Tuesday, July 26, 2005

Don't even want to talk about it.
Due to collective idiocy, my friend visiting won't be coming down to see us, as I will be the only one in town the day she can come, and I'll be working, and she didn't call us last week when we were here and we didn't call her because calling her meant calling her grandmother, and that's just embarassing.

I think something stung my pinky finger just below the last knuckle.

I spent like 6 hours not being where I wanted to be, and the only consolation I got was a couple packs of funky origami paper.

Which I'll have to reimburse someone for as soon as my dad remembers about them.
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Sunday, July 24, 2005

At long last!
It being summer, I have finally done it!

What have I done???

I have had a day in which I kept my usefulness to under an hour!

True, I did help clean the house, but the rest of the day was television, books, phone, computer, loafing, television, and loafing.

Summer is finally here, no matter what the Office Max ad tells me!
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Saturday, July 23, 2005

Quite satisfied
Having finished Harry Potter and the Whatever the Heck They Named the Latest One Because I Honestly Can't Remember on Thursday, letting it stew, and tantalizing my family with my fabulous advanced knowledge of what will happen, since though I read it first, they care a whole lot more than I do.

And all I have to say is this: I'm quite satisfied. I didn't think Rowling had it in her to do what she did. I have been thinking it had to come, but that she was too attached to her characters to do it, but she did, and I'm happy. With pretty much everything she did, to all of her characters. I'm not throwing in any spoilers and incurring the wrath of some crazed fan who didn't want to find out yet, but for this: I'm especially impressed that she was able to create sympathy for Malfoy, who until now, has been abysmally too cruel as a preteen to be a good enemy, unless he was insane, which I don't think he was.

Because really, I've always been kind of judgmental about JK Rowling, because she's not nearly as good as my favorite fantasy authors and yet it's she that gets the whole "I never read a book in my life until Harry!" thing. But with her charmingly dark turn (and I say that because dark fantasy has always been my preference), she's taken a direction I really like.


Anyway, we were going to a Pawsox game, but when we got there 40 minutes after they opened the gates, they were sold out of general admission tickets, then we all kind of got in bad moods and people yelled and it was fabulous in a not fun way.

And my friend in MN who is out here right now hasn't contacted any of us about her "hope to see you then," which makes it awkward for us if we have to look her grandparents up online and call them to aske her down. Again.

Milk and cookies doesn't work with chewy cookies. Or cookies that aren't really very flakey.
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Thursday, July 21, 2005

Glah.
The library was crazy today. It nearly killed me.

Lately, I have given up sleeping. It's stupid, but I fall asleep by reading till I feel about to nod off, then I give up. So, the quality of my reading material affects how fast I get drowsy. It being summer, I have time to track down quality stuff/have to read the new Harry Potter before my friend comes out to visit because debating our common fantasy grounds is one of our hobbies.

Hence, I have not been going to sleep early.

Then, in the morning, I either need to be out by 10 for work or my sister is leaving for field hockey at eight or going to babysit early or my parents are going to work early or my brother has some lovely greeting early in the morning.

So really, I need to stop doing this.

But secretly, I think we all know that this will continue all summer, stop in September for about 3 weeks, then pick up again for frequent special cases, like lent books and manga, school reading, and Ray Bradbury.

I hate it when you just know you're doing something stupid and you don't seriously consider stopping doing it.

Then again, some of us have better records for stupid things than others.


My sister is always saying, "You know, when we tell people we did stupid things as kids, we won't be talking about drugs or sex. We'll be talking about walking into doors, tripping on chairs, saying weird things within earshot of teachers, and just really stupid things like that."

And she's really right. God, we're stupid.
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005

I wanted to clean the fishtank, but by the time I got around to being ready to do it, it's thunder and lightning all over the place and my mother won't let us use the bathrooms or leave the TV plugged in. So I couldn't really stick my hand in 29 gallons o
It was wicked hot today.

My new book of solos for bassoon: Beethoven, Bach, Tchaikovsky, Bizet, and the like, followed by Bernstein.

I guess this was an issue when it first came out in the 60s, because the forward tells me that the Bach can be played even without piano accompaniment, the levels of the pieces, and set up of the book, and that the publishers thought the Bernstein was a good contemporary piece for the set.

Whatever. Now I can learn "The Sorceror's Apprentice."

When the director brings kids to the elementary school to showcase instruments, he sometimes brings a bassoon, and kids now expect that piece. I've been afraid I'd have to go someday and be stuck playing "The Lonely Goatherd" as a fun, instrument oriented piece and make the kids who've never seen The Sound of Music feel inferior, since they're still young enough to think it's a classic they're missing out on.

Or was that just me?
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Monday, July 18, 2005

OMIGOD!!!! The new Harry Potter book! I could like, just die of excitement!

I don't get the Harry Hysteria. It's ridiculous. They're okay, but not that great that they deserve the hysteria over them.

I'm back from music camp, it was lovely. My roommate was a ditz, but we got along, and I made some friends with a whole bunch of girls, and we did not-too-hard music, and the girls next door were nice.

The best thing was that at night, after our faculty recital and when all the commuters go home, and it's like 9 or so, the dorm people go out and play volleyball for a few hours. The last night, they let us go longer, and it was so much fun. No one could play, so it was fabulous.

The worst thing was, we had the director's son in the group, so he tried so hard not to be associated only with his father, and failed. (Part of the effort involved dumpster diving for stray volleyballs, so it was a very sad effort.) But the counselors got him to dress as his dad and conduct one morning (which killed his dad), and it was wicked funny, and inspired us to spend a couple mornings debating the meaning of "milking a clam."

What the heck does that mean???

But now, I'm back and working and crap. Fun, fun, fun, it never ends. At one job, your boss at the other comes in and harasses you about being on vacation and at camp, and you want to die, life goes on, ob-la-di.

All I can say, is nowhere else will someone ever tell you that it's "really very sexy" to get leather pads on your instrument.
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Saturday, July 9, 2005

"Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress" is either a really good or really horrid name for a song.
I finished my essay. It kicks butt. Mostly because Daddy and I are mailing it to my teacher with 5 stamps: 32 cents, two 5 cents, and two 2 cents. It's quality. You can't make much of an impression through three essays for class on themes in novels, but people notice when the envelope has 5 stamps.

Right now, I'm giving myself a panic-induced ulcer and listening to my parents fight with their new cell phone. Apparently, it doesn't ring when called.

Going to music camp, back next Sunday, see you then.
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Friday, July 8, 2005

Sometimes, when people say what is phonetically "hey, y'all!" they're actually saying "hey, all!" and should not be laughed at.
Right, so I'm dead to the world, in a semi-vegetative state, writing my essay for a teacher that I don't even officially know I have.

My school doesn't give you a schedule till the first day (unless you're a freshman and you get it exactly 8 days earlier). So I'm doing summer work for teachers I don't even know I have.

Though in secret reality, I know 4 of my 7 teachers. But whatever.

I'm going to music camp next week. So I need to wash my T-shirt. Bye.
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Wednesday, July 6, 2005

When you get home from vacation, you have to do a whole lot of laundry.
So, yeah, we're all home and such. Great fun. I managed not having to climb more than one mountain. I kind of hate mountain climbing, and the day Daddy wanted to do a really strenuous one, Mother had a blister, so someone had to accompany her on a five-mile (though we thought it was three at the time) walk on flat ground, and I was rather relieved to volunteer.

Only Mother's camera died, so we can't proove our walk was nearly twice as long as we thought it was, but whatever.

But now that I'm back, I have to write my paper on The Stranger before Saturday, because while it's due next Friday, I'm going to be at music camp all next week.

I really don't want to write this paper. I have my topic and all, but we have to use something inthe environment of the novel to enhance our theme statement, and I can't even find a whole lot of description. Mostly because Meursault is rather uncaring about everything in creation.

I also have to learn 2 audition pieces for placement. I normally wouldn't care about auditions, but how much would it suck to know that I'm capable of being first bassoon in a nationally superior concert band, but giving one of what are becoming my trademark crappy auditions and being third in this camp?

Ugh. I'm going to give myself an ulcer.

If you're ever in Portland, Maine, visit Lenny, the only life-size chocolate moose!
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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Well, I'm off then ...
School is out as of Friday (and my last final, on Friday morning at 7:50, was just the worst thing I've ever taken ...), and we're going on our fun-filled family trip to Maine tomorrow. Joys.

On Friday morning, I dropped my CD player on the floor, and it didn't revive. It always has before, and this time it didn't. It made me sad, and panicky at the prospect of a trip without a player. So, I wound up getting an MP3 player thing and spending the past 2 days loading everything I own onto it. Except the 34 songs that just won't go.

And I'm happy with myself. Everyone has the 20 GB iPod thing, right? The 30 GB Creative Labs thing (Zen? Nomad? What the heck is it called???) is less, is easier to use, does a couple of really nifty things, and ultimately, costs less. So yays.

I'm done. People are insane over the upcoming trip.

See y'all in what? six days?
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