Thursday, December 16, 2004

I had/heard two really good conversations today. They made me laugh. That wasn't hard today, but I feel like sharing my joy.
Conversation One:

J: *babbling on about the men (and Kel is apparently one of them ...) in the Tamora Pierce books*

Me and M: *pretending to be interested, till M decides she's going to stop paying attention, meaning I have to so at least someone is able to make noncommittal noises when J asks quiestions*

J: *is done with Tamora Pierce* John Rzeznik is seriously the hottest guy I have ever seen. He's like, got really nice hair. It's like, blond and light brown and about an inch and a half long ... *continues on this strain*

Me: *notices two guys next to us listening in; wonders if J has noticed*

J: And have you seen the music video ... *babbles on ...*

Me: *nods and does history homework, forgets to keep an eye on J and the boys to make sure she keeps her conversation quiet*

J: And it's like, his shirts fit nicely in the front, tight, but not so unbelievably tight, and in the back, when he spins around, they're loose! How does he do it???

Me: Uhuh ... *continues homework*

J: And it's, like, he's muscled, but not too muscled, so his shirts look even better ... you know how like, some guys are just too muscled, and it's like, ew, and then they wear the shirts that are just so tight that ...

Guys: *start laughing*

J: Oh my God ... *stares blankly, then covers her face and starts laughing*

M: *giggles*

Me: *laughed, and kept laughing ... will never be able to look at J, M, or those guys ever again*


Conversation 2:

L: I thought it was Friday all day! I'm so disappointed! I went up to K a few minutes ago, and I was like, "Hey, we should do something this weekend!" And she was all, "Sure. I'm free Friday." So I was like, "No, I can't do anything tonight." So K went, "No, I said Friday." So I was there, "Yeah, Friday. Tonight." And K's there, "L, it's Thursday." I'm so disappointed ...

And it's sad if K's more together than someone, even L.
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Wednesday, December 15, 2004

Everyone's sick! So let's cram them in tiny corridors and make them breathe on eachother!
Yep. The absentee rates are way up because of actual ailments and false ailments that are gotten away with because of the real ailments ... and the people who bother to show are so disgusting, you wonder why you're here.

My sister is particularly gross. She's making Castle of Arghhhhhhhhh style noises and talking about how she's "diseased." Quite frankly, that's disgusting.

And when everyone around you is tired and disgusting, it rubs off on you. But it does make everything so much more pleasant when it passes in a haze of tissues and plugged up faraway noises.

I got a little hold happy at the library. I was over the limit and everything. It was great. Then, I realized that I'd have to cram all the DVDs and books into my bag to get them home. That wasn't so great. But, in the end, they all fit in the bag and the bag fit in the back seat of the truck after moving the dog, so it was all okay. Though, Daddy wouldn't let me put on some good music because the Whiner Line was on.

The Whiner Line! Oh, the things people with sports talk shows come up with! The Whiner Line is an answering machine at this radio station. You leave a whiny message. Then, the guys at theh station play some every night at 6! Isn't that a fabulous idea? You get crude remarks of all natures, and plenty of old men who oughtn't sing! And, to top it all off, they play freakish circus music during it. And, if you aren't close enough to Rhode Island while it's on, all you can hear the downbeats, which gives you a headache.

I hate the Whiner Line. Daddy loves it.

Hence, I hate the rides home from work. Because guess what's always on the radio?
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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

You're louder than you think you are.
Some people really like to sing. They sing all the time. Their families and friends tell them to stop. They try. They really do. But sometimes, it just happens unconsciously.

Keep in mind that when they finally get it in tune, they have to do it a few more times, to make sure it wasn't a fluke. Keep in mind that they really aren't trying to be loud. They're just making sure their sound quality is up to where they think it should be.

Be nice to these people. They really are trying.

They really should have support groups for us. Because Lord knows we can't stop on our own.

Every so often, my sister will tell me that she could hear me on the bus. Well, this doesn't concern me very much. I ignore her. (Hi Tea!)

Today, I was having a good morning. (I was feeling crappy, so I couldn't hear well, and this may have had some impact on this as well. Also, sometimes, feeling crappy just makes everything funnier.) I had a random Union Station need, so I popped an Alison Krauss disc in my player and immediately got into that wonderful bluegrass mindset.

See, the thing about Alison Krauss is, I can sing through the whole CD. I get reflective after about half of a CD of Celtic music or Simon and Garfunkel, I get distracted during the Corrs or Vanessa Carlton, and I get sad after "Haunted" on Evanescence. So I don't sing toward the end. But Union Station, I go the whole way.

Well, since I was sickish, I couldn't hear myself beyond how grandly in tune I was. Volume I had no concept of.

Usually, there are strict rules about where you sit in the morning. You always go to the same place. Today, however, a kid in my grade and his sister sat in front of me instead of the usual kid I don't know.

Well, his sister kept kind of turning like she really wanted to tell me how loud I was. Her brother caught on, and she kinda gave him this look like, Will she kill me if I tell her to be quiet? Well, he kinda knows I'm just odd and wouldn't listen anyway, and kinda told her it's not worth it.

Meanwhile, I got a kick out of this, and, being not awake and feeling crappy, got louder everytime she did it.

And for me, it was funny.

At the end of the bus ride, she tapped me on the shoulder and said, "You're louder than you think you are."

And this, at the time, was hysterically funny.

Now? I'm tired enough, it's starting to seem funny again. Especially since I have the art of pretending I'm listening to something hard and loud enough I can't hear people down and employed all the way home from school, when I had to dodge the seventh grade detention kids who just had to know what instrument I had.

Thanks, DeruDragonsong (sp?), but somehow, I think waving my arms might count as enthusiasm that detracts from the tone of teh scene ... seeing as how it opens with the line, "It must be by his death ..."

Though I'm sure that in a Monty Python sketch, that could be a hilarious arm-waving moment ...
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Sunday, December 12, 2004

Indiana Jones marathon!
Too bad the TV's on the fritz!

Oh well, I can still hear most of it.

Today was another thrilling day! I went to church! I ate four and a half meals (I know, that's just unhealthy)! (1. Breakfast, 2. lunch, 3. chips and refried bean dip, 3.5. brownies, 4. mulled cider, and 4.5. supper.) I went to a holiday open house! I watched Toy Story 2! I hid under a bed fort and played Monopoly! I sat on top of the bed fort and jumped on little kids! I was thoroughly attacked! I tried to memorize Shakespeare!

Question: How in the word does one dramatically recite a soliloquy? I mean, yes, emphasis and intonation and all that rot that I already have semi-mastered by watching too many flicks and being something of a musician, but I mean, you can't do props and much action ... and I doubt that anyone really wants to see me pace the way the guy in the movie did in this scene ...

Got somewhat quiz happy ...

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Saturday, December 11, 2004

And the beat goes on ...
It took me forever to get into the backroom!

When I first got here, the computer acted like I was a new user, so I had to give my userneame and password. Except I don't know my password. But I couldn't find the forgot password link. So I kept trying (since I also couldn't remember if there was a space in my username or not), and in the end, got fed up and just turned it off and tried again, and this time, things were normal.

Today ... I watched 3 hours of NGE, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, and assorted cartoons, then helped decorate the tree and boutght a shirt.

I really like how they handled Kaji's death in the anime. I think it really came through much better in the anime than the manga. It gave the sense that no one had time to mourn Kaji a lot better.

Bugging me: at one point in the dub, someone, I believe Misato, says something like, "Feeling nervous, Montressor?" and I got all excited about a good Poe reference. Then I stopped. Wouldn't it be Fortunato, not Montressor, who should be nervous? Or am I sorely confused?
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Thursday, December 9, 2004

10 Year Olds With Trombones
Shoot me. I just sat through an elementary school concert. Having watched Gilmore Girls, I now have control of my mental faculties again, and now I wonder why we bother to train our armed forces for combat at such expense when we could, for much less, make them impervious to most attacks and instill homicidal urges by just sending them to these concerts.

Half days are great. I'm never going shopping again.


You are Tim the Enchanter! Sure you can blow up
small objects, but no-one really respects you.
But you'll have the last
laugh...MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!


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That is just too awesome.
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Wednesday, December 8, 2004

HALF DAY TOMORROW!
Smallville ... it just keeps on playing ...

Today ... nothing happened.

I've discovered that, by ignoring my teachers, I save myself a lot of confusion. My innate inclination to pay attention will kick in again next year, when I fully intend to have a teacher worth listening to.
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Tuesday, December 7, 2004

Blick. The sound of pure disgust.
I got a pair of shoes today, and that's about all that happened that was good today.

I was told I'm really not wanted in tech (they won't find me easy to get rid of, though), I still haven't been able to get through all my backed up taped anime, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Gilmore Girls, and the NGE DVD I have ... Thank God I got through 12 Kingdoms the other day.

Pretty good, Twelve Kingdoms. Recommended. Not highly, but nonetheless recommended.
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Monday, December 6, 2004

Skipping tech ... heheh, suckers on run crew who will live there all week ...
Though I'd kill to be on the run crew ...

The concert went well. We had super attendence, which rocks, because we won't have a gym to do Pops night in next year, so we'll lose funds, especially after this year's trip to Indiana.

My shoulders have seized up, and I'm really not sure why ...

My friend burned my a copy of "Cruel Angel Thesis" and 5 of teh songs from WHR! Now if only I can plant the subliminal idea that I'd kill for the themes to Ghost in the Shell ... (the opening is very Loreena McKennitt, the closing sounds a lot like "Ruby Tuesay" ... Yoko Kanno, McKennitt, the Stones ... you do the math ..)
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Friday, December 3, 2004

I get my life back in two weeks!
This weekend is the concert, and next weekend is the play, so all last week, I've been so busy and then next week it'll be even worse, but after next weekend ... no play again till February, a slight ease up in the band schedule ...

I can't wait till I can go straight home twice a week instead of just once if I'm lucky!

There's nothing better for an ego than a bassoon lesson with a vocal teacher who wishes she had bassoon students when you're her only one.

Skwee. I won't be online tomorrow because of the concert, so I'll post tomorrow's thing today: Band set up, lunch, tech, concert! That's my whole day! How thrilling! How tiring! Good thing I could play the "Hallelujah Chorus" in my sleep!
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