algae_al_fresco

I actually don't have much to say, currently. Things are really good and I'm increasingly excited about both the present and future. I'm even being patient on some fronts! Whee! Lookit me learn to be ...um... functional!!

:D

Wow. I had forgotten just how horrible pus smells. Gah. On the positive side of things, though, I have no claw marks and dante no longer has a scary pussy lump on his head (he just has a small, rather red, cut on it which I will keep REALLY, REALLY clean for the next two weeks or so. Pah. Animals.

I'm still amazed he let me cut open his head with a razor blade and then wash it for at least a minute straight and didn't leave any marks on me. I was prepared to have my halloween costume be for real this year!!

Ew. God it was smelly. And it SPURTED! aaaaagh. Scary stuff.

Today is a day for thanking garlic and my overactive immune system. Yay. The woman playing 2nd oboe at the rehearsal tonight just called me - her flu has even given her painful bumps on the inside of her lips! Yikes!

I'm going to gleefully have garlic breath for the next little while. MUABWahahahahahahaha!

My oboe cracked. Is now repaired. I have a new student. She is timid and her oboe is a wreck. Hopefully she will buy a new one. Yes.

I have a cold. It's better today but it's making me uncomfortable still. I probably got my whole karate class sick yesterday, as I was still in denial. HA. oh well.

my cat really hates the oboe. It's kind of funny. I had to assure the new student that he hated it just as much when I played because she looked kind of offended when he cried until I let him out every time she played. hahaha.

My calendar looks terrifying and I'm very happy with it. Sometimes I feel like a grown up, but a happy one; odd, that.

I WANT new cane. SRSLY. and the shaper tip. I think I might just order it and try it out as soon as I have proper cane. yes yes yes.

I think I might get to go on an oboe shopping adventure with the new student. That will be fun.

Oh. My coffee is very tasty this morning. I am ready to leave the house but it is hard to leave the coffee. MMMmmmmm. But, alas, posters must be distributed! Off I go!

Herm. I still like my pink and green layout over here.

I don't like the smell of my deodorant anymore. This is troubling. I have also, for the second day in a row, neglected to buy more coffee beans. This is dangerous. My reeds are behaving for the most part and not really sounding like killer alien ducks anymore. This is reassuring.

I had a short exchange with an elderly man who told me there were many studies that suggest that me wanting the rain to come back indicates a deep depression. I laughed and told him I grew up on the coast. He was rather nonplussed, but it amused me nonetheless.

I kept myself from being distinctly nasty to people who only half deserved it today. I am somewhat proud of that.

I think I'm going to allow myself to buy another orchestral excerpts book and possibly the nice wax so I can become hairless again. Yay.

seems like I value facebook note space more than lj now. It's been a long time.

I'm just bored. I played for a bit, now it's too late. My reeds are decent, though the latest concert has let me know that they're not where I want them to be yet. It's exciting in a way - they're at the point where I'm thinking about what I want my tone to sound like instead of how the hell am I going to get this in tune. This is a nice change, but at the same time I'd ...well...I'd like my cake, and my turkish delights and my main course all at once and I'd like to eat them all, too. Yeah.

bah.

Seriously.

I make bread. Bread takes a lot of flour, but is otherwise really easy to make (time consuming, though)

You (many of you) like homemade bread.

If you want bread, you can bring me flour. Four loaves of bread takes about 14-20 cups of flour. You bring me that much and I'll make bread, even teach you how to do it, and give you two loaves, keeping the other two for my time.

lemme know if you're interested and we'll find a time.

This is also an excuse for me to hang out with you. Whee. Lookit me be social!! :D haha.

anyway, yes. Bread.

Rejection builds character, right?

1. Jubilant delight; joy.
2. Music A part song scored for three or more usually male and unaccompanied voices that was popular in the 18th century.

3. Silly, ridiculous, girliness wrapped up in tiny, tiny words and served with a side of complete and total disregard for reality, sensibility, or gravity. Recommended by 5 out of 6 smitten spiders and lasting anywhere from a millisecond to upwards of two months interspersed with it's opposite which we shall not discuss at present.

OH MY VARIOUS INEXISTANT GODS! I have an audition in two weeks. HOLY short notice batman. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Today was nice, though exhausting. I got to play second with the North shore Symphonia for their Valentines fundraiser, which was great, and we didn't even play that much smaltzy stuff either! I got to play first on the Borodin and the Rachmaninoff vocalise since Marea was playing english horn, which was a lot of fun, if terrifying. Luckily I didn't clue into the fact that Roger was in the audience until after or I might have died of nerves.

Went out for sushi after with the monster, the beauty, Nicholas and Bob, which was fun, then, despite my laziness ended up at sin. Had quite a good time dancing, but went home pretty early...I feel like an old lady, but my bed is definitely calling me.

I'm STILL full. Not only did I partake of the ridiculously tasty buffet at the concert but also ate GIGANTIC amounts of sushi. Even dancing didn't cure the full feeling of doom. Perhaps sleep will.

Another audition in Quebec? Can I deal with that?

( I'm a whale, no, a book, no, a book about a whale?? )

I hate scheduling because it brings out the evil dictator in me...no wait...actually I hate it because I have to SQUISH that evil dictator down and pay attention to when other people have time. I like schedules that are prearranged that people arrange themselves around, not reflexive, I'm a huge flake and I've scheduled something on top of the important schedule type scheduling.

I happen to be the huge flake in this case and thusly am cursed with rescheduling. Not only am I in hell, but I agree with the placement and the punishment. Curses.

Also: A PIPE JUST BURST in my wall. WHAT THE FUCK?!?! And now I have to do the plumber dance through my landlord again. and it's in my bedroom WHAT THE FUCK! GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I am cooking a chicken...lazily. I did not get beer, so it's not even a beer chicken, and I definitely did not make stuffing. I'm more and more impressed the more I listen to Meshuggah - the lyrics somehow manage to be very clear despite/because of the growl/scream voice quality. A bit darker than my usual headspace, but oh so deliciously drivingly aggressive.

I have speaker envy.

Things are pretty good. Practiced quite a bit today, feeling rested and starting to think of what sort of music I want to pull out of the closet for the chamber music thing. A bit of an odd combination of instruments seems to have confirmed...but whatever, we can all use practice reading odd string/vocal parts...and we even have a few people who might be able to read alto clef! Whee!

Threw myself out of the house today and managed to get to the gym, which was a decidedly good thing. I shall endeavor to repeat this process tomorrow, I think.


I'm having trouble focussing on doing really intense technical practice, but I figure just practicing is better than not practicing and worrying about it...still, I'm just not sure what to do - I've played these excerpts so many times I don't know what to do with them anymore.

I should probably sleep or make reeds now.

I have the Strauss! I haZ it!!! ZOMG. I am going to go open it for the first time and try to make myself believe I can learn it in a few minutes. I am afraid. I actually danced around one of my co-workers with it whilst mouthing the words "Oh My God" in a very Highshoolish manner. I could not help myself. He was even helping a customer. I was just that excited.

I need to go to the gym more. Yesterday was fantastic because of it, I need to remind myself of this. I also need to bring my gi to work today so I can go to karate after.

The time has come for rubber chickens and pain!

Ugh. I think I left my reed making stuff at the last show. Not good, not good. Hopefully it's still there.

Did the dress rehearsal for the UBC production of Hansel and Gretel...my reed just about killed me. Literally. My lips are raw from controlling it. And I don't have my knives or anything to fix it. EEEeeek. But overall I managed to play pretty well, I think, didn't miss anything horribly major and didn't get yelled at. Yay.

Now hopefully I get my reed stuff back before Friday.

Also hopefully I stop being a complete wimp this week. Seriously. I fail at, well, having nerve, it would seem. This is odd for me. Boys really shouldn't be allowed to be so cute AND interesting at the same time. It is NOT fair.

Have a lesson on Thursday, so that could conceivably save me in the reed situation...maybe, if she's feeling really nice. heh.

I'm kind of enjoying telling stories in person lately, which is why I haven't posted much real content on the internet lately. Just sort of a spilling ground for my bullshit nerves and memeage, really.

Leaving tomorrow.

Just have to play concert, finish packing, sleep and get onto plane on time.

Eek.

WAAAAHHHH! I am sick, and uncomfortable, and CRANKY, and snarky, and MY HEAD feels like it's going to EXPLODE. and I had to sit through rehearsal trying not to drip on my music because some ASSHOLE bus driver thought it would be nice to drive by me really fast into a puddle, and NO, I don't CARE if the puddle was in his way, he's still AN ASSHOLE.

and then I practiced the audition stuff. Holy fuck my head hurts. And I'm pretty sure my house is not simultaneously WAYYY too hot and FREEEZING cold. yeah, this SUCKS. I want someone to tell me I can stay home from school and sleep, but I have FUCKING REHEARSAL AGAIN tomorrow morning.

Amusingly, whilst in the midst of this disgusting state, I said yes to doing another show...

I want a boyfriend to make my reeds. Seriously. If you make me reeds that are perfect I'll date you*. And make me soup. And warm my bed for me and bring me lemon tea. AND play me music, AND listen to me whine...and...

....no one left? GOOD! I HATE YOU ALL ANYWAYS AND WHERE'S MY TEA?!?!

No, but seriously, where is my tea?

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

If I don't get well soon I will consider drastic measures. Don't think I won't.


EXTENDED WHINING COMMENCE!

I am still NOT ABLE TO SLEEP.

Whine! Rawr! WHINE!!!!






*oboists, saxophonists and bassoonists are ineligible for this competition due to conflict of interest and/or taste.