Sunday, October 25, 2009

A week

Monday was very successful. I went to my classes, got my essay peer-reviewed, learned ten sets of the new show for Pride, and then rehearsed for three hours for the Mozart Requiem concert. Then I came back to the dorm, spread excitement for the concert, and watched my first Alfred Hitchcock film (The Man Who Knew Too Much).
Tuesday through late Friday, I was sick in bed with a fever, chills, and some sort of weird throat congestion that yesterday was declared to be tonsilitis. Oh, and I have a Peritonsillar Abscess.

Stuff I was going to do this week:
  • Go to class
  • Turn in my essay
  • Attend the CommonGround Rally
  • Usher the duo piano recital
  • Participate in the Mozart concert (tomorrow... but I'm not able to sing)
  • Get to know M better

Dear L,
We know you're intelligent. Please don't flaunt the fact that you're taking such a ridiculous number of hours to accomodate your triple major, it doesn't do anything to win you friends. Also, you are allowed to disagree with people. It's even encouraged. Please learn to do so without belittling their opinions.
Oh, and Mozart's music has been around for over 250 years. He is arguably THE best-known composer, and his music is standard repertoire for just about every instrument and ensemble imaginable. You don't get to decide that his music is "disgusting" and "unworthwhile," just because you don't like it. Just shut up.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Mozart Week

We're singing the Mozart Requiem in choir. The concert is this weekend. I'm so excited.

I went to the OU/Texas game with Pride this past weekend. I loved it so much. Like, the outcome of the game was heartwrenching, but in the same way that tragedies are still good plays, the OU/Texas game was a good game. I wanted to cry when Sam Bradford (read: my future husband... he just doesn't know it yet) got hurt again.

More later, but I have an essay to write at the moment.

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Unhealthy sleep habits

So, I was really tired today, so I decided to take a nap. I woke up four and a half hours later... and now I'm not sleepy, even though it's almost three in the morning.

The school of music is infested with a family of dieseases that I'm going to call Theme and Variations on the Flu. The dean sent us an email the other day commending our commitment to our art... and then telling us to stop coming to class if we were sick because we got one of the faculty sick with H1N1. Oops.

My friends are trying to hook me up with a very attractive guy named M. I really hope that it leads somewhere good.

I'm not a big fan of my basic core classes right now. As much as I understand the value of being a well-rounded person, I came to college to become the best musician I can be, and my non-music classes are distracting me from this goal. I'd much rather read random books on various subjects than be forced to take introductory-level classes in various fields.

I've decided the basic concept for my first tattoo. I just need to find someone who can draw it better than I can.

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

College is a great place in many respects, but I kind of miss having time to read. I mean, I could make the time to read if I really wanted to, don't get me wrong. It's just that the temptation to hang out with my friends has a stronger draw than sitting in my room and reading. Oh well... I'll read when I go home.

Really, the world does not exist to serve you. It is not my job to help you with your laundry, drive you places, or supply you with the things you want. My stuff is mine, and you can't just demand that I give it to you. Life just doesn't work like that. Oh, and your driving sucks. You're probably going to wreck the car you care about so much, and its probably going to be because you were driving recklessly (if "driving recklessly" even begins to cover it, which I doubt).

S wrote me a letter! I miss her.

I'm going to start taking organ lessons.