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theladyroseTomorrow my 5 page paper on Ten Little Indians is due and I still haven't started. But I have two free periods, so it is all good. Right?
Thirty minutes later after the previous remark was written: I still haven't even picked a topic during this free period as I just went down to the bookstore with Sophia and waited for it to open up for about twenty minutes. Sophia is back, which is incredibly froody, but my paper still isn't really progressing.
A year and a day ago Cathy died. It's strange to think how short of a time it feels, but at the moment I'm in a state of relative neutrality. I'm getting on with my life, I guess.
But while crossing the street to get to the T&C yesterday night I kept thinking that I would get run over, but then I didn't. I don't know why exactly I expected to get run over. I was tempted to get a strawberry milkshake as a token of remebrance, but it was too far away to go to the place where she loved the milkshakes. I vaguely contemplated strangling myself with Pat's scarf yesterday at the winter concert, but I didn't for three reasons.
1. It wouldn't be very nice for Pat to find that her scarf was used to strangle someone.
2. What would my fellow Electic Penguin Anarchists do during "Ode to Joy" without me playing my two notes (believe me, it sounds weird when just one person is missing)?
3. I have no clue why exactly I wanted to strangle myself with her scarf in particular. It struck me as being a vaguely amusing notion at the time.
I'm strange that way.
The Electric Penguin Anarchist Bell Choir gave what was a reasonably marvellous performance last night. We stayed until at least 4:30 yesterday afternoon as an entire group and during break earlier in the morning to practice. And then the remaining five of us (the Cookie Monster, a.k.a. Becca, had to go home) practiced "Ode to Joy" madly and managed to memorize all of it by 7:30 that evening. Chelsea had to go pick up her sister at 4:30, and the remaining four of us practiced until 5:15 when Rachel complained about not getting any homework done. We ended up going to the silent study room conference room on the third floor to work. Jessa and Caitlin C's brother, Alan, were up there. Needless to say nothing got done. Alan was quite amusing; he was looking at the cover of my French book that I was reading, Molière's L'Ecole des Femmes, translated the title out loud, and then asked me if it was porn and tried to grab and read it. Hehehehe. The scary thing is that I haven't actually had any sort of conversation with a guy since the summer before freshman year, and at the bohemian writing camp at Stanford, even that was quite limited ("Can you please stop playing pool for a moment so you can open the window for me so I can get in?"). Apparently he's an Ultimate Frisbee player, which is why the others knew him. Poor Jessa tried to politely ignore us so she could work on her paper. Alan looks nothing like Caitlin.
But anyway, I had a wonderfully amusing time with my fellow EPAers. Rachel forgot her high A6 on "Ode" so she kept shaking this bag of cookies in her hand instead. Unfortunately I found this absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing whenever she shook them. I can't even start talking about her shaking those cookies without laughing a little. Eventually she resorted to tapping a pencil instead. And there were also lots of other little things-well, it's hard to explain. Everyone but Rebecca went to the T&C to get a pizza dinner, and Rachel and I swapped mushrooms and olives on our pizza. Yes, I had a great time last night. Our "Still, Still, Still" performance wasn't nearly as good as our normal practices, but our "Ode" was quite lovely considering we had just mastered it a few minutes before. Before we started playing "Ode" I told people that we were going to sound fabulous, and we rather did if I may say so myself. I almost never say anything like that, but I figured that I should stop being annoying worried Rabbit-from-Winnie-the-Pooh on everyone, and that seemed to work.
According to the iTunes music store, Henry Mancini's works fall under the easy listening category. And to add to the insult, it is being imported at x 2.2 though all of my other CDs were at approximately x 10.7. The shame, the shame!
This is why I infinitely prefer Windows Media Player, that and being able to choose which songs on a CD I want to import (is it possible to selectively import on iTunes? I have no clue how).
Does anyone want to take over my TA session today? Actually, it's Sara's, but she's sick and needs me to take over, and I have to get to bell choir. Erp.
Thirty minutes later after the previous remark was written: I still haven't even picked a topic during this free period as I just went down to the bookstore with Sophia and waited for it to open up for about twenty minutes. Sophia is back, which is incredibly froody, but my paper still isn't really progressing.
A year and a day ago Cathy died. It's strange to think how short of a time it feels, but at the moment I'm in a state of relative neutrality. I'm getting on with my life, I guess.
But while crossing the street to get to the T&C yesterday night I kept thinking that I would get run over, but then I didn't. I don't know why exactly I expected to get run over. I was tempted to get a strawberry milkshake as a token of remebrance, but it was too far away to go to the place where she loved the milkshakes. I vaguely contemplated strangling myself with Pat's scarf yesterday at the winter concert, but I didn't for three reasons.
1. It wouldn't be very nice for Pat to find that her scarf was used to strangle someone.
2. What would my fellow Electic Penguin Anarchists do during "Ode to Joy" without me playing my two notes (believe me, it sounds weird when just one person is missing)?
3. I have no clue why exactly I wanted to strangle myself with her scarf in particular. It struck me as being a vaguely amusing notion at the time.
I'm strange that way.
The Electric Penguin Anarchist Bell Choir gave what was a reasonably marvellous performance last night. We stayed until at least 4:30 yesterday afternoon as an entire group and during break earlier in the morning to practice. And then the remaining five of us (the Cookie Monster, a.k.a. Becca, had to go home) practiced "Ode to Joy" madly and managed to memorize all of it by 7:30 that evening. Chelsea had to go pick up her sister at 4:30, and the remaining four of us practiced until 5:15 when Rachel complained about not getting any homework done. We ended up going to the silent study room conference room on the third floor to work. Jessa and Caitlin C's brother, Alan, were up there. Needless to say nothing got done. Alan was quite amusing; he was looking at the cover of my French book that I was reading, Molière's L'Ecole des Femmes, translated the title out loud, and then asked me if it was porn and tried to grab and read it. Hehehehe. The scary thing is that I haven't actually had any sort of conversation with a guy since the summer before freshman year, and at the bohemian writing camp at Stanford, even that was quite limited ("Can you please stop playing pool for a moment so you can open the window for me so I can get in?"). Apparently he's an Ultimate Frisbee player, which is why the others knew him. Poor Jessa tried to politely ignore us so she could work on her paper. Alan looks nothing like Caitlin.
But anyway, I had a wonderfully amusing time with my fellow EPAers. Rachel forgot her high A6 on "Ode" so she kept shaking this bag of cookies in her hand instead. Unfortunately I found this absolutely hilarious and couldn't stop laughing whenever she shook them. I can't even start talking about her shaking those cookies without laughing a little. Eventually she resorted to tapping a pencil instead. And there were also lots of other little things-well, it's hard to explain. Everyone but Rebecca went to the T&C to get a pizza dinner, and Rachel and I swapped mushrooms and olives on our pizza. Yes, I had a great time last night. Our "Still, Still, Still" performance wasn't nearly as good as our normal practices, but our "Ode" was quite lovely considering we had just mastered it a few minutes before. Before we started playing "Ode" I told people that we were going to sound fabulous, and we rather did if I may say so myself. I almost never say anything like that, but I figured that I should stop being annoying worried Rabbit-from-Winnie-the-Pooh on everyone, and that seemed to work.
According to the iTunes music store, Henry Mancini's works fall under the easy listening category. And to add to the insult, it is being imported at x 2.2 though all of my other CDs were at approximately x 10.7. The shame, the shame!
This is why I infinitely prefer Windows Media Player, that and being able to choose which songs on a CD I want to import (is it possible to selectively import on iTunes? I have no clue how).
Does anyone want to take over my TA session today? Actually, it's Sara's, but she's sick and needs me to take over, and I have to get to bell choir. Erp.
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Date: 2004-12-02 05:37 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-02 05:57 pm (UTC)And yes, the EPA rocks. Ding your bells!