Thursday, January 29, 2009

Shot in the face

Don't think too much of the title. I'm watching Graham and his friend Wayne play risk, and I was struggling for a title. Which is when I generally just pick an easy line that I hear and use it. Voila.

And I've been meaning to do this for a while, but I haven't been in the mood lately.

Tag rules:

1. Go to where you store your digital photo folders. Open the fourth folder.
2. Go to the fourth picture and post it.
3. Explain the photo
4. Tag four people.

This is me and Elena at some sort of backyard party I was having. She found the camera, and did what Elena does, and takes lots of fabulous picture, this being one of them. This was after I shaved my head, thus the insanely short hair. I don't think this is the best picture of me, but at the same time, it's a picture including me, and a friend, and I always tend to love any picture of that nature.

Tagged: Amy, Andrea, Kristian, and Kevin.

I would have tagged Chloe and Rae, but I figured if I could tag people who haven't actually done it yet, I probably should. =P

Honestly, a lot of thinking has been going on these past few days. Not all of it good. The worst day had to be Tuesday night / Wednesday morning. But then that afternoon I sat down with my bassoon, and even after warming up, I was already feeling better. I love how practicing can just make me forget everything and keep my mind inside a practice room and on a task. It's a good feeling.

Of course, that can turn around, because there are times when life is so crazy that I can't make myself sit down and practice, because life is so insane that I can't focus and everything just goes downhill. But that's for another time.

Generally I hide out in my room while my brother has a friend over. But I like Wayne, and I clearly don't feel like hiding in my room right now. Thus, here I am.

Me and Mom had a nice night out. We talked about a bunch of stuff, which was good. I don't really talk to my Mom enough. Mostly because I'm only sometimes in the mood, which is my own fault. But still, it was fun. I wouldn't mind doing it more often.

On another note, I really need to find that balance between studying and practicing. It's a fine balance, and I clearly haven't found it yet, because I'm either feeling really good about my lessons, or really good about my classes, but never both. Sometimes neither, but that's another story.

Well, the thought of this weekend will probably get me through tomorrow. As well as Laser Tag in the evening. That'll take a lot of the week's worries away. Especially if we go for "beverages" after.


"I think it's a fantastic idea. In fact, all of you should commission me to write pieces for birthdays."

Monday, January 26, 2009


I'm currently sitting in Mac Hall. In about an hour I'll get up and schedule for work, and then proceed to sit around for another hour before going to class. I've been more unproductive than I really should be.

But I did get my theory homework done already. Which means that is one thing done that I now don't have to think about for the next week.

Anyways, I really only have one thing to say, that I've been thinking about since Thursday, and only now have had a chance to sit down and blog about it.

These lines of this song seem to mean something significant to me. The scary thing is, I think it may be because I believe it's true, in a way. I still haven't completely figured it out.

And you'll forget you love her
When she forgets her lines
So don't believe the actress
When she cries


"And now, a Kristian solo."

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Mixed messages

I always feel bad when I come out of a good experience, and yet I seem to rant about it more than I rave about it.

I don't even know how that happens.

Like tonight's performance of West Side Story. It really was a blast. And yet when I got in the car with Mom and Alicia, the majority of the stories I told were all the things that annoyed me or bugged me during the evening.

Don't quite sure what that means. But oh well. So sometimes it's just safer to straight out ask me how something was instead of basing your opinions on what my stories seem to infer.

After saying that, it occurs to me how ridiculous that sounds. So disregard that statement if you wish. I know I probably would.

I've also discovered that I can be a very traditionalist person in some ways. Probably due to that whole hopeless romantic side of me.

I could elaborate, but at the moment that takes more thought than I really feel like putting into this blog.

On another note, my goal of being productive is already not working out so well. I was hoping to at least attempt to set a good work ethic, and then let it slowly fall out as the semester goes on. Instead, apparently I'm starting out the term with very little work ethic. Oh well. That just wouldn't be me, would it?

Then again, West Side has been taking up a lot of time. So let's blame it on that for now, and we'll see how I do next week.

Talking about anything else requires me to think, and I'm pretty sure I've used up most of my brain power for the day.


"If Ken batted his eyelashes at you, you'd give him extra bacon, wouldn't you?"

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Too much of anything is bad

I am a music student, am I not?

And we enjoy the odd inappropriate joke and sexual innuendo now and then, do we not?

Yes, I am a music student. And yes, music students are not the most pure and innocent people on the earth.

But honestly, when somebody is doing both of those every 30 seconds? Seriously? It gets old after a while. Did I say after a while? I meant very quickly. Especially when I'm not enjoying the rehearsal as it is, having to listen to that come out every half a minute did not improve things much. Like I said, we do enjoy those remarks now and then. Emphasis on 'now and then'.

Apparently his definition of 'now and then' occurs much more frequently than mine does.

But seriously, bursting out in hysterical laughter when the conductor asks us to start at bar 69? How old are you, 30? Do you do that every time a conductor says 69? Because honestly, I got over that one in grade 8.

Anyways. In other news.

I still can't find my theory textbook. It has to be in my house somewhere, and yet I can't find it. I'm thinking I may have to resort to asking Kristian if I can use his.

Should I be alarmed by the size of the wine glass that my father enjoys carrying around the house? Or rather, by the quantity of wine in said wine glass? Hehe.

By the way, for anybody who cares, I'm having another house party on March 13th. Possibly the 14th. Anyways, sometime that weekend. Mark it down. It'll be good times. I'm sure we'll all need a good night of drinking by then.

Heck, it's only the third day of term, and I already feel like I need a good night of drinking. That can't be a good sign.

(Note to self: do not forget to go schedule for work tomorrow. That will be bad.)

File, save.

It'll be nice to finally perform West Side Story in front of a big audience. So much of the energy gets lost as you rehearse, and rehearse, and rehearse. Adding an audience gives back so much more energy into the show. It'll be fun, I think.

I'm also really looking forward to the weekend. Speaking of which, I think you were right about my thinking, although I didn't realize it at the time. I really hope we get the chance to sit down and talk. In case you didn't realize this, the desire to talk never really leaves. But that's for another time.

Oh, also looking forward to sight reading easy music tomorrow. The university is hosting a clinic for a jr. high school, so a bunch of people in wind ensemble are giving lessons before rehearsal, and then we're going to sight read their music for them. And apparently they're in grade 6 or something, so I'm quite excited.

I think looking forward to things is an important aspect in life. I mean, what are we doing of we have nothing to be excited about? If there's no anticipation for anything coming up?

Breaking news of the day: I wasn't actually that bad (mood-wise) this morning. I got out of bed on time, I actually made sure I was sitting up before I turned off my alarm, so there was no chance that I would roll over and go back to sleep. I gathered what I needed, and even asked my brother for a bus ticket, along with an explanation about how I left my university pass in my locker.

I'm seriously going to try not to procrastinate so much this semester. I can already feel that goal fading a little, but I am going to try. Delong gave us a weekly schedule for listening and reading, so I'm going to try to keep up with that.

I also hope my laptop stops acting weird. It'll randomly go completely black in class and refuse to come back for about 15 seconds. Which is especially annoying in class. 15 seconds may not seem like a lot, but history profs can say a lot in 15 seconds, and if I'm sitting there attempting to encourage my laptop to come out of it's phase, that's not exactly helping me retain anything that he's saying.

Well, I could probably find more to say, but I shall save that for another time. Once again, kudos to those who actually read to the end of these ridiculously long posts. Hopefully this, in some way, makes up a little for my generally infrequent posting rate.

Did that sentence actually make sense? Oh well. You're the ones reading it, you deal with it.


"Do you need another story about me cross-dressing?"

Monday, January 12, 2009

First day of classes

Uncreative title, I know.

Truth be told, I honestly don't have much to say right now. But I'm not doing anything else, and I know I haven't posted in a while.

Classes started today, as I'm sure you've figured out. It's actually a relief to be back. I was going a little stir-crazy by the end of the holidays. Cabin fever and all that. So it's nice to be out and doing things instead of sitting at home all day.

Janos wasn't here for Musicianship, which was really disappointing, because that is by far my favorite class. So that was sad. But I like our Theory teacher this semester. She seems really funny and I'm excited to have her for the next few months. I'm not sure what Delong is like, who I have for History. I've heard he's pretty good, but I am a little sad that I won't have Sallis again. I was looking forward to another semester with him.

So now I'm just sitting in the lobby, waiting for rehearsal to start at 3:30. I have to leave in the middle to go to Philosophy, so we'll see how that goes. And then it's back to rehearsal. But at least rehearsal is going along a little more productively than it has been.

But seriously, I really have nothing significant to say. So I'll just mention a few more things before I go and do something else to waste time until rehearsal.

I was offered another teaching gig, which is nice. It's up at some camp, and there's two grade 7 kids. Apparently they're the keen, eager type. So I'm excited for that. It's even early enough so I can drive back in time to make Wind Ensemble rehearsal, which should make everybody happy.

I'm also feeling slightly antisocial at the moment, which is making me feel bad about people around me who I'm kind of trying to avoid eye contact to make it clear that I'm not really in the mood to chat. Does that make me a bad person?

Anyways, off to waste time, until I have something hopefully a little more meaningful to say.


"You mean I actually have to prepare myself before my classes?"

Friday, January 02, 2009

This time again

I'm feeling strangely isolated this New Years.

As I have for almost every New Years.

But alas, Chinese food awaits me in the kitchen.

I shall explain later.

Just so you all know I haven't forgotten about you.


"Aw, look at all the aliens burn."