29.11.04

double shred.

we have a paper shredder.
It is sitting here besdide me...a paper shredder.

odd. but cool.

28.11.04

bap. bap. bee bap boo.....bap.

that's me scatting. Yep. scatting.

I went to the optometrist this morning, and did he have news for me! My eyes are a...soft prescription? They're working overtime, going crazy, tenser than a newspaper editor at deadline, run out of ink.

Yep.

That's my eyes.

So I can't get the glasses I need...my eyes will reject them! They will reject the help offered to them; my eyes are ungrateful. BUT...if we start with a mild prescription, we can work up to what I need, thus fooling my eyes into revealing their weakness, accepting help.

THE FUN PART: I went and picked out frames today. They're a dark purple/red, funky modern cat's eye thing....very chic. beeaaaaaam.

If I had a digital camera, I'd post some pictures of me in my new specs when they arrive. Oh wait...I do have a digital camera.

Hmm...

I'll see what I can do.

For now, children, go VOTE for the GREATEST CANADIAN!

22.11.04

weird. wierd? word.

my left eye is twitching.

drove past the coquitlam infamous pig farm...now i feel nauseated.

eeeyuch.

g'nite.



ps 'the incredibles' is hilarious. go see it.

19.11.04

smooooooooth.

When I got home from school this afternoon (YES!!! this AFTERNOON, not NEARLY MIDNIGHT. YAY)..anyway, when I got home I still had an hour to kill before work, so...I indulged in some girly pampering.

Yes...

Ladies and Gentlemen...

I shaved my legs.


And now they feel sooooooo good.



WOOT!

(too bad I'm single. Somebody besides me should enjoy this amazing-leg-smoothness).

almost...

ready for bed!
just a few more theory questions...

oh shooot.

um. i was going to blog about something...but oh wait...nothing has happened in my life since i've been living at school.

oh...except...i killed a spider yesterday.

a big one.

white and black and red...striped like a zebra. and it was huge. enormous.

now dead.

um...well. that's really all i had for you kids tonight.

peace out.


call me at christmas time.

17.11.04

C.H.A.D.D.

Cybertronic
Hydronic
Android
Designed for
Dancing


Coolest. Man. Ever.

Dance 360. Lame show..."it's a dance showdown, dawg, yooooo maaaaaaan!"

but this guy...this guy was cool.

15.11.04

hella footnotes.

14 pages, 70 footnotes, and 2,704 words later, my paper is over.

*sighs*

andrew says I'm an english major stuck in a music major's body. I sure hope so. I didn't talk about a single one of Scarlatti's compositions in this paper, just his life. If that gets me an A, it won't be because of anything music major-esque. That'll be english b.s. and writing skills all the way.

to bed now. My alarm will ring in 4 hours and 15 minutes. Golly gee, I love college.

14.11.04

read this, liked it.

The world thinks intimacy occurs in the dark, but God says it happens in the light. Darkness is used to hide our hurts, faults, fears, failures, and flaws. But in the light, we bring them all out into the open and admit who we really are. You were created for community.

once upon a time. dime..no...time...shoot.

You may not remember this post over HERE, but I sure do.

Read it.

And then come back here.

And I'll tell you that I got 51/52 on it, but she gave me a bonus mark for doing such a good job. Which means that...I got 100% on it!!!!

Hooray for 2 am!

13.11.04

996 done, 1004 to go.

well kids, here's the deal: I'm about halfway through my paper, and it doesn't read like a puddle of mud. Perhaps like a tall, cool class of chlorinated water, but not mud. So...it's not JUST WHAT you always WANTED...but it's good enough.

:D

My brother's girlfriend just called for him. They're talking now.
*sighs*.
I really wanted to call the BOY bass player tonight, but I got all nervous and so I didn't.
*sighs*
Now I have 1004 words left to write about more than half of Alessandro Scarlatti's life.
*sighs*
Oh, woe is me. Boo hoo...boo hoo....boo...aaaaaaaaah whatever. I'll be fine.

The other night I was having a bit of a panic attack, and I started thinking that MAYBE if I could just get injured...crash my car, break my arm, do something requiring stitches...then I wouldn't have to work on the paper. I could get a reasonable extension.

WHAAAAAAAAAAT!?!??!!!

That's insane. But sometimes, and I'm sure most of you will relate, the workload gets so piled up and crazy, that it destruction would seem easier than ploughing through it all, non?

Alright bellas and boys, it's back to my paper I go. I'm too good a driver to crash the car, and who would want to wait for 5 hours in a hospital line-up, just to get a few measly stitches, just to get an extension on a paper you could have finished during the hospital line-up, and in the end...there'd be no scar?

ah ha...long and crazy. That's this post.

bye.

12.11.04

puzzles

I've been going to school with the same 30 or so people since last September. Mostly, they're great. It's like family though--sometimes, you just need your space.

Two of the guys are just....more unique than I can explain to you. A couple of hard-working, pot-smoking gong shows, but even that doesn't do them justice.

This year...there's a bunch of new 18-year-old first year girls who are just ga gaaaaaaaaaaaaaa for them. They follow these boys around, always talking to them, flirting it up big time.

I just don't understand it, these are not the really hot, or really attractive guys in my program...there aren't very man of those anyway....but I just...it puzzles me.

Hence the title of the post.

Puzzle.

11.11.04

inspiration

my essay will be...a series of letters, written by Alessandro Scarlatti to his son, Domenico Scarlatti, both from the father-to-son angle, and also, from the viewpoint of their relationship as 2 composers.

yes.

that is my plan.

now, if only i could get started...that would be nice.

headlights?

As I descending into Richmond, the fog thickened.

Thick the fog became.

So I drove slowly. And got home safely.

*phew*

7.11.04

blablabhalbalbhbhtghglalbhghalal.

TO ALL THE ONES I KNOW AND LOVE:

Sometimes I am busy, too busy to hang out.
It comes from these assignments
Music, writing, reading Grout.
It is not because I hate you,
or wish to be way.
The reason is quite simple...I need a longer day.

Please do not be downtrodden,
or think that I am lost,
but lift me up in studying,
(or help me pay the cost;)

It's a good thing I am doing, on that we can agree?
To learn the gifts that I've been given
is a priviledged responsibility.
One day I'll sing you opera,
in Italian, German, French.
And as you shed a tear of wonder
you'll know just what I've meant.

For now, dear friends, I need the love
which you so freely give.
Please do extend it to me, though far from me you live
in schools, and offices, and carpools and homes
whose thresholds I may not soon cross.

I need you still
for you make my life
overflow with joy, with laughter.
I cherish very much in my heart
our times of regal chatter.

An essay waits, a song to be learned,
and so, dear ones, I part.
To end this poem I leave you with
my German word of choice.
It means "to go", in the leaving sense,
but in english, it sounds a gas.

So here it is! Fahrt! away!
now, now I must go.
To Jo, I say "in the morning, friend",
to the rest of you
I sing...

so long.

6.11.04

new?

does my blog appear on your screen in a bigger, rounder font that it used to?

no? then i guess my computer's just crazy (very possible).

yes? then my blog changed its own template (creepy).

BASS bass bass bass BASS bass bass bass...

over pie (the math symbol) and muffins (the food) and coffee drinks and bed-chillaxin' conversation the friendship is happening. and maybe more.

it's really good.

i'll keep you posted.

literally.

2.11.04

ode

o
i am full of
potato-leek soup.

so full of warm
warm soup.

happy with the taste
the feel
the warmth
of my soup.

o
i am full of
potato-leek soup.