“So I finally got to see a win in the Rose Bowl. It was really great. Uh, we played the wolverines in, uh, I don't know...it's not really a play-off system, but for kind of the third place spot. But apparently, because the wolverines were ranked second, we took over second, so that'll be good for starting next year.
Anyway, my voice is horrible and I wanted a record of it. Because um, well, kind of because I cheered hard, but kind of because I was sick going into it, coming from Honduras, which is a whole 'nother great post. So, anyway, I'm walking back um, from the band office to my apartment aaand then I will be going home, which is great.
So. I wasn't sure how you sign off a voice post, so "fight on" will have to do it!”
“This is just a test. Umm...I don't really have a lot to say right now, mostly because...ummm....mmm...I have no good reason. Ummm, that's it. This'll be the worst, most lame voice post ever. But it's okay.”
dream: wed night/thurs morning 26/27 April, before 3:30am
running from the Russians down streams and creeks. at night, taking shelter in trees etc. until I realize that people leave their houses unlocked and I can sleep in the closets, standing in the corners far from the doors all hidden in the clothes. one day I meet this other girl in the same closet, doing the same thing, except she is really loud and I’m scared that she’ll get us caught (and presumably killed) so I keep telling her to shut up, wait to talk until the morning. then we’re in germany, and now it makes more sense because we’re jewish and we’re avoiding nazis. I have a friend (who is basically kai chyuan) at a german university, so we meet up with him and try to just blend in. we walk through campus a little bit, and it's surprisingly like ucla. we go by the art library on the way to the food court, and i mention how easy it would be to live in the library for a while. at this point, i start to recognize the girl I’m with as someone i know in real life, but I can’t remember who she is. me and the girl and kai chyuan are at a food court commons which is downstairs, but still outside. it’s raining and it’s an open-air thing, but we don’t care. I apparently don’t want any food, because I’m not eating when my mom and dad call me, asking about classes, specifically pre-med ones, and which of them I’ve already taken. I try to answer them quickly and quietly, because I’m afraid that if people hear my voice, I’ll get in trouble/get caught by the nazis. then my mom goes, oh, I hate stairs… so I look up and she’s at the top of this medium flight of stairs at the opposite end of the dining commons. and she says …but I’m coming down anyway (and she’s pregnant). I go, oh no, don’t do that, I’ll be right up because it’s rainy and I don’t want her to slip. I think daddy was behind her.
then I woke up because of the goddamn neighbors and their music. this dream was weird. but i wanted to see where it went. oh well. at least i can work on my papers.
This picture amuses me because I just changed my profile name and it looks like myspace is scared of me. Myspace: Oh, hello papers. AAAAHHHHHHHH!!! OH GOD! me: hahahaha
I just thought I'd share. I'm waiting for motivation to strike. Because I need to do those screaming papers. Four of them. Two should be a breeze, one should be ...not so bad, but for the last one I actually need to provide two drafts because I never turned in the first draft. Eeep. And sigh.
And I'm not getting any better with regards to discipline. Tonight I'm going to dinner with a professor through USIL. Should be fun. Last time, I learned how to say "Go fuck yourself!" in Hebrew. It goes something like this: Lekh dezdayin! Ahh, we have the best department chair in the world.
Okay, I'll try to buckle down now. One last scream: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
I'm going to transfer in all of my Myspace journals and backdate them. Just to have everything in one place. I'm not sure yet how or if I'll transfer the comments.
That's it, basically.
edit: Myspace music only shows the album so that's what I'm going to put. Just for the sake of authenticity. Plus I don't feel like figuring out what exactly I was listening to. So albums are in quotes.
Oh, daylight savings time. I loathe thee. Not in the fall. Just in the spring. But without the spring one we couldn't have the fall one...ooooh. Okay, I hate you both.
Last night (rather, this morning at 4am) I thought I would fall asleep listening to music, for reasons that will soon become clear. I have a nostalgic attachment to Gustav Holst, and I was browsing around my iTunes library when I found that somehow my Holst CD had been eaten by the computer. So I found it and burned it back on. I love that CD. So I switched my pillow around, got my headphones, set the volume and hit play. And then fell asleep before I even finished the first suite. Oh well. Maybe it affected my dreams in a good way. I can't really tell. It was good to listen to it again.
I'm not actually sure where I was going with this blog. Probably just stalling going to the library to start research for my paper that was due last Monday/Friday. So it's not likely that I'll get any leniency when I talk to my TA. And I was doing so well! An A on the midterm, moderate participation in discussion... I am a lazy awful person. We'll have to work on that.
I remember my real purpose for this blog. Last night/this morning, I came up with a fun new blog title: Full-Frontal Nerdity. Little did I know it had already been taken by about half of the internet. Damn.
The RIAA has brought a suit against more people, and one of them goes to my school. Will this make anyone stop downloading from Limewire and stuff? No...it just irritates. Reeaally strongly.
Speaking of musical illegality, you may or may not have noticed that my profile song is by a group called India Enjoys. Yeaaaaah...no. It's just songs I like. I think I'll use it to post my musical likes and dislikes as well. I'm not even sure which one I have up at this moment. If it's "The Blacksmith," it's by Steeleye Span, whom I highly recommend.
Also an irritating thing I have discovered: Fahrenheit 9/11. It had its funny moments, but overall, I had this sense of "Fuck you, Michael Moore." He's very self-important. Or maybe I just don't like documentaries: we also watched "When We Were Kings" in that class (CTCS 192m: Race, Class, and Gender in American Film) and I didn't like it very much either.
The professor is also irritating, mostly because his lecture style is very...bombastic, I guess. He rags on Bush for his awful speaking style, but his own is not so great either. He is a very repetitive speaker. And he will sometimes fluster himself up and say something like this: "They killed themself, dying in the process." Huh-what? That's a total Bush-ism! When he said this, he was talking about terrorists, the Columbine shooters to be specific. He was trying to make the point that people tend to think of only Arabs as terrorists and ignore or do not really think about other terrorists right here. He also used McVeigh as an example, which I feel was much more accurate than the Columbine kids. They terrorized, but they weren't terrorists. Terrorists have an ideology; the Columbine shooters had sociopathic personalities and access to guns. I was going to bring that up, but I didn't really get a chance. And I got too distracted in whatever game I was playing.
So, I guess this blog can be summed up as "Suck it, RIAA. And Professor Boyd."
Anyway...reaaaally delayed update to that last post.
So we got there (the Director's Guild of America bulding on ghetto Sunset) a little late and waited in line. Eventually, the lady in charge told us we might be able to get tickets, but we wouldn't get to go in until they had finished screening the episode. And it was a new episode!! Well, that sucked royally, but what was the most frustrating was that they expected us to pay the full $25 for just the second half. Twenty-five bucks just to sit and watch actors talk/answer questions...uh...
At that point, Michelle and I were a little fed up with the whole thing. I noticed that there was a gaggle of cameras in the back of the lobby by a door and a logo backdrop (you know, those white cloths/papers that have some logo plastered all over it that the stars have their pictures taken against). I wanted to go check it out, and so we decided that if there was a big chance of us seeing/photographing any actors, we would give up on getting into the theater and would just get pictures and do something else. I ducked out of the line and went over behind the cameras. At that point, Lisa Edelstein had just come out and was having her picture taken. I waved Michelle over, excited practically out of my pants. Then the actress who plays Cameron came in, and the cameras went wild. It made us glad to not be movie stars. They were just like "Rachel, over here! RACHEL! Hey, Rachel, smile over here for me!" Actually, I don't know what her name is, Rachel just sounds right.
Theeeeeeen...JESSE SPENCER! I turned so red, according to Michelle. I was apparently starstruck. For real. Like flustered and all. And I didn't even come that close to him! I mean, I've been closer to George Lucas, for God's sake. So I got out my camera and the damn guard comes over; "No pictures. No, you can't do that." Because I'm totally going to blind them with my insignificant flash or something. Bitches and hos. ILLEGALITY! Michelle is taller than me and so I stood right to her side and turned off the flash and snapped off a few shots. Then, as I was trying to get another one, High Laurie walked in. I was standing behind Michelle at this point and I kind of whisper-screeched "House!" as I sort of wobbled. I basically ended up biting her shoulder. Oops.
And then I had the most beautiful shot with both Jesse Spencer and Hugh Laurie lined up between two cameramen's heads (all cameramen are freakishly tall, by the way). And the guard came walking our way and I put the camera down before it had properly taken the picture. AAAAAARGH! First, I'm pissed at my temerity. I mean, I could have taken a really good picture and then made a dash for the door and a bus stop or something. Second, I'm pissed at the guard for being an ass. Third, I'm pissed at my camera for sucking. But eh. I'm going to be in LA for three more years at least. I will see more famous people.
At that point we left and decided to go to the Grove, since the night was still young. That was fun. I bought books and it felt good. And had a delicious crêpe. Mmmmmm...
i discovered a new band, mostly through my roommate's listening to them. they're called metric and they're really good. well, i say they, but i'm actually not clear if it's a singer and some back-up musicians or an actual band. but whatever. they are not the reason for this blog.
on wednesday i went with michelle to try to get into this William Paley Television Festival that the museum of television and radio was putting on. we were really excited because House was the featured show that night, but kind of apprehensive because the tickets were sold out and we didn't know if we would be able to get in. the main draw, of course, was that the cast would be there for a question and answer panel and that we would get to see an episode in a theater. and we would see the cast in person!!!! eeee!
the problem was that the buses were a little slow and when we got there, the line of people waiting for tickets was already about 15 people.
well, with irma's blog as my inspiration, i discovered a couple things today and i will share them with you if you care.
i have no life outside of band. i need to work on that. even within band i'm still kind of fringe. am i afraid of commitment or of looking foolish or something? i don't know. i'm socially inept and i think i want a boyfriend but i can't think why. that's no good. but when you're 18 and you've never been kissed you kind of wonder if you have some backwards body dysmorphic disorder where you perceive yourself as more attractive than you really are.
i think i'm lacking in ambition. i feel kind of stagnant right now. i don't know what i want to do with my life. i love the idea of being a doctor (i blame it on house and nip/tuck and sort of on CSI) but i don't want to do the work. i don't know if i could do the work. i'm so used to being told that i'm so intelligent and making the excuse that i fail at things because i'm lazy that i don't know if i'm lying to myself about the laziness being the cause.
it felt good to get that out of my system. hopefully i can make something out of it now. or when i wake up. that's a better plan.
Jesse Spencer is hot. With three t's, even. I can't even express it in words. And I love House. Great show, great lines. Offensive, yet touching. Thrilling, yet, funny.
That's about it. Short blogs are really irritating, aren't they?
Oh, and I got my library card at the central library today...that building is GORGEOUS. The collection is amazing. It even has two mini art galleries. And I can get there and back for only 50 cents. Awesome.
Another random observation: drunk people are hilarious, even from a distance and when you can't see them. Example? Of course. I'm sitting here, wasting my time, and all of a sudden I hear this loud group outside do the SoCal Spell-out. School spirit, great, yay and all that...but it's nearly 1am and not even football season. I got a good laugh anyway. This lost something in the re-telling.
Basketball tomorrow. Beat the arizonans of whichever stripe. Sundevils or...um...wildcats? I'll be there. I'm the one in the red shirt...with the hair....and the face...you know.
JESUS CHRIST!!!! Or just that one fucking fucker, meaning, specifically, my roommate. Let's start at the beginning. I'm lucky on Thursdays. I don't have class until 10:00, so in the interests of sleeping later and being happier, I set my alarm for 8:45 or something. My roommate is not so lucky, and I feel sad for her. To a point. That point occurs around 6:30 (ish? I don't know, I was in a sleep haze) on Thursday morning when her alarm went off. And kept going and going and going...
You know how time in the morning is really weird? You can open your eyes, see the time, go back to sleep, have 3 or 4 dreams and wake up only 2 minutes later? So imagine how long a minute feels when it's filled with that piercing alarm clock buzz. And it wasn't even like it woke me up; it had me in that funny state where you do all sorts of uncoordinated shit to make the noise go away. I've woken up on the floor with my clock horribly off time because of my random flailings at it because of this disconnected panic alarm clocks can send me into. Anyway, I turned her alarm clock off.
Then I fell back asleep since I had a good 2 hours left to sleep. Unfortunately, I ended up sleeping another four even with YET ANOTHER interruption from Lindsay's side of the room. When that went off I yelled to her again, but it apparently didn't work, since when I woke up at 10:15 or so she was still sleeping and I had missed my first class. I tried waking her up (3rd time here!) and then went off to take a shower. When I came back, she was still asleep so I yelled her name again and shook her bed. I went into the closet to change, and when I came out she was finally awake. She then proceeded to bitch me out for not waking her up. AREN'T YOU A FUCKING COLLEGE STUDENT? Then she went on to the alarm clock issue. Which, after a little rational thought I understand. However, I was not rational or functioning when it woke me up. You, obviously, were a level or three below where I was, so don't even give me shit. That thing rang for a minute. You can't miss a minute of an alarm clock going off, even with earplugs. Which she wears because she's too chicken to tell the neighbors to turn their music down even without face-to-face communication. All it takes is a little pounding on the wall. But I could not muster any witty reparte (right word?) with a towel turban on. I couldn't muster anything except "It went off for a MINUTE, Lindsay."
So that's my story. I proceeded to get on with my life and went off to my next class. She proceeded to sit her ass down at her noisy laptop (which she never seems to turn off). If I had missed two classes in a row (not ditched them), I would certainly go to the prof/TA and see what I missed and what I could do. Or at least email them. I don't think she did that, and if she did, I don't care. Fuck her.
I would have let this go and not committed it to virtual paper except for the fact that she came home tonight (being Saturday, for god's sake) and said, right after an "Oh, thanks" in response to my "Hi. There's birthday cake in the fridge if you want some," "About that alarm clock thing...[and here I was hoping for a sorry I blew up at you]...You can't turn off my alarm clock like that." Um, hello? That was 3 days ago. Is it still bugging you that bad? It is not MY fault you missed class twice in a row. You did the first one all on your own. The second one, you had 1 full fucking minute of alarm bells, 1 phone call, a total of 3 "Liiiindsay, alarm clock. Liiiindsay, wake up."-type things (it's sing song-y because I was tired), and one shaking of the bed frame. Are you dead every night/morning until noon?
In conclusion, I've stopped being funny and started being too repetitive and Lindsay's a bitch.
The end. I hope Sarah Silverman will cheer me up in a half hour. We'll see.
On Monday, which was Martin Luther King Day, and therefore a holiday, I volunteered to do a gig. It was for the former baseball coach's (Rod Dedeaux) funeral. Who the hell has a marching band at their funeral? Item number one of weirdness: band at funeral.
Item number two of weirdness: I actually volunteered to get up early on a Monday morning and get in uniform and risk my ego and dignity with the prospect of freshman entertainment (which, thankfully, did not happen). I don't like sleeping late, but I also am not a big fan of early wake-ups. In my defense, I got free breakfast and free lunch. And another breakfast box to take home, since there were so many left over. And I'm living in hopes that one day, one day I may get a paid gig. Which is less and less likely the more I think on it. Probably it's only ten-pieces, and since I don't play brass, I will never be on a 10-piece.
Item number three of weirdness: the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels. It's certainly gorgeous, but a little weird. I'm much more in favor of the traditional buildings like Notre Dame or St. Paul's in London. It was a gorgeous day though.
Basic timeline and roster: 9am report at Stonier, gather uniform and junk. The nice thing about gigs is that even lines by hierarchy aren't that long. In addition to our uniforms, we got a new piece of music to learn by the time we got there. Apparently, Coach Dedeaux really liked this song Macnamara's Band, and/or it was/is kind of like the baseball team's fight song. I really have my facts straight. So we had a little bit of sectionals time to learn the song (cheese factor 10, although it definitely sounds better in pieces. The parts are much better than the whole they make up.) and then we got on the bus to go. Only three clarinet freshmen were there: Krista, Jonathan, and me. Actually, it was pretty much a perfect group, all people I'm comfortable with, except Roberta and Julie, and I'm coming along with them anyway. So it was us 3 freshmen, Sara, Meredith, Cati, Wade, Roberta, and Julie. We rode with the trombones I think, but it didn't really matter since their freshmen sat waaaaay back there with them. Freshmen clarinets get a bum deal, basically. Fuck brass players.
Except these guys...(and actually, fuck 'em anyway. Being funny doesn't excuse you from being pushy or whatever.) Once everyone had changed into uniform and gotten off the buses, we arced up in the courtyard where people would be coming out after the funeral. And this is another item of weirdness, kind of related to Item 1. Why would you subject mourners to a funeral at approximately 9 in the morning? And further, why would you subject them to a marching band, especially one as ...um...rambunctious as ours? Actually, everyone was pretty subdued and we only played two rock charts (which is still two too many, but I guess Bartner couldn't be stopped or the guy wanted those two). Basically, we played Fight On!, Tribute to Troy and Conquest 3 or 4 times each and Macnamara's Band 2 or 3 times. But I digress. We weren't exactly sure what all we'd be playing, and so people were discussing amongst themselves likely options. These three trumpets in front of me were talking about it, and one goes, "Crawling in the Dark!" I burst out into this cackle thing, which was kind of embarrassing, mostly because it was loud, but also because there were a few people around that had filtered out early or that had gathered off the street and I didn't want to be screaming with laughter at a funeral. I mean, seriously. But the trumpets didn't stop there. The second one suggested "In the Stone," and the third one helpfully contributed "Another One Bites the Dust." When I first started laughing, they turned around and grinned, like they were proud of themselves (understandably). When they started suggesting the other two, I kind of lost it, and I had to turn around and laugh it all out while trying to keep the volume down. Just ask Sara; I was standing right next to her. I was so glad I was wearing sunglasses. They hid my tears of laughter pretty well. Then we started with Conquest and the rest. Dr. Bartner called Sing Sing Sing, which is an okay rock chart for at a funeral. I mean, if you have to have one, Sing Sing Sing works okay. Except for it starts out with dancing and then has some pelvic thrusts in the middle. So we just left those out. So Sing Sing Sing was not too bad, but then after another interlude of Fight On, Conquest, and junk, he called up Johnny's Mambo. Uhhhhhhhhh....that was awkward. To the max. Pretty much everyone agreed afterward.
There's more, but not too much more. I have to go play dodgeball though, so I might put some more of this up after. Century REPRESENT!!!!!
I just got my grades...and I'm now a C student. I have nothing higher than an A-, and I'm quite pissed off with myself. I excpect my grades to be a lot better spring semester now that I've shocked myself so badly, but still. Not cool. I thought my ling grade would be a solid A, but I guess I didn't do as well on the final as I thought I would. The last sentence tree kicked my ass. I also didn't expect a C+ in anthro, but I guess my term paper was pretty appalling (if he even accepted it) and I didn't really do the last journal. I thought I would have a B. My history grade was a solid C, which is good considering that before the final I had a 62% D. And I'm immensely proud of the A I got on the final. The problem was the shitty job I did (or didn't, actually) on the family history project and the D I got on the midterm. I got credit in the my freshman seminar, but I still was kind of worried about that one since I turned in the final paper kind of late. It was a good class though. I liked it a lot. What am I forgetting? Oh, writing. I got a B...minus? Yeah, I think it was a minus. But considering I never turned in the third paper, I'm pretty satisfied. And that's higher than my writing grades have been for 3 years!
While I hesitate to blame my grades on band, I am glad that it won't be taking up so much time and brain space. Because really, my poor grades are a product of my laziness. And my computer addiction. Gotta cut back.
i love times like this. where all the numbers are consecutive. too bad i haven't accomplished ANYTHING toward my anthropology papers.
things to address for next journal: woodwinds/females in band fucktards on myspace cursing fucktards next door and roommate giggles with lindsay waking up with a sinking feeling
i'll be doing that last one later today. i still don't understand segmental opposition. and i still need sudafed.
i'm at work right now, planning out my trip home. how can i cross-reference all the pertinent data for this and not be able to apply that same skill to my history "studying" or to my goddamn anthro papers (which i haven't even begun)? and the trip planning is making me happy, not just because it means i'm going home, but because i'm getting some intrinsic satisfaction from analyzing my options and pulling together information. so why can't i transfer that happy feeling?
urgh.
i have chapped lips like no other. yummy. i've applied chapstick 3 or 4 times (which is a lot for me) and they're still dry and gross. but they don't hurt anymore. yesterday and saturday they stung like a bitch.
oh, and chelsea, you'll be excited! i actually wore my hair down at banquet. busfuck kind of made me, but she also offered to do it nicely, so i couldn't really refuse. and i got lots of compliments. yay.
i need sudafed. or at least i need to move around or something. 7 minutes and i'll take my 15. and eat dinner...YES! i love the tbg's from tutor cafe. really, i recommend them.
that's a disappointed awww, not a cutesy awwww, by the way.
so football season is over. banquet just happened and i'm not doing band spring semester so band is basically over. i'm sad. but that's kind of premature, i mean there's still the rose bowl (t-shirts---more money!) and all that entails. so snap out of it!
on the bright side, my dress was almost falling off me all last night. i had to wear my cheesy jean jacket over it for most of the night. (it's not the jacket that's cheesy, chelsea, i really appreciate the jacket, it's the combination of jean jacket and long formal dress that's cheesy.) why is this a good thing? it means i'm losing weight, which i kind of knew was happening, but it's good to see some proof.
and i got a new sweatshirt. it's not terribly fashionable, but since i stained my only remaining sweatshirt with a combination of chili and root beer saturday morning, i was happy to get a new warm...clothing. item. that was probably the weirdest sentence i've written in a long time. Oh yay! and i just totally chucked in a band thing.
probably i will blog again tonight at work. i have a long night ahead of me: 4:30-10. sweeeet. money... man, i am one cheap bastard.
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