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Sep. 4th, 2007 08:49 pmFOR THE FIRST TIME IN THREE YEARS I ACTUALLY HAVE A WIND ENSEMBLE FOLDER!!!!!!!!!!
AND NOTHING WILL MAKE ME GIVE IT UP.
SO THERE.
BITCH.
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Mar. 23rd, 2007 07:14 amIn... oh, about half an hour, I will be leaving on the band trip. I am so freaking excited, I can't even tell you. I love playing my clarinet, I love performing for people, I love traveling around with a group, my boyfriend is going, Nora is going, it's all wonderful.
Be ready to check Facebook for the photo documentation when we get back.
But I also have a Chem test on Monday, and it's really freaking me out cause I have zero time to study this weekend. Oh well, that's college.
See you Sunday!
Be ready to check Facebook for the photo documentation when we get back.
But I also have a Chem test on Monday, and it's really freaking me out cause I have zero time to study this weekend. Oh well, that's college.
See you Sunday!
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Mar. 19th, 2006 12:28 amSaw Heather's play tonight. I think I'm now officially a Tennessee Williams buff. God it was sad. Good, but sad.
"The show is over. The monkey is dead." I don't know if that was supposed to be funny the first time, but I laughed. The second time, definately not. Shawn shot my pregnant cousin!
I don't want to go back to school. Don't make me!
They showed this clip on SNL of Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase when Pryor was on the show. They're like doing word association and all Chevy's words are black slurs, and all Pryor's are white slurs, and finally they get to:
Chevy: Nigger.
Pryor: Dead honky.
I am very easily amused.
I came out as a slasher to my mom, and I'm not really sure how she took it. She's been irritable all day. But she didn't really seem to care too much, so I bet it's ok.
I feel like I've wasted this whole vacation. I didn't DO anything. (Not that I actually had anything to do, but still.) I didn't even practice my clarinet once all week.
Oh well, there are worse things I suppose. Like having to tell JVL* that I'm not going to be here this weekend because of the band trip.
Oh, and if you are in a horror movie and you have sex, you will die. No matter how bad the CGI is.
*JVL = John van Luling. I'm stage managing his senior seminar.
"The show is over. The monkey is dead." I don't know if that was supposed to be funny the first time, but I laughed. The second time, definately not. Shawn shot my pregnant cousin!
I don't want to go back to school. Don't make me!
They showed this clip on SNL of Richard Pryor and Chevy Chase when Pryor was on the show. They're like doing word association and all Chevy's words are black slurs, and all Pryor's are white slurs, and finally they get to:
Chevy: Nigger.
Pryor: Dead honky.
I am very easily amused.
I came out as a slasher to my mom, and I'm not really sure how she took it. She's been irritable all day. But she didn't really seem to care too much, so I bet it's ok.
I feel like I've wasted this whole vacation. I didn't DO anything. (Not that I actually had anything to do, but still.) I didn't even practice my clarinet once all week.
Oh well, there are worse things I suppose. Like having to tell JVL* that I'm not going to be here this weekend because of the band trip.
Oh, and if you are in a horror movie and you have sex, you will die. No matter how bad the CGI is.
*JVL = John van Luling. I'm stage managing his senior seminar.
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Oct. 19th, 2005 09:55 amYou know what I love? Playing my clarinet. I'm such a freaking dork.
But this is my ninth year playing it, and I always forget how much I love it. It's a skill I have, it's a part of me, and yet I never list it as an interest or a hobby or a part of my personality when I describe myself.
But it is. It's part of me. I like playing it. It's fun. And I'm not very good and it makes my thumb hurt something awful but I still like it.
Just thought I'd get that out there.
Had the insane urge to walk up to Artie today while he was leaning casually against the wall and go, "Anyone ever tell you that you look incredibly hot when you stand like that?" But then common sense kicked the crazy aliens out of my brain, and he'd changed postitions anyways.
Professor Lubkowitz: Sometimes, when you sit quitely, and your cells are replicating, you do hear the Bee-Gees. (Loooong story, but briefly he made an analogy between centromeres shooting out microtubules randomly and then retracting them and John Travolta's dance moves in Saturday Night Fever. Well I thought it was funny.)
Finally, I was feeling pervy when I uploaded my new icons. Heh.
But this is my ninth year playing it, and I always forget how much I love it. It's a skill I have, it's a part of me, and yet I never list it as an interest or a hobby or a part of my personality when I describe myself.
But it is. It's part of me. I like playing it. It's fun. And I'm not very good and it makes my thumb hurt something awful but I still like it.
Just thought I'd get that out there.
Had the insane urge to walk up to Artie today while he was leaning casually against the wall and go, "Anyone ever tell you that you look incredibly hot when you stand like that?" But then common sense kicked the crazy aliens out of my brain, and he'd changed postitions anyways.
Professor Lubkowitz: Sometimes, when you sit quitely, and your cells are replicating, you do hear the Bee-Gees. (Loooong story, but briefly he made an analogy between centromeres shooting out microtubules randomly and then retracting them and John Travolta's dance moves in Saturday Night Fever. Well I thought it was funny.)
Finally, I was feeling pervy when I uploaded my new icons. Heh.
