I Don't Speak Latin
Thursday, December 09, 2004
Updates
Wow. First, apologies for not having posted in a while.
Second maybe an update of all the time that has gone by. It feels like it's been forever since i've written. So here goes....
Last weekend I went home and took Santa photos. It's always SO much fun dealing with screaming 2 year olds who are terrified of Santa... especially when the family is set on having a beautiful, tear-free smiling picture. And they want the most expensive package we offer. Most of the kids are good though, or else my face would actually be split from smiling so much.
Other than that, I had a fairly uneventful weekend. I was supposed to go to a party but I stayed home and finished my history essay instead. Can't wait for home on the 15th!
So Monday rolls around and as I roll out of bed I realize that I have to go to Italian and my voice lesson. And that i'm so not prepared for either of them. I have no new rep. Guess I should get on that. I somehow made it through a gruelling 2 hours of Italian before I went to see Torin, where I almost cried because of the crazy things he was making me do. It's hard, you know? Putting myself out there to be played around with is one of the things I have the hardest time with. It makes it so personal, like I'm opening myself up and giving power over myself up. That's definitely something that I have to work on, that need for total control over myself all the time.
The lesson was ok. I'm working on moving my chest voice up as high as possible in my range. Now, though, my voice is shot. I guess it's because I'm not used to using my chest voice so rigourously. I'm on voice rest until tomorrow night when I have my studio party (I hope it's better by then or Torin will not be so happy).
The rest of monday was uneventful for the most part. I went to Masonville with Elizabeth and got wrapping paper etc. We talked about her intended breakup with Mattt. Which later did in fact happen. Kudos to her.
Tuesday. Theory in the morning, then a BRUTAL diction class at 1pm. I laughed my way through it. There was no way around it. It was so boring and ridonkulous. I don't know how nobody killed themselves. I made a jab at Kevin for not sending us our assignments right away. Good times.
I went to boxfit at 5 by myself, prior to which I found out that my boxfit buddy was not herself due to strange events occuring monday night. So after boxfit, I went to holiday improv and played 3-headed broadway singer ("The night that Santa slept on the couch") and proceeded to get stuck with the hiccups for a good half-hour from laughing so hard. We ate food and I got walked home by Troy and Janice.
WEDNESDAY: WHEW!
Woke up at nine when the phone rang. A guy returning my phonecall from last week when I was desperately seeking "The Battle Hymn of Lieutenant Calley" I decided to get up and get started on history. So I had a shower and then decided to wax/sugar my legs. My skin is apparently have skin that is way too sensitive so I have some nice looking bruises today. After I got frustrated with the waxing, I headed out to the MB lobby to see if anyone wanted to go to Masonville, but instead of going to the mall I stayed and watched a fabulous choir concert (Les Choristes and Singers). It was excellent, especially the Whitacre that they sang. Gorgeous.
After the concert, I helped Jackie and co. set up the lobby for Tuba Christmas. Tons of food. I had to go to history and received an awful mark on my paper, so I cried and left. 3pm the Tubas arrive and the lobby is PACKED. People singing everywhere. I know that I'm supposed to be here. At Western. I know i'm supposed to be in music, this is so amazing and natural. It was reminiscent of the Atheneum, actually. The involvement and atmosphere was incredible.
After it was over, I got Pratik and Amanda to come to mall with me. I got new shoes ^^
Got back around 6:40, and got ready to go to semicasual. AND GILL CAME HOME!! so she did my makeup ;) Good to know she's still alive...! Semi was fabulous. Both bands were excellent. They played great songs and we all danced for hours. There were tons of people there, and everyone looked gorgeous.
So I get home and I'm talking to meg and pratik and jen. At two am. I was exhausted. And some craziness gets sprung on me. I had no idea what to say. I really didn't, I felt like it came totally out of the blue. I was taken aback and I had no words. It just didn't come. So long as it's not awkward now... I don't want it to be weird. I don't want to lose a friend.
Hopefully this is the last thing I'm going to talk about. I can't believe how few straight guys there are in this faculty. I think that maybe U should start looking outside of the faculty and I should definitely meet some new people. It's crazy, people keep coming out everyday. It's a vicious cycle. For me anyway. The number of dateable guys is going straight down the drain.
Anyway, I should stop procrastinating and study some of that history... Ah Calixa Lavalee. And Antonin Dvorak. I wonder how much I know about these people. To keep you on your toes I won't tell you ;)
Ciao
Second maybe an update of all the time that has gone by. It feels like it's been forever since i've written. So here goes....
Last weekend I went home and took Santa photos. It's always SO much fun dealing with screaming 2 year olds who are terrified of Santa... especially when the family is set on having a beautiful, tear-free smiling picture. And they want the most expensive package we offer. Most of the kids are good though, or else my face would actually be split from smiling so much.
Other than that, I had a fairly uneventful weekend. I was supposed to go to a party but I stayed home and finished my history essay instead. Can't wait for home on the 15th!
So Monday rolls around and as I roll out of bed I realize that I have to go to Italian and my voice lesson. And that i'm so not prepared for either of them. I have no new rep. Guess I should get on that. I somehow made it through a gruelling 2 hours of Italian before I went to see Torin, where I almost cried because of the crazy things he was making me do. It's hard, you know? Putting myself out there to be played around with is one of the things I have the hardest time with. It makes it so personal, like I'm opening myself up and giving power over myself up. That's definitely something that I have to work on, that need for total control over myself all the time.
The lesson was ok. I'm working on moving my chest voice up as high as possible in my range. Now, though, my voice is shot. I guess it's because I'm not used to using my chest voice so rigourously. I'm on voice rest until tomorrow night when I have my studio party (I hope it's better by then or Torin will not be so happy).
The rest of monday was uneventful for the most part. I went to Masonville with Elizabeth and got wrapping paper etc. We talked about her intended breakup with Mattt. Which later did in fact happen. Kudos to her.
Tuesday. Theory in the morning, then a BRUTAL diction class at 1pm. I laughed my way through it. There was no way around it. It was so boring and ridonkulous. I don't know how nobody killed themselves. I made a jab at Kevin for not sending us our assignments right away. Good times.
I went to boxfit at 5 by myself, prior to which I found out that my boxfit buddy was not herself due to strange events occuring monday night. So after boxfit, I went to holiday improv and played 3-headed broadway singer ("The night that Santa slept on the couch") and proceeded to get stuck with the hiccups for a good half-hour from laughing so hard. We ate food and I got walked home by Troy and Janice.
WEDNESDAY: WHEW!
Woke up at nine when the phone rang. A guy returning my phonecall from last week when I was desperately seeking "The Battle Hymn of Lieutenant Calley" I decided to get up and get started on history. So I had a shower and then decided to wax/sugar my legs. My skin is apparently have skin that is way too sensitive so I have some nice looking bruises today. After I got frustrated with the waxing, I headed out to the MB lobby to see if anyone wanted to go to Masonville, but instead of going to the mall I stayed and watched a fabulous choir concert (Les Choristes and Singers). It was excellent, especially the Whitacre that they sang. Gorgeous.
After the concert, I helped Jackie and co. set up the lobby for Tuba Christmas. Tons of food. I had to go to history and received an awful mark on my paper, so I cried and left. 3pm the Tubas arrive and the lobby is PACKED. People singing everywhere. I know that I'm supposed to be here. At Western. I know i'm supposed to be in music, this is so amazing and natural. It was reminiscent of the Atheneum, actually. The involvement and atmosphere was incredible.
After it was over, I got Pratik and Amanda to come to mall with me. I got new shoes ^^
Got back around 6:40, and got ready to go to semicasual. AND GILL CAME HOME!! so she did my makeup ;) Good to know she's still alive...! Semi was fabulous. Both bands were excellent. They played great songs and we all danced for hours. There were tons of people there, and everyone looked gorgeous.
So I get home and I'm talking to meg and pratik and jen. At two am. I was exhausted. And some craziness gets sprung on me. I had no idea what to say. I really didn't, I felt like it came totally out of the blue. I was taken aback and I had no words. It just didn't come. So long as it's not awkward now... I don't want it to be weird. I don't want to lose a friend.
Hopefully this is the last thing I'm going to talk about. I can't believe how few straight guys there are in this faculty. I think that maybe U should start looking outside of the faculty and I should definitely meet some new people. It's crazy, people keep coming out everyday. It's a vicious cycle. For me anyway. The number of dateable guys is going straight down the drain.
Anyway, I should stop procrastinating and study some of that history... Ah Calixa Lavalee. And Antonin Dvorak. I wonder how much I know about these people. To keep you on your toes I won't tell you ;)
Ciao