Repetitious Writings

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 22:48:27 GMT

Just like to note that I decided to post on the exact center of this month.

Off to try and find some gifts for my parents; ta!

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 06:28:19 GMT

On a whim, I decided to host the sixth (did I make that number up? I have no idea... I know it's somewhere around that) annual SYMS New Year's party.

The sad thing is that, with every passing year, it starts looking more and more like an LHS with Aly and Lori being the exceptions, and Adam doing double-duty as the boyfriend/fiancé. Merg's abandoned us to live in Texas, Nick's married, Gerri has a baby... JK and Joanna sort of fell off the face of the planet. Oh... and Todd...well, *long awkward coughing session*

(THIS IS MY WAY OF ASKING MY FLIST IF THEY CAN THEY OF ANYONE I FORGOT TO MENTION! BECAUSE I PROBABLY DID!)

No idea why I decided to post this, other than that it's early in the morning and I'm unable to fall asleep, as my 4PM hour-long nap ended about forty-five minutes ago.

Confirmed guests so far:
Jesse
Adam
Pat
Clif

Aly+1 is a maybe, and I haven't heard from Lori yet.

Now I need to figure out what kind of stuff we're going to do. And clean the house a lot. *sigh* But at the same time, YAY. I actually want to hang out with people. That's pretty much a first for this year.

Let's hope I'm still in the mood on December 31st.

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 16:51:10 GMT

Okay...

I have no one to squee with.

Been listening to The Gathering Storm.

And...

HOLY CRAAAAP IT'S SO BAD ASS!!! I keep jumping up and down in excitement. SOO FREAKING AWESOME!

Anyway, in case any on the flist don't want spoilers...

!!!!

I'm only on Ch. 40 somethingth or so, but... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (-:

Thu, 05 Nov 2009 20:27:06 GMT

Note to self:

When one wants students to shush and sit, it is not a good idea to say both at the same time.

*blush*

Sat, 24 Oct 2009 23:05:12 GMT

Last night, Oystein Baadsvik came to UNH to perform a concert.

...

Ummm. All I can say, is YOUTUBE HIM. Here, I'll do it for you!

The piece: Winter, from Vivaldi's The Four Seasons
That video is from UNH LAST NIGHT Yes. That's a live recording, and I WAS THERE IN THE SECOND ROW!
I shook his hand.

Basically, ... um. yeah.

Things in life have been oscillating between very good and oh-golly-don't-make-me-go-back-PLEASE!

Probably should have documented everything-- the highs, the lows, the in-between. What's working and what's not. Haven't, though... Just too darned tired.

And I never practice. I've got a tenuous at best grip on my brass quintet (in fact, I think they tried to replace me a few years ago. They failed. HA to them, I guess.)
I'm fairly certain they all hate me, and I can't fully blame them.
But seriously, they (and by they I think I might actually just mean one of them, I have no idea about the others) pulled the most absolutely assholey thing on me a few weeks ago:
Decided at around 4-5PM to move rehearsal from 8 to 9:30 at night, KNOWING that I had to be at school by 7 the following morning. Totally lost it on them. WHAT THE HECK WERE THEY THINKING? if we only rehearsed for an hour (which is rarely the case), I'd have been back home around 10:45.

Now, I've got two 9PM rehearsals in the next several weeks. *sigh* Whatever, I still love playing with them, even though I know I'm the weakest link, and they're getting sick of me. Wish they'd just say it out loud.

This morning was a master-class... I sound awful, but it was fun and gratifying to know I was already doing some of the things he talked about. Got into a friendly power-breath competition with one of my first-ever tuba kids (JUNIOR SYMS 06 or 07, can't remember which)... I think we TIED! (-:

Been an icky day; Bari's a bit annoyed with me because I failed to take him for a long walk today.... he just keeps forgetting that he's the one that doesn't like getting wet; I don't mind it in the least!

Probably going to go to bed early so that tomorrow's productive. Goodness knows, today was useless after 1:30.

Tomorrow, I launder, homework, lesson plan, walk the dog extensively, and fix the door on the bathroom counter.

Chances are I will only actually accomplish one of those tasks, but I'll try...

it's worth it... yeah right!

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 20:06:57 GMT

I finally made it to the library!
... four hours later than planned.

But whatever, I'm here! And I parallel-parked quite terribly, if I do say so myself. still, I'm here, sitting in a weird chair, surrounded by weird people who are, by and large, not actually getting any work done. 'Course, I'm one to talk... LJ, you know, they grade me on this thing. Getting a C-.

Anyhoo. I have this big project, but I didn't want to have to cart tons of stuff up here, so I compiled a few of my binders and managed to squeeze what I thought was everything useful into a bag.
Fifteen minutes later, I finally get around to finding the papers for said big project, only to realize that... guess what?!
I left them at home. Wooo, go me.

Grrreeeat I tell myself proudly. Now I've driven out here, wasted probably forty minutes parking the darned car, only to go straight back home to spend another several hours re-getting ready to come back to this stupid place.
But wait, I tell myself. Maybe I can figure out what I need to do based on what I've already done.

I open up this document I haven't looked at in weeks, and what do I find?

For some inexplicable reason, I had decided to TYPE UP, WORD-FOR-WORD, EVERY SINGLE PART OF THE ASSIGNMENT, and then organize it into categories.

So yes, folks... Occasionally, OCD really pays off.

and now for a word from our sponsors:

I HATE LJ's rich text posting thinger. Everywhere else, I can use Ctrl+i to manipulate my text, and with this thing? It's actually easier to just write in the HTML myself. Pssh.

One Day in the Life Of...

Wed, 23 Sep 2009 00:00:06 GMT

Due to recent ridiiiculous events, I decided I'd share a few snapshots of my personal life... what it's like to be me

(Sorry, this is stream-of consciousness and I feel it completely misses the point at times, but the pattern dictates that today is a good day to update, so I might as well):

Shit shit shit shit I'm going to be late! Why am I going to be late? I had a whole hour to get ready and I was only on the computer for... oh shiiit! I mean Crap, Crapppppp I'm going to get coprolalia if I don't start swearing, darn it darn it!
I speed to school, wondering when it is that I'm going to be pulled over for speeding. What's the speed limit here, again? Crappp, 10 over is waay too much, slow down... and be late? Or be even more late because of the ticket? Okay, speed, at least then you have an excuse.
I'm five minutes late into the building, laden with bag and tuba, and then I rush into the office to apologize, where the rest of the music teachers are chatting. "Hi," they say with no mention of my lateness, and I instantly decide they've been gossiping about what a horrible student teacher I am, and that they wish I wasn't working with them. I'm caught somewhere in between leaving the area so they can continue their "special time" as they call it, or entering the room and trying (and failing utterly) to socialize. I end up doing neither, and sit at my desk to ~~stare blankly at~~ go over the lesson plan I neglected to modify for the 8th grade band. By the time I teach the class, I realize that I only know 4 out of 15 names, and that I can't remember when the last time was that I worked with them (and it's only been four weeks of school!). It doesn't go terribly well.

2nd period.
Mr. Kobb (quite rightly) wants to discuss the lesson with me, as we do after every one of my trips up the podium (this is a good and helpful thing). I'm supposed to be teaching the beginning part of a different 2nd period class, and I tell him that I'm supposed to be somewhere else, but not that it was to teach... both hoping and dreading that he'll let me leave before the discussion is over. Because if he does let me leave, then I have to teach something I don't have all the information on (Paul Simon and apartheid), but if he doesn't, then I've further disappointed the teacher who's made the biggest effort to be friendly with me.

Free period: I practice horn and clarinet. Not because I want to... oh no. It's because I want to practice tuba, but I don't want to be seen any more like that student-teacher who's only doing teaching as a "safety" for when gigging fails than I already am. My cooperating teacher gives me a look that says I should be doing something else, but I don't know what-- I've finished my lesson plans for the day, my desk area is clean, and I've organized the music... I don't have a computer so making more lesson plans seems like a waste of time, and trying to chat with them is just painful, because I'm constantly wondering how much they hate me. I keep oversharing and then ending sentences at awkward times, not getting my point across and therefore sounding like a terrible human being (ex. Someone mentions they bought Aussie shampoo, I mention that my aunt uses that on her dogs. Then I stop talking. Rather than add "and she spends more money on those dogs in a week than she does on herself in a year... furthermore, she only puts the best stuff on them!")
Anyway, I spend forty minutes practicing, the whole time wishing I was playing tuba and not the freaking clarinet.

Lunch time... the choir director tells me I'd make a good military sergeant, because I always get things done that need to be done (this was prompted by my giving someone a stand to use as a table... ?). Yeah, I'm sure that's what he means.. BOLOGNA! HE hates the military and he thinks I'm just a mindless drone with no real personality and no teaching ability... I should just quit now. Yeah, yeah... a compliment my asssss. I say, "My grandfather was in the military, and my brother, and my cousins, and some of my uncles..." because yes, let's talk about something boring, shall we?

More free time. Two cooperating teachers and another intern are going to observe a lesson-- ( one that I've seen twice that day already). They invite me to come. I say, "Thanks, but I've already seen that lesson twice today, I think I'll pass." (Because I figure they need some time away from my irritating self, and I want to practice TUBA for once, and the band room's quiet and I've got a headache, plus... I can only hear the same lecture on apartheid so many times... ) Choir director says something to the effect of "Yes, because that's what student teachers always do... pass," and then leaves. I panic. Should I have gone? IS my not going a black mark on my character? Have I further demonstrated how much I suck? What would a normal human have done in this situation?
I practice for fifteen minutes before becoming too stressed/anxious about the whole mess, and instead I stare at the names of the kids in the next class I'm going to teach, trying to match faces to names and instruments, and not doing terribly well, but then making a list so I can write detailed information about each student, so I can study them at night.

This evening.
I will go to the library at 5, and I will work. I will work on those two incompletes. I will write this entire library project and email it to my professor no later than Thursday morning, and then I can bring Bari back to live with me. (He's with my parents this week)
5PM zooms by and finds me watching House, because I've decided to make it the rule that I watch House now, and then I don't use the internet for anything but specific research this evening whilst at the library.
I then make a list of all the things I need to do before school tomorrow, and finish illegally streaming House ( Yes I do this, and I feel terrible every single time.) whilst sitting on my bed. Despite getting plenty of sleep the night before, I'm ready to go to bed... in fact, I've more than half a mind to just cover my face with a blanket and not move until the morning-- not even bothering to turn off the lights.
House ends, and I minimize the window, prepared to maaybe just get up and switch the lights off before crawling back into bed and admitting defeat... but then I see a picture of Bari, and the empty feeling I get whenever I open a door and he's not there looking at me makes me get up and finish packing up.
at 6::30 I leave, after spending 1 full minute out side the door checking to make sure that I've brought everything I need for a long looong evening "locked" into the library.

Two minutes after driving off, I'm convinced I forgot the text book, and didn't lock the door... Fuck it, I say. Serves me right if all my stuff is stolen. I'll STILL get work done! The whole ride down I try to decide what things I'll miss the most.... and I find myself not actually caring at all. For some reason I'm in a hurry, so I practically tailgate all the way to campus, where I pull into the library parking lot and find,.. not one single space. Oh well, I'll just park across the street... So I drive around in a circle and wait too long before switching into the correct lane to turn back towards the library... I might piss off the driver if I turn now, and that would be bad, and bad driving... I hate driving sooo much. So I go around the the loop again... and then, 3/4 of the way around, I say FUCK IT, and drive home, to the empty, dogless apartment. I conclude that Iwouldn't have gotten any real work done ANYWAY, and I might as well give up and email the professors my apology. That maybe tonight instead I'll write a whole week's worth of lesson plans and then on THURSDAY I'll be able to go to the library and enjoy an uninterrupted several hours' worth of productive work, since today my mind's just not working.

and instead of doing that, I wrote this entry.

[The entire day, words reverberate through my brain... from orchestra rehearsal. 'You were born to play the tuba." I know the guy just means that flute was not a good fit for me, that he was just being nice, petting my ego and the like... but I can't help feeling like... Yes, the tuba is where I am instantly happy. I glow inside when a kid talks to me because they're comfortable with me... and I feel jubilant when I get off the podium and feel like something's been accomplished... but just HOLDING my tuba makes me happy. Happier than when I'm not holding it, anyway. It turns the worst day ever into something bearable... it's like a shot of caffeine in the middle of a deep slumber... excitement and beauty and bliss. That's playing the tuba.

And teaching? ... I love everything to do with teaching except conducting. Tuba, though? I even enjoy counting rests. It just gets so stressful... because you have to make a judgment call. I cannot practice and get my work done and get enough sleep that I function the next day and take care of my dog and take care of myself. Something has to go. This week, that something is Bari, but that's a temporary thing

... and I have to ask... in a choice between my dog, and my tuba... what do I choose?]

Mon, 14 Sep 2009 09:55:09 GMT

I would love to spend this entry talking about the nuances of student teaching, how exciting/fun/terrifying/exhausting/exhalerating/stressful it all is... about the intraschool dynamics and always feeling like I act too overbearing or disinterested...
but I don't have the time. Been up for forty five minutes already, and all I want to say is:

5AM is beautiful. The sky was this gorgeous dark blue; with the light of the crescent moon (not full, sorry Roxanne you need to find something else to blame) just enough to brighten trail of two jets that must've flown by hours ago, with no other clouds in sight. Just stars. Orion's Belt was enormous.

And, have you noticed that everything's so much louder? Bari has this retractable 30-foot leash for when he wants to run, and it makes the most obnoxious click-claaang noise EVER, that never bothered me until this morning.

Good thing I had it, though, because some sort of littlish animal went streaking by us and the Booperkins (yes, I have stupid lame nicknames for my dog) temporarily forgot that he's afraid of pretty much everything.

Anyway, I must end the entry now, otherwise I'll have gotten up early for nothing: Need to come up with a standalone rhythm lesson plan for 7th grade general music. Elementary stuff is too childish, secondary methods was all about not!generalmusic, and I find myself for the first time rueing the day they gave Dr. DeTurk that class.

Wed, 09 Sep 2009 01:10:05 GMT

Thursday (or Wednesday if I find I have a second of free time and the inclination to write) will provide a real update to those of you who are curious as to how I'm faring... but for now:

The Wind Ensemble went on a recruiting field trip to local elementary schools today. All went well.

However, I was provided a situation I had not prepared myself for:

A few students asked me if "fetish" was a word.

...

The girl who asked the question uses the word like this:

"OMG, that's so fetish."

Again,

...

Somewhat related news:
My cooperating teacher is 99% positive that our bus driver for the day was a retired soft-core porn star.

aannnnnnnnnd

...

Mon, 31 Aug 2009 00:17:56 GMT

Alright, so... a hypothetical question.

Let's say you signed up for a class that meets from 7-9:30PM on Mondays, and you want to switch to another night. There's a large probability that you will be able to switch.

Should you still go to the class, just in case you end up having to stay in it? Or should you skip it, because it's a waste of 2.5 hours of life. Should you show up in the first ten minutes and drop? What if then you end up being unable to drop the class in the first place, and your cavalier premature ditching of the class puts you on a bad side with the professor?

I'm leaning towards just not showing up at all in this hypothetical situation, because if I end up having to take it anyway, I can just say I got confused/was busy (I'm a very busy person and I haven't got all day; it won't cost much, just your VOICE! YOU POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS! ... *cough*) and it will count as one of my absences, at worst.

So, friends list: sway me, please!

Side note: Bari was acting completely bonkers for several hours today, and I have no idea why. He's FINALLY relaxed enough that he's just sitting down... but earlier he tried to claw my arm off.

ANOTHER SIDE NOTE: I LOVE BROCCOLI!

SIDE NOTES SIDE NOTE: These actually appear BELOW, and not to the side. FAIL!

and finally...

PS: Tomorrow is my first day at CMS (where I'm student-teaching), and I'm so nervous I spent 20 minutes trying to pick an outfit... anyone who knows me will understand why that makes me feel even more freaked out. I mean, really! How many of us reaalllly thought about what our teachers were wearing? Were they even thought of as PEOPLE in middle school? I think not.

Thu, 27 Aug 2009 12:03:09 GMT

GRRRR FEST 09

This morning, at 7:30, was an all-district meeting, to be held at Exeter High. My cooperating teacher informed me that I didn't need to go, but I told him I wanted to (as per suggestion of my advisor, so as to FEEL like an actual teacher)

I was so nervous that I woke up at 5AM (thus getting around four hours of sleep). I picked out an outfit... about eight times. Did my hair... Looked very professional, if I say so myself. Walked Bari for twenty minutes. Then I made a lovely breakfast (bacon and scrambled egg sandwich, mmm) and lunch, looked up the address to Exeter high school, kissed Bari goodbye, and made my way out.

Put the address into my GPS navigator. IT didn't work... so I looked up Exeter high school. Found it! Yaay, followed the directions, had ten minues to spare.

The address it sent me to was someone's house.

I spent twenty minutes driving around in circles in Exeter, trying to find the damned school I called my parents to ask them to look up direction, and failed.

So, here I am, back at home. Bari acted like I had been gone all day, instead of an hour.

Annnd, if this seems like a relatively calm entry, I'll have you know I ruined the pattern by posting this today.

*RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE RAGE*

The worst part is that now that I've lost inertia, I'm exhausted. Thus, I'll waste this whole day sleeping. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Wed, 26 Aug 2009 23:27:49 GMT

As promised, I have some apartment pics for you!
...and one from a visit to Cambridge that I meant to post months ago.

Lounging Bari lounging on my bed like he owns the place... I guess he kind of does.

and it comes with... Yeah, so... my apartment came fully furnished. Complete with TV, a huge sectional couch (living room was a mess when I went around taking pics, so alas, I'm not showing it off) 500-lb safe and birdbath made of naked women. What I allllways wanted.

kiitchen It's mah kitchen. No more HoCo!

Dante Yeah... so, that's Dante. He also came with the apartment. I think he likes the bandana, what do you think?.

Cambridge Evidence that New England is evil. (if you can't see it, look very very closely at the street signs... I know it's not the best angle)

So anyway, things are going alright, I guess. Bari's doing well. I finally actually met someone from my apartment building. as in, we shook hands and exchanged names *gasp* She's nice, and has a dog named Fred (that's how we met... Bari and Fred wanted to play.)
My air conditioner seems to be broken a bit...

The other day, Lindsey visited, and that was pleasant. We ate cheesecake.

Tomorrow I have a day of teacher meetings, and also on Friday. I'm realllly worried. So much that as soon as this is over, I'm going to do all my laundry and then spend 20 minutes trying to pick out an outfit... knowing full-well that probably all the teachers will show up wearing jeans and t-shirts. But whatever.

And then I'll finish organizing all the stupid paper I have laying around the floor. And spend another twenty minutes trying to figure out what to do with my ridiculously long hair.

Sun, 16 Aug 2009 01:39:36 GMT

Hi there,

So... this is my first REAL Official... Sleeping-in-a-bed in my apartment night!

And I will be sharing piiicatures (-: ..... when/if I find the bloody connector thingy for the camera.

Bari's doing alright. Wicked cute. Though he did wake me up at 5AM. Really, a good thing, though... if i want to be at school by 7AM every morning, it would be best that I wake up early.

Umm, so due to the early rising bit, I don't think I'll be doing the pic update tonight, but definitely at some point this week, for those of you who are dying to see! (-:

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 17:15:46 GMT

Well, folks...

I'm in my final hours of working for DHMC as an office assistant, and this evening I will bring a final load of small "stuff" to my apartment.

No more shall I have to answer the phone with a ridiculously cheery voice, "Department of Surgery, this is Crystal!" and take messages for people with last names a mile long.

Never again will I file a single sheet of paper from her inbox into a binder that she never opens... or use her crappy hole-punch!

This will conclude five years of working here.

I reeeeally hope they write me a nice letter of recommendation, though I can't say I deserved it...

Writer's Block: Memo to Myself

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 14:20:15 GMT

If you could travel back in time, what advice would you give to your younger self?

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I unfortunately spend a lot of time thinking about this. It sucks, because there's so much I would change.

I think I'd go back to eighth grade, because it was a dark, lonely time for me.

-The most important thing I think I'd have to say would be: Now is always best time. Seriously. Procrastination=bad.
-Also, take some fricken AP classes, you idiot. College will suck less if you don't have to take freshman English.
-I'd tell myself that it's not possible for us to live without regrets; the only thing we can do is to live every moment knowing that we'll never forgive ourselves for the mistakes. Another way to say that is: don't do something without asking yourself if the regrets will outweigh the benefits.
-don't lend that weird girl your 3.5 player's handbook.
-don't delete your journal. You will miss it.
-don't confide that stuff about uwid to Cathy. Deal with it on your own.
-In regards to family health: Don't let them make Pop quit golfing. Keep the pool going. Remember the Chinese proverb, and change yourself first.
-Never let your dad fix your instruments!
-Ask for help, you nitwit!

*sigh*

I don't think anything there would alter the timeline too much, I mean, really... as long as I go to SYMS freshman year. I know myself pretty well, so I betcha I'd ignore most of the stuff anyway.

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 22:43:19 GMT

Just a quick post before I leave:

I'm in my new apartment, mooching internets off an unsuspecting neighbor. Bari's with me, but he seems kinda... completely bored out of his mind; he's used to having a lot of space to run around in, a lot of toys to play with, and a little black dog to torture whenever the occasion strikes.

Though it's a bit noisier than I anticipated (you can hear people walking up the stairs), the hallways (of the building, not my apartment; otherwise I would never have moved in) smell of cigarettes (though it's supposed to be non-smoking), and I will sorely miss the cabinetry we have at home (kyphophobia, anyone?), I think this place will be wonderful. Next week we'll (the parental units and I) be bringing in the big furniture (bed, table, chairs, etc), but lucky for me, there's not much. The couch is wicked comfy, and the TV's spiffy. Although, there are waaay too many mirrors.

If my phone's battery wasn't in dire need of charing, I'd post pictures of the birdbath, the safe, and Dante. I had originally planned to move the birdbath into the kitchen and convert it into a catchall, but the danged thing's heavy. Though... not as heavy as the bust. The bust is solid stone and waay way WAY too heavy to put on top of the fridge, so there goes that plan, as well. The safe's too high up to put much of anything on it, which also sucks, but heck, it's green; what more could I ask for?

Oh, and I sort of was supposed to leave awhile ago, but I reallly didn't get a whole heckuvalot accomplished the past two days. No excuse, but I don't feel too guilty about it; I never really got much of a break post SYMS (and the check for that was definitely not the amount I anticipated; whatevs. Worth it!)

Despite alllllllll the things I need to do before August 31st, this place is very calming, and I hope that sticks. I also hope Bari gets to like it a bit more. I dunno if he's just so relaxed because I'm the only human around, or if he's really just bored. Lonely? Well, whatever's up... he doesn't even wag his little stub of a tail when I talk to him, and that makes me go "sad face!"

Okay, gonna finish what needs doing, and then be off!

PS: I forgot how much I prefer full-size keyboards to laptops, and I shall miss my compy for the next five days.

Are You Popular?

Wed, 05 Aug 2009 14:09:33 GMT

Post two truths and a lie about yourself as an answer to Writer's Block. Have people guess which is the lie in the comments.

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I'm not actually that upset at the prospect of never getting married, of living alone my entire life.

I'm secretly terrified of living in my new apartment alone, afraid that everyone will forget about me, and I'll wind up never having anything to do but work.

When I was little, I loved singing more than anything, and probably would have become a vocalist if things had gone just sliiiiiightly differently.

PS:

You Are Not Very Popular

It's not like you don't have any friends, but you're definitely not the most popular of people.
You are usually the last to get an invite to something, even if you get invited at all.

It's easy to make yourself more popular. Be friendlier and more outgoing.
A little willingness to step outside your comfort zone is all it takes!

Are You Popular?

*coughs loudly*
Easy? EASY? Blogthings, I think you need to go screw yourselves soundly. EASY? My BIG SHINY BRASS it's easy.

It's hard, and exhausting, and you know what? Most of the time it's NOT WORTH IT.

Sat, 25 Jul 2009 03:17:19 GMT

I performed a solo on Johnson Theatre last night. It wasn't difficult or anything... but.... well, *shrug*

....

It really happened; it's done now.

Please, try to move forward.

Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:22:51 GMT

It occurred to me, mere seconds ago, that I have not seen a living soul today. The one person I spoke with online is someone I don't know in person, and it's completely possible I made up that conversation, as well as the various back-and-forths in the few communities I post in.

Thus, there could have been a zombie (or similar) apocalypse in the night, and I could be the only remaining survivor, already insane from loneliness.

How cool is that?

Tue, 14 Jul 2009 01:39:58 GMT

Junior SYMS in one respect is the biggest disappointment of all time.

Why?

WHY?

...

There are no tubas.

None.

So I'm playing for 2 out of 3 ensembles... and teaching a theory class.

Anyone who knows me understands how painful the lack of tubas is for me. It's like going to some huge convention for your favorite... whatever, and having the star speaker you paid 300 bucks for... just... not show up. Only it's WORSE!

The theory class has me really questioning whether or not I could ever make a good teacher. Any time I'm in front of them, I get tongue-tied and can't figure out what to say to explain things (today the topic was reading bass clef. That should have bean easy as pie for me). They don't seem to improve due to my impressive speeches, and, well anyway. Very stressful.

TWhat really bothers me is that if I sit with a kid for thirty seconds, I can usually get them to understand. Not to toot my own horn, but I mean it. Literally thirty seconds and I got this kid to finally understand 6/8 time, and another thirty or so to get him started on bass clef.

Anyway. Today was crazy hair day, and I took part in it. *grumble* unlike most of the bloody camp.*

Tomorrow is clash day.

I have soooo muuuch crap to do in these three weeks, I should really have used this evening off to sleep or get organized, but instead.,... I watched TrueBlood.

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 19:09:57 GMT

Note to self:

Find more icons, find different ones, change it up! PLEASE!

(-:

SYMS IS IN A FEW DAYS! I haven't even started packing yet! EEp.

I wonder how much more complicated things will be with it in the UQ/LQ... *ponders*

Further note: bombarding me with personal questions on a subject that I'm oobviously not comfortable discussing, is a method of showing you love your employees.

Sun, 05 Jul 2009 15:46:45 GMT

Lj seems to be asleep today... Not really surprising, since it's the Fifth (suddenly I have the intense urge to watch V for Vendetta).

Anyway, just felt like updating. I just almost accidentally rolled over Bari's face. He's fine, I just didn't realize he was underneath me, but he grumbled a warning.

Whata cuuutey!

*so excited to be living with him in a few months*

SYMS SOON!

And I get to spend 3 more weeks in the UQ, my home for four whole years.

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 14:53:49 GMT

Leaving work at 1:30 today.

Lots of stuff to do tonight...

Gotta start packing for SYMS!!!!

(-:

Came up with a pretty spectacular idea for a Counselor skit, hopefully it pans out-- seeing as this is probably my last year of SYMS.

Do you have any idea how saddening that is? 8 years of my life... Over by August 2. Who would I have become if I hadn't gone in 2002? Certainly not ME. Really though, I guess that can be said about anything.

Well, anyway... gonna go back to key-punching.

Mon, 22 Jun 2009 03:06:56 GMT

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my f-list, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so I can fill it out for you?

Wed, 17 Jun 2009 15:08:17 GMT

This has been a very philosophical morning for me... lots of deep thinking on me, and mine, and how I've changed since high school (reading old LJ entries is a strange strange experience)... it's weird being completely different and exactly the same simultaneously.

However, that's not why I'm updating:

I have green pants.