The Clam Before the Storm

Worthless piece of attention-whoring crap. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. This is insanely stupid.

Signing off.

Ugh.

I cannot parallel park.

Therefore, I am not worthy to live.

Because oddly enough, I have time to be bored at the moment, and because I don't feel like telling the entire world how twisted my life has recently become:

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says:
"comically unaware of what was happening in the windows all"

2: Stretch your left arm out as far as you can. What do you touch first?
the curtain covering my window

3: What is the last thing you watched on TV?
well, CSI is on but I'm not really watching it, it's just so things won't be so skeletally quiet (I don't want to think right now)


4: WITHOUT LOOKING, guess what time it is:
9:47

5: Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?:
9:51

6: With the exception of the computer, what can you hear?:
CSI on TV, cars outside, and the idiots next door being loud here and there as usual

7: When did you last step outside? what were you doing?
left the music building at about eight after working on my theory hearing stuff for an hour (I'm going to blow that hearing, but I don't quite care)

8: Before you came to this website, what did you look at?
checking CHUD.com to see if they had a new Daily Leak posted yet

9: What are you wearing?
wrist braces, blue shorts, green shirt, red slippers

10: Did you dream last night?
I don't remember... for some reason, I almost never do.

11: When did you last laugh?
Tahlmorra: Apparently, he found out my mother is dating, again.. A waiter 17 years her junior (she's 64)...
Bookwurm55: go your mom!
Tahlmorra: ..and, as he so delicately put it..it seems she's "gettin' some"...

12: What is on the walls of the room you are in?
not counting Kate's slobfest on the other side of the room, some photos, a poster of Tori Amos, and a poster of a dragon that looks more like a chameleon that my brother bought me a few years ago

13: Seen anything weird lately?
every day, man. you just have to know where to look.

14: What do you think of this quiz?
it's a decent time waster.

15: What is the last film you saw?
"The Cat's Meow" last weekend, which was interesting, but didn't make quite as much sense as I would have liked it to.

16: If you became a multi-millionaire overnight, what would you buy first?
a few new skirts, some rosin that doesn't suck, a new bathingsuit, and whatever fruit is ripe right now.

17: Tell me something about you that I don't know:
I can move my right pinky toe without moving any of the toes around it or using my fingers.

18: If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?
I'd make everyone a damn sight happier, for starters.

19: Do you like to dance?
Not usually, except in very rare occasions involving fiddlers and me not caring how I look.

20: George Bush: is he a power-crazy nutcase or some one who is finally doing something that has needed to be done for years?
No comment... don't even get me started.

21: Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?
hmm.. since I've never given this much thought, I like the names Andrea, Iris, Grace, Christine.. I'll have to think about this

21: Imagine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?
I really, truly have no idea. I like the name George a lot, though.

22: Would you ever consider living abroad?
Sure, why not?

someone shoot me please.

Well, it's April, and it's still snowing, and I still like the snow...

but the sheer persistence of it is really starting to bother me.

Water

If I were called in
To construct a religion
I should make use of water

Going to church
Would entail a fording
To dry, different clothes;

My liturgy would employ
Images of sousing
A furious devout drench,

And I should raise in the east
A glass of water
Where any-angled light
Would congregate endlessly.

-Phillip Larkin

Kat Declares Self to be Egotistical, Arrogant, Selfish

(And A Terrible Violist, Say Friends)

News At 11

Happy birthday to me. :)

As most of you who read this probably know, I've been having a lot of problems lately with sleeping because the drunks on my hall are so goddamn loud at all hours of the night... I've spoken to my RA, and the problem has since gotten better, but they were at it again tonight and you know something? Enough is enough, I say. There's only so much shit I can put up with!

There was a massive party going on next door tonight which I'd been listening to for about an hour and a half while I was working on my history homework... annoying enough when I need to focus on that, but as long as I'm awake, it's really sort of funny in a dry, "scientific observation of idiots" kind of way. About twenty minutes ago, I started to get really tired and decided I was going to go to bed... and then they turned on Britney Spears. Yes. Britney fucking Spears. Like I said, there's only so much I can take!

I had pretty much resigned myself to a sleepless night when an idea hit me... a really, really evil idea (which I of course am quite proud of.) I popped in the Nightmare Before Christmas soundtrack, turned the speakers around so they faced through the wall, and BLASTED "Making Christmas" as loud as Kate's stereo would go. That seemed to help, but not entirely, so... I put in Flogging Molly and some insane Jay Ungar fiddle music and the Infernal Dance from the Firebird suite and... yeah, you get the point, I think.

Ten minutes later, they appear to be gone for good (I think someone was coming out to tell me to shut up, left the door open, and Danielle- my RA who I love, oh yes...- promptly busted them for having more beer than you could pour into an entire bass section's worth of basses.)

I am happy. Oh yes.

They've shut up, so I'll stop... but man, if they turn it back up, so will I. This is the end of laying in bed and suffering listening to the 3am orgies next door. The END, I tell you!!!!

VICTORY IS MINE!

here's a sample of a week in my life. Just for kicks, I'll use next week, leaving out my obscenely busy weekend to spare your eyes from the horror...

Monday: Class and practicing from eight until either four or five. Oh, I pray for four... Opera dress rehearsal from seven until at least ten, probably later. This means I don't get to go swimming. Also, sightsinging exam.

Tuesday: Theory and piano exams from eight until ten or so. AM. Thankfully, I have no chamber rehearsal, which means nothing after that (except for homework and practicing) until a six o'clock quartet rehearsal, which I may have to beg my quartet to cancel if I'm just too exhausted. This is a nice day. They're never this nice.

Wednesday: A full day of class and practicing, eight to six, nothing unusual but in the context of this week it's going to be even more tiring than normal.

Thursday: Class from eight to ten, then homework, practicing, lesson, and hopefully a nap... again, no chamber, so this isn't that bad, BUT the opera performance means I have to skip yoga (die world die.)

Friday: Full day of classes (probably eight to four) AND a theory hearing... happily, I believe I have a surprise coming for me sometime that night on account of it being my birthday so soon and all.

Saturday: Opera.

Sunday: My birthday, which I've guarded like a mother lion... but it's starting to look like we may have to pull a major quartet rehearsal...

The week after that, I have two shows, a concert, a major project due, and ANOTHER big dress rehearsal.

It's really no wonder that I'm due at the injury clinic this Thursday at 3PM sharp. I just hope my poor joints and tendons don't give the PT people nightmares.

Oddly enough, I'm not in anything remotely resembling a bad mood, even confronted with all of this... I'm more or less happy, if a little hyperextended... just busy, is all.

Ah, life. *shakes head* Sometimes I don't know how I do it!