Friday, November 04, 2005
Well, I knew this might happen eventually.
I've pretty much let this blog die.
In case you still care to read about my general absurdity, my lj has survived this ridiculous semester, and can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/schauspielerin
I'm sorry to the two people who ever read this thing regularly. MI DISPIACE!
~ciao~
I've pretty much let this blog die.
In case you still care to read about my general absurdity, my lj has survived this ridiculous semester, and can be found at:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/schauspielerin
I'm sorry to the two people who ever read this thing regularly. MI DISPIACE!
~ciao~
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Today I found out that, despite the best of my scheduling efforts, the concert choir's spring concert (featuring the Fauré Requiem) conflicts directly with the spring musical (Violet).
This is upsetting because a) I'm supposed to be the soprano soloist on the Requiem, b) I want to audition for Violet, and c) it's impossible to do both, but it shouldn't be.
I burst into tears when my choir director told me there was nothing he could do to move the concert.
THEN, Chris canceled my lesson, and I have juries on Friday. I have had coachings on 3 of the 5 pieces I'm singing, and a lesson on exactly one of the pieces since last January. AND, I need to solidify rep and choose a recital date, all of which I was planning to do today. And now I can't.
THEN, they were out of frozen yogurt in the bakery.
THIS DAY SUCKS.
However, Lisa Campbell continued her streak of wandering into my presence at extremely opportune moments when I'm extremely upset about something that directly concerns her. We talked, and I told her that John did say that he would probably be willing to let me out of the Requiem and still let me do choir in the spring...so...what I'm thinking (and both Lisa and Anna agree with this (I ran into Anna this afternoon)) is that I should go ahead and do Violet auditions, see what happens, and then decide.
I'll have to talk to Chris and John.
I'm just SO PISSED because I should by all means be able to do both things. Choir and the musical should NOT be mutually exclusive. If the fucking university would give us a space devoted to the performing arts, we WOULDN'T have this problem. John wouldn't be forced to determine dates for choir concerts based on when Graham is not being used for weddings. THIS IS A UNIVERSITY. STUDENTS SHOULD BE THE PRIORITY. GODDAMN IT.
This is ri-goddamn-diculous.
This is upsetting because a) I'm supposed to be the soprano soloist on the Requiem, b) I want to audition for Violet, and c) it's impossible to do both, but it shouldn't be.
I burst into tears when my choir director told me there was nothing he could do to move the concert.
THEN, Chris canceled my lesson, and I have juries on Friday. I have had coachings on 3 of the 5 pieces I'm singing, and a lesson on exactly one of the pieces since last January. AND, I need to solidify rep and choose a recital date, all of which I was planning to do today. And now I can't.
THEN, they were out of frozen yogurt in the bakery.
THIS DAY SUCKS.
However, Lisa Campbell continued her streak of wandering into my presence at extremely opportune moments when I'm extremely upset about something that directly concerns her. We talked, and I told her that John did say that he would probably be willing to let me out of the Requiem and still let me do choir in the spring...so...what I'm thinking (and both Lisa and Anna agree with this (I ran into Anna this afternoon)) is that I should go ahead and do Violet auditions, see what happens, and then decide.
I'll have to talk to Chris and John.
I'm just SO PISSED because I should by all means be able to do both things. Choir and the musical should NOT be mutually exclusive. If the fucking university would give us a space devoted to the performing arts, we WOULDN'T have this problem. John wouldn't be forced to determine dates for choir concerts based on when Graham is not being used for weddings. THIS IS A UNIVERSITY. STUDENTS SHOULD BE THE PRIORITY. GODDAMN IT.
This is ri-goddamn-diculous.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Buona sera.
Summer is starting to wind down....Sarah gets hauled back to Des Moines next week (I am going along...ostensibly to prevent WWIII from breaking out between my mom, sister and father. Let's just say Sally's been popping the crazy pills with reckless abandon of late. And let's pause for a moment to reflect on the ABSURDITY of my father wanting me to come on a trip to help DECREASE familial discord. This paranthetical aside is longer than the original statement. SWEET.), which is good for her. She's gonna lose it if she has to stay here much longer. I hope for her sake that she is able to work out staying at school next summer...I'll hate not having her around, but, who knows where I'll be next summer, anyway. And wanting her to be here being misesrable would be a skosh selfish, even for me.
Work is lame, but the money is not. Even though I'm not making major money, I've never had a job where I worked 40 hours a week...so a paycheck for two 40 hour weeks is pretty major for me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm still broke (grazie Italia!). But somewhat less so now.
In that vein, it should be noted that I bought my iBook with $$ from my savings account. God bless Sally and her seemingly (to me at the time, anyway) crackpot idea of having me start a savings account when I was 12. Shit, if I ever have kids who earn babysitting bucks, I'm gonna make them put half of it into a savings account. They'll hate me, but they will be SO HAPPY when they can buy something major, travel, and be something bordering on carefree when they're 21. I mean, holyfreakingshit, I made serious cash in my babysitting heyday. I would have $200 in my room at any given time. And what did I spend it on?
...
YM magazines, ugly clothes, and cheap nailpolish. I could have saved SO much more. And probably been much cuter in the process.
Alas, alack, I didn't save quite that aggressively as a kid. (Nor do I really intend to have children on whom I can inflict my brilliant savings plan...). But, I started putting away $50 a month every month in August of last year. Hopefully I can afford to keep doing that until I can afford to start putting more away.
But I'm sick of money.
I am not, however, sick of my beautiful beautiful computer. It is amazing. Fast, efficient, lovely. As previously noted, I'm in love....sadly, Chris (Wilson) pointed out that it would betray me. NO! Maybe in the far-distant future. But not now. I will care for it. Love it. And hopefully never drop it.
It's like having a child....that's white and folds up. Details, details.
Ok, that's enough spouting at the mouth from me.
Baci!
Summer is starting to wind down....Sarah gets hauled back to Des Moines next week (I am going along...ostensibly to prevent WWIII from breaking out between my mom, sister and father. Let's just say Sally's been popping the crazy pills with reckless abandon of late. And let's pause for a moment to reflect on the ABSURDITY of my father wanting me to come on a trip to help DECREASE familial discord. This paranthetical aside is longer than the original statement. SWEET.), which is good for her. She's gonna lose it if she has to stay here much longer. I hope for her sake that she is able to work out staying at school next summer...I'll hate not having her around, but, who knows where I'll be next summer, anyway. And wanting her to be here being misesrable would be a skosh selfish, even for me.
Work is lame, but the money is not. Even though I'm not making major money, I've never had a job where I worked 40 hours a week...so a paycheck for two 40 hour weeks is pretty major for me. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm still broke (grazie Italia!). But somewhat less so now.
In that vein, it should be noted that I bought my iBook with $$ from my savings account. God bless Sally and her seemingly (to me at the time, anyway) crackpot idea of having me start a savings account when I was 12. Shit, if I ever have kids who earn babysitting bucks, I'm gonna make them put half of it into a savings account. They'll hate me, but they will be SO HAPPY when they can buy something major, travel, and be something bordering on carefree when they're 21. I mean, holyfreakingshit, I made serious cash in my babysitting heyday. I would have $200 in my room at any given time. And what did I spend it on?
...
YM magazines, ugly clothes, and cheap nailpolish. I could have saved SO much more. And probably been much cuter in the process.
Alas, alack, I didn't save quite that aggressively as a kid. (Nor do I really intend to have children on whom I can inflict my brilliant savings plan...). But, I started putting away $50 a month every month in August of last year. Hopefully I can afford to keep doing that until I can afford to start putting more away.
But I'm sick of money.
I am not, however, sick of my beautiful beautiful computer. It is amazing. Fast, efficient, lovely. As previously noted, I'm in love....sadly, Chris (Wilson) pointed out that it would betray me. NO! Maybe in the far-distant future. But not now. I will care for it. Love it. And hopefully never drop it.
It's like having a child....that's white and folds up. Details, details.
Ok, that's enough spouting at the mouth from me.
Baci!
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
This heat's gonna break like my mom's blue porcelain vase when I stuck my stuffed elephant behind it.
Long story.
But nonetheless...BREAK, HEAT! BREAK!
*ciao*
Long story.
But nonetheless...BREAK, HEAT! BREAK!
*ciao*
Saturday, July 23, 2005
As you may have heard, I got back from Italy safely at 11:30pm last Sunday, after 24 hours of straight travel, and 26 and a half hours of wakefulness. Good times, I tell you. Good times.
I now have a job. 8 hours a day. Clerical assistant. I am boring and have no life, but will hopefully soon have money again. That would be preferable to my current state of no money.
I have read several good books this summer (Everything is Illuminated, The Fountainhead, and just finished tonight, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince). Yum. I have also learned a lot of good music.
I think I'm gonna have a pretty sweet scar on my knee from my tumble off a bici last Friday night. I WASN'T DRUNK. God, idiota!
I don't like having a real people job. Although keeping normal hours is good for me. But a 7:45am shuttle? I could do with a skosh less normalcy.
I want Seb to finish reading Harry Potter. Although I'll probably fall asleep before that happens.
I want to stop this annoying entry.
....kay, bye!
*ciao*
