February 2010
“I guess I’ll take care
of my heart and brain and hair
with a soda for...”
January 2010
I would love to perform Yann Tiersen’s music in an orchestra. WOULDN’T THAT BE GREAT?
I really do have a lot on my mind, and I wish I could either be alone for a while or to just be able to talk about and sort out what I am thinking to someone. Unfortunately, but also fortunately, I have visitors today and tonight that I have to cater to and be a good host for. These visitors do not make the best of listeners, and I do not feel like sharing these thoughts with them anyway. I HAVE...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
Tonight
Hot Chocolate, Yeasayer, analyzing Frescobaldi’s Ricercare after the Credo, music theory counterpoint, paper writing, peer editing, new toothbrush, Borodin, and not worrying about anything.
“Every morning I wake up to my mom cooking the very thing that I had told her I...”
– Here is another bit from a different paper. This one just does not make sense. The poor level of writing at DePaul is truly astounding.
“Appearance isn’t everything. But try telling that to a person, who spends...”
– FIND THE ERRORS. This is the opening paragraph for a paper by a peer in my Composition & Rhetoric class.
Paul Stamets on 6 Ways Mushrooms Can Save the... →
“Will you miss me?”
“Would Halloween miss pumpkins?”
“Well that is that and this is this.
Will you tell me what you saw and...”
I love recalling old memories, even if they also make me upset.
I remember when I had double date cranium nights at Starbucks every Friday night for a solid two months.
Sometimes I feel so uncertain. Today has been bizarre, complete with many strange, unsettling conversations. Humanity is puzzling, right?
“but come saturday, you’ll come to stay
you’ll come to sway in my...”
I am freaking out a little bit.
Was that too excessive?
“When we eat factory-farmed meat we live, literally, on tortured flesh....”
– Jonathan Safran Foer
The wind section in orchestra got lots of compliments from Dr. Cliff Colnot. That makes me feel so, so good. Time for more rehearsals, bye bye.
I hate when I say I am not going to have a busy week, but then I end up being incredibly busy. I also hate that I only have time to be on the computer for five minutes at a time. I know I should feel happy being busy doing the things I enjoy and that I am not wasting a lot of my time surfin’ the web, but I miss my best friends. I don’t know what is going on in their lives or how they...
Today has been a great, productive day, so I must brag:
1. In Aural Training, I got everything correct. Melodic dictation, harmonic dictation, rhythmic dictation, I GOT IT ALL.
2. I bought all the bassoon reed making supplies I could possibly need. It was expensive, but it needed to be done, and now I will be able to practice, practice, practice making reeds like a good student.
3. I finished...
Today, I woke up at seven like a usual Monday morning. I turn on the water to begin taking a shower, and I soon realize the water is boiling hot, no matter what. I set it on cold, boiling hot. I set it on medium, boiling hot. I set it on hot, boiling hot. I set it so it is barely on, boiling hot. Hot showers are nice, but if I had taken a shower in that water temperature, I would have gotten...
If you want to read a book that will horribly depress you and mess up your whole day, I recommend Invisible Monsters.
I just discovered it is currently being made into a movie. Jessica Biel is playing the main character, which I find simply amusing.
“Cruel Amaryllis, who with your very name
teach bitterly of love, alas!...”
– Giovanni Battista Guarini
How do boys have the ability to entirely take up all of my mental capacity at a given time and make me have the most unhappy feeling in my stomach?
Butterflies, butterflies, butterflies.
This is old news, but check it out. →
This still blows my mind every time I read it, or hear about it. I am seeing the CSO perform three times this month. I get a lesson from the assistant-principal bassoon player from the CSO every week. I am so lucky.
Things like this help me realize that I really should not complain about my life as much as I do.
I have never struggled more with a paper than tonight, and it wasn’t even a hard topic. It should not have taken me hours and hours to complete. It is still not complete. I mean, it is finished for now. A decent rough draft. The final draft will hopefully be a million times better, and I hope by the time this paper is done, my mind won’t be as distracted as it is now.
CAN WE MAKE THIS OFFICIAL ALREADY?
I love sleepy talk.
Last night, I saw the CSO perform Bartok’s Bluebeard’s Castle. It is a one-act opera, with a gruesome plot. The opera is based off a Mother Goose tale, which really does not make any sense to me. The story seems way too morbid to come from a children’s tale. To put it simply, it is about a man who has a blue beard and can’t express love and enjoys torture. No woman can give...
I obviously won’t be going on the computer as much now that I am at school. I have barely been online. That is weird for me.
“There’s a bend in the wind and it rakes at my heart There is blood in the thread and it rakes at my heart”
The Crane Wife sounds entirely perfect on vinyl.
