final. It went really well. Scott and I were going to meet 15 minutes before class started to go over our lines one last time, but we both wound up being half an hour late for class because of absolutely atrocious traffic conditions. We were supposed to go first, too. ^_^ Oh, well. My prof had nothing but praise for my performance, which floored me, but I'm ceraintly not going to object. ;-)
Then I built my box. My valiant little box. I went to assemble all of the pieces (it was actually a model set for Antigone) the Tuesday morning during my break so that the glue didn't shrink or crack or anything in the cold, but then I remembered that I had an optometrist appointment that morning, so I had to be late for class to put the damned thing together. Good lord, that appointment took a long time. But I got contact lenses that work!!!!! They're not just the spherical myopia contact lenses, and they're not the toric myopia-astigmatism lenses, either. They're aspherical lenses, which apparently correct myopia and "mask" astigmatism. I'm not sure how that works, but I can see, so I don't particularly care. ^_^
Tuesday night was my night to do my last text analysis/character bone structure for my Scene Study class. I was going to go to yoga beforehand, though, but their online schedule was wrong, so I got there half an hour late. I was disappointed. But Joyce called and she wound up giving me a kind of personal yoga lesson. That was really neat, but it took longer than I should have spent. So I conked out before finishing the project and woke up really early Wednesday morning to finish it. And I did, too! I was actually kind of surprised. I wouldn't call it my best work, but it wasn't so much a matter of thinking it out so much as it was just writing it out, so I'm sure it'll be fine.
Actually, yesterday was a really good day, despite feeling like death for a considerable chunk of it. Katie decided to go to Safeway and the liquor store and get stuff to make her version of butterbeer. It was soooo good! It sounds totally disgusting to describe it, but, trust me, it's delicious. It contains rootbeer and butter, which are microwaved to melt and warm, respectively. Add rootbeer schnapps if you wish, and stir with a cinamon stick. I've always imagined butterbeer to be kind of hot apple cider-based, but this worked. Maybe I should have a butterbeer cookoff or something, where I make a batch of everything that butterbeer could be (one rootbeer, one cider, one wine/mead-ish) and see which works best. So I inquire: what do you guys imagine butterbeer to be like? It's supposedly mildly alcoholic and warming, but that's all I can remember for sure.
But, yeah, I drank that right before Conducting class, and then I fell asleep while singing. I dind't even know I could do that. ^_^
The feeling like death part starts here. I got a flat tire. I wasn't sure what was wrong until somebody tapped on my window and told me. Apparently, I ran over a screw. I drove home from the University, going slowly, because I wasn't sure what else to do. I thought I didn't have a spare because of a flat I got about two years ago, but I later discovered that I did. But, yeah, I went home and we had the AMA come over to replace the tire. It wasn't bad. I slept through it all, actually. I was soooooo wiped by that point. No damage to the rim or axel or anything, though, so it's all good. We got the tire repaired today, and when I went to pick it up, they even gave me the screw back~!
So what does one do after waking up in the evening feeling like death? Go drinking, of course!! Well, I only had one glass of wine, but I was so overtired that it felt like a lot more. The HCGSA (History and Classics Graduate Students' Association) Christmas party was last night at Yianni's. It was actually really good once it got going. I turned in pretty early, though, because of my jury this morning. But the Chicken skewers dipped in Hummous were very yummy. ^_^
And that brings us to today. I have until Monday to do essentially what I want, although if I want to do well on my exam on Monday, I will have to want to study. The trumpet players all went to Academy after juries because Russ didn't have enough time to go to Earls. It was yummy and enjoyable. And now I may just take a nap.
So Monday was my Scene Study final. It went really well. Scott and I were going to meet 15 minutes before class started to go over our lines one last time, but we both wound up being half an hour late for class because of absolutely atrocious traffic conditions. We were supposed to go first, too. ^_^ Oh, well. My prof had nothing but praise for my performance, which floored me, but I'm ceraintly not going to object. ;-)
Then I built my box. My valiant little box. I went to assemble all of the pieces (it was actually a model set for Antigone) the Tuesday morning during my break so that the glue didn't shrink or crack or anything in the cold, but then I remembered that I had an optometrist appointment that morning, so I had to be late for class to put the damned thing together. Good lord, that appointment took a long time. But I got contact lenses that work!!!!! They're not just the spherical myopia contact lenses, and they're not the toric myopia-astigmatism lenses, either. They're aspherical lenses, which apparently correct myopia and "mask" astigmatism. I'm not sure how that works, but I can see, so I don't particularly care. ^_^
Tuesday night was my night to do my last text analysis/character bone structure for my Scene Study class. I was going to go to yoga beforehand, though, but their online schedule was wrong, so I got there half an hour late. I was disappointed. But Joyce called and she wound up giving me a kind of personal yoga lesson. That was really neat, but it took longer than I should have spent. So I conked out before finishing the project and woke up really early Wednesday morning to finish it. And I did, too! I was actually kind of surprised. I wouldn't call it my best work, but it wasn't so much a matter of thinking it out so much as it was just writing it out, so I'm sure it'll be fine.
Actually, yesterday was a really good day, despite feeling like death for a considerable chunk of it. Katie decided to go to Safeway and the liquor store and get stuff to make her version of butterbeer. It was soooo good! It sounds totally disgusting to describe it, but, trust me, it's delicious. It contains rootbeer and butter, which are microwaved to melt and warm, respectively. Add rootbeer schnapps if you wish, and stir with a cinamon stick. I've always imagined butterbeer to be kind of hot apple cider-based, but this worked. Maybe I should have a butterbeer cookoff or something, where I make a batch of everything that butterbeer could be (one rootbeer, one cider, one wine/mead-ish) and see which works best. So I inquire: what do you guys imagine butterbeer to be like? It's supposedly mildly alcoholic and warming, but that's all I can remember for sure.
But, yeah, I drank that right before Conducting class, and then I fell asleep while singing. I dind't even know I could do that. ^_^
The feeling like death part starts here. I got a flat tire. I wasn't sure what was wrong until somebody tapped on my window and told me. Apparently, I ran over a screw. I drove home from the University, going slowly, because I wasn't sure what else to do. I thought I didn't have a spare because of a flat I got about two years ago, but I later discovered that I did. But, yeah, I went home and we had the AMA come over to replace the tire. It wasn't bad. I slept through it all, actually. I was soooooo wiped by that point. No damage to the rim or axel or anything, though, so it's all good. We got the tire repaired today, and when I went to pick it up, they even gave me the screw back~!
So what does one do after waking up in the evening feeling like death? Go drinking, of course!! Well, I only had one glass of wine, but I was so overtired that it felt like a lot more. The HCGSA (History and Classics Graduate Students' Association) Christmas party was last night at Yianni's. It was actually really good once it got going. I turned in pretty early, though, because of my jury this morning. But the Chicken skewers dipped in Hummous were very yummy. ^_^
And that brings us to today. I have until Monday to do essentially what I want, although if I want to do well on my exam on Monday, I will have to want to study. The trumpet players all went to Academy after juries because Russ didn't have enough time to go to Earls. It was yummy and enjoyable. And now I may just take a nap.
12/03/2005
Things I Learnt Today (and Yesterday)
Toan was being mugged when he was stabbed. So it's nothing to do with any kind of sordid lifestyle, thankfully, and he's doing a lot better now.
I prefer shopping with a 30% off coupon to doing homework. I bought the best argyle cardigan!
The "screaming punk" listening, which finally got to me on Thursday, is a mix CD created in celebration of the fact that Scott's then girlfriend wasn't pregnant. Now I understand why he titled it "Freedom 5000: The Way Lovers Flee Chaos." But, really, who thinks to celebrate that by making a mix CD?
Craft supplies are fucking expensive. The stuff for my model set cost nearly $50!
My jury will be OK. (If I ever bother to work properly on the etude.)
My Scene Study final, however, will be good pretty well no matter what. Good lord, that thing's taken a lot of work, but it's gonna rock. :-)
Oh, and one more thing I learnt last Friday, but forgot to mention: Peter's History student friends think I'm "hot." The word "babe" was apparently also used. I'm choosing to take this as a compliment, even if it was Pub Night. ^_^
I prefer shopping with a 30% off coupon to doing homework. I bought the best argyle cardigan!
The "screaming punk" listening, which finally got to me on Thursday, is a mix CD created in celebration of the fact that Scott's then girlfriend wasn't pregnant. Now I understand why he titled it "Freedom 5000: The Way Lovers Flee Chaos." But, really, who thinks to celebrate that by making a mix CD?
Craft supplies are fucking expensive. The stuff for my model set cost nearly $50!
My jury will be OK. (If I ever bother to work properly on the etude.)
My Scene Study final, however, will be good pretty well no matter what. Good lord, that thing's taken a lot of work, but it's gonna rock. :-)
Oh, and one more thing I learnt last Friday, but forgot to mention: Peter's History student friends think I'm "hot." The word "babe" was apparently also used. I'm choosing to take this as a compliment, even if it was Pub Night. ^_^
For Kaitlyn
My Adventrues with Soy Milk
I got sick. I had a bladder infection. Annoying. I went to the Medicentre. The big Eastern European doctor lady there gave me anti-biotics. Evil antibiotics. I was not allowed to eat dairy with these anti-biotics, lest I get horribly nauseous. So I bought soy milk. Well, first I had to find it. It never occured to me that there would be a type of "milk" that you wouldn't have to refrigerate. Apart from quickly discovering that I got horribly nauseous no matter what I ate while taking the meds, I also discovered that Vanilla soy milk is not the defualt flavour of soy milk. It made a wonderful latte, but didn't go so well in cereal, especially when it was warm. But I got home so desperately wanting cereal, having not had any in a couple of days (and I subsist on cereal), and it didn't occur to me that warm, funky-flavoured soy product would taste bad. I wound up not drinking the entire carton, and when my parents got back into town (they were on a cruise at the time), and they saw it, not only did I have to explain my follies, but I to to tell them why I hadn't thrown it out: it doesn't expire until March. March! So everybody feels guilty about throwing it out. So it'll sit in my fridge at least until March, or possibly until August, to be discarded only when we move.
The trump to this whole situation, though, doesn't have anything to do with soy: the anti-biotics didn't even work.
I got sick. I had a bladder infection. Annoying. I went to the Medicentre. The big Eastern European doctor lady there gave me anti-biotics. Evil antibiotics. I was not allowed to eat dairy with these anti-biotics, lest I get horribly nauseous. So I bought soy milk. Well, first I had to find it. It never occured to me that there would be a type of "milk" that you wouldn't have to refrigerate. Apart from quickly discovering that I got horribly nauseous no matter what I ate while taking the meds, I also discovered that Vanilla soy milk is not the defualt flavour of soy milk. It made a wonderful latte, but didn't go so well in cereal, especially when it was warm. But I got home so desperately wanting cereal, having not had any in a couple of days (and I subsist on cereal), and it didn't occur to me that warm, funky-flavoured soy product would taste bad. I wound up not drinking the entire carton, and when my parents got back into town (they were on a cruise at the time), and they saw it, not only did I have to explain my follies, but I to to tell them why I hadn't thrown it out: it doesn't expire until March. March! So everybody feels guilty about throwing it out. So it'll sit in my fridge at least until March, or possibly until August, to be discarded only when we move.
The trump to this whole situation, though, doesn't have anything to do with soy: the anti-biotics didn't even work.
12/01/2005
One Week and Counting
I just got an unpleasant e-mail telling me that Toan, a guy I went to junior and senior high school with, was stabbed three times. He's had surgery and is stable, but I have no idea why anyone would want to stab Toan! He's a great guy. It did cross my mind that it might have been a hate crime or something (he's gay), but I really just don't get it. And he's having problems with the University about postponing his exams, now...
Today was a mixed bag. I slept until nine, which was nice, but I couldn't remember whether my extra lesson was at ten or eleven, so I rushed to school, which was not nice. It was at 11, and was the best lesson I've had all term, which was good, but the lownjlounge was booked for some sort of luncheon (!), so I had to eat in the crowded Zoo. We played a neat Samuel Barber piece in Wind Ensemble ("First Symphony"), but Aura needed to take back all the parts for photocopying, so I don't get to futz around with it when I'm sick of my jury piece. My Stagecraft class had exam review with the good prof, but people were confused enough by converting board feet of lumber into linear feet (IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!) that time was wasted and we didn't get all the way through the review. I had a good rehearsal for my Scene Study project, but Scott only had 40 minutes, so it was really short. I went and saw Peter, but he was feeling funky. We decided where to go for our two year anniversary (which is offically on Monday), but we bickered about why he wouldn't go skating with me first. And I felt bad. :-(
But now I'm about to go to yoga, and I intend to actually make it there on time. Traffic seems a little more sane today than it was on Tuesday. And maybe afterwards I'll go over to Peter's and we can have some sort of Super Smash Bros drinking game to help him relax and get to sleep. ^_^
One week and counting until I can collapse.
Today was a mixed bag. I slept until nine, which was nice, but I couldn't remember whether my extra lesson was at ten or eleven, so I rushed to school, which was not nice. It was at 11, and was the best lesson I've had all term, which was good, but the lownjlounge was booked for some sort of luncheon (!), so I had to eat in the crowded Zoo. We played a neat Samuel Barber piece in Wind Ensemble ("First Symphony"), but Aura needed to take back all the parts for photocopying, so I don't get to futz around with it when I'm sick of my jury piece. My Stagecraft class had exam review with the good prof, but people were confused enough by converting board feet of lumber into linear feet (IT'S NOT THAT HARD!!!) that time was wasted and we didn't get all the way through the review. I had a good rehearsal for my Scene Study project, but Scott only had 40 minutes, so it was really short. I went and saw Peter, but he was feeling funky. We decided where to go for our two year anniversary (which is offically on Monday), but we bickered about why he wouldn't go skating with me first. And I felt bad. :-(
But now I'm about to go to yoga, and I intend to actually make it there on time. Traffic seems a little more sane today than it was on Tuesday. And maybe afterwards I'll go over to Peter's and we can have some sort of Super Smash Bros drinking game to help him relax and get to sleep. ^_^
One week and counting until I can collapse.
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