| "These dreams go on when I close my eyes..." |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|10:25 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | dreams | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Heart - "These Dreams" | ] |
Last night, I dreamed I was on a flight to Alaska. The plane landed in a narrow alleyway between two buildings of the airport, and then had to execute the most epic of three-point turns to get back to the runway.
Also, an unrelated dream earlier in the night: I was staying with my friend in York, sleeping on her couch. The house she lived in was huge, and housed about eight people from her school.
Oh, and the night before last, I dreamed my car was flattened by a monster truck. Let's try to analyze *that* one, shall we? |
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| Yay I-40. |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|06:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  shakey | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
So, I got rear-ended driving home from Raleigh today. I'm fine, the other guy is fine, and the cars are both drivable. In fact mine's basically okay - the bumper is cracked and scratched up, but that's about it. We exchanged information and each went on our less-than-merry way, after waiting ages for a gap in traffic in the left lane.
That stretch of I-40 West, right before where the Durham Freeway splits off, is so freaking dangerous. There was actually *another* accident just a little further up from where we were, and last Friday there were probably two or three. I don't know what it is about it, but that stretch of highway just seems to spawn fender-benders (and worse).
Anyway, things to be thankful for: Getting home relatively unscathed. |
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| "Heathcliffe, it's me, Cathy" |
[Nov. 21st, 2009|01:47 am] |
| [ | mood |
| |  awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Kate Bush - "Wuthering Heights" | ] |
Browsing graduate schools late this evening, as I am wont to do (*snork*), I realized that I don't exactly need research experience per se in order to get into a Master's program in counseling psychology. I just need a couple people to write letters saying that I am capable of "scholarly work."
How eeeeenteresting.
In other news, remind me to never ever list English horn as my secondary instrument again. My wrist freaking hurts. |
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| "There seem to be about four copies in all of British Columbia." |
[Nov. 20th, 2009|08:55 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tori Amos - "Winter's Carol" | ] |
Today at Deep South, I called every music store in Toronto that I could find, asking whether they had Marcy Playground's newest CD and how much it costs. Out of the 16 I was able to reach, three had it. None had more than two copies. Two other interns did similar phone calls to stores in Calgary and Vancouver with similar results. EMI Canada is in Such Big Trouble when Andy M. goes up there for a meeting next week.
Then I babysat Andy M.'s mom's dog while looking at Downtown Live pictures. He chewed on or attempted to chew on his bone, a water bottle, the futon, a power cord, an aerosol can, and the lid of a glass jar candle. At one point, he wrapped his leash around the table I was working at and made a break for it, dragging two-thirds of what was on the table to the floor. I barely caught the laptop in time. Then he sat on my head and tried to lick off my eye makeup. When I got home, Ginger could smell him on me a mile away, and is still refusing to talk to me. Le sigh. |
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| FML |
[Nov. 17th, 2009|10:11 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pissed off | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Today, I left work an hour and a half early with very little notice and without completing some things I was supposed to get done, to go to Winston-Salem to see the UNCSA Jazz Band Concert. 90% of my reason for going was that they were going to play "Sing, Sing, Sing," featuring my brother on the 2-minute drumset solo at the beginning. This song was NOT in fact on the program, and everyone knew this in advance except me. Fuck my life. |
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| No witty quotation today. |
[Nov. 16th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | oboe, work, yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  calm | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mannheim Steamroller - "Veni Veni" | ] |
I am usually militantly and fanatically against the practice of listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving, but I broke my own rule this year. It's all Tori Amos's fault. She has put out her first ever holiday album, which I went and bought. (It is actually quite good. See my note of facebook for a review.) I then uploaded it, as well as several of my parents' Christmas CDs, to my itunes. I'm listening to them now. :P
I was not fired when Katrina returned to work last Thursday, but neither did I receive a raise. Sad. I'm toying with the notion of showing up an hour early and leaving an hour early tomorrow, since Ethan has a concert in Winston-Salem that I would really like to go to. But I'm not sure how well that would go over with no advance notice.
I'm starting to get my bar night at Deep South together. Pretending to be a music producer/promoter is overwhelming and exciting.
Orchestra rehearsal this evening was grand, except for the part in the Rachmaninoff when the woodwinds got separated from the strings by no fewer than two and a half measures. No strings until after break on Wednesday, and no call for winds and brass at all next week! We should have put together a pool predicting how many string players will show up at 7pm on Wednesday. My bet is 5. |
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| "Come like the dusk..." |
[Nov. 11th, 2009|09:47 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | oboe, work, yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Xandria - "Like a Rose on the Grave of Love" | ] |
Katrina wasn't at work today, so Dr. Harris-Britt and I seized the opportunity to reorganize the office and throw a heck of a lot of stuff away. I am either getting a raise or getting fired tomorrow. ^_^
I saw Mitch at Salon 135 as I was walking to Hill Hall, and chatted with him for a bit. Then I went and made reeds for a bit. It would have gone way better if I could just get my knife sharp enough. >.>
Deep South's Quest For The Holy Magazine continues. This was the second time this week I've driven across town to Guitar Center, only to find that they didn't have the November issue of Music Connection, even though it is now well into November. I feel like I should get a check for the gas money, regardless of whether I ever actually obtain the bloody magazine or not.
Hawaii for Christmas is officially on. Yay. |
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| "So what do you want from ME?" |
[Nov. 5th, 2009|08:01 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | work, yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  crappy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Jefferson Airplane - "She Has Funny Cars" | ] |
Ugh. What a toad of a day. Getting yelled at over the phone by DDS for something that was their fuck-up (although I was admittedly at fault for not having all the evidence of their fuck-up before me as proof when I made that phone call), getting put on hold more times than necessary just to get a freaking NPI and then not getting it at all, and then the fax machine jamming.
And I don't particularly want to go to Deep South tomorrow. Doing their necessary-but-menial-and-boring work has gotten old. But there's already an unspoken agreement that I'm continuing this internship through the spring, since my bar night has been scheduled for the end of January. Oy.
And then there's the extended-family drama. Oh, is there ever the extended-family drama.
Time to drown my sorrows in Starbucks and smutty fanfiction. |
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| Ho hum. |
[Nov. 3rd, 2009|07:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Little of note has happened lately. Andy M. was back at Deep South yesterday after having the flu (regular, not swine) last week, so I got to feel useful again. AHB is how it always is.
In a reversal of previous plans, Ethan and I might be going to Hawaii for Christmas, and so might Shaina and Kai. The four cousins sleeping on Grammy's living room floor for a week=awesome. Except Shaina and Kai will probably stay with their other grandparents (who also live on Oahu) at least some of the time. But, yay!
In my leisure time these days, I read Star Wars fanfiction and watch The Tudors online. One thing I love about being a grown-up is having my evenings ENTIRELY at my own disposal. No homework! Huzzah! I'm thinking that if I ever go back to school, that's going to be the hardest thing to give up. |
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| "In your heart, in your soul..." |
[Oct. 26th, 2009|10:09 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  pensive | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Loreena McKennitt - "Full Circle" | ] |
I saw Nana for the last time one year ago today.
I think I've officially moved on, or have at least taken a giant step in that direction. The song "Full Circle" by Loreena McKennitt, which always reminds me of her, doesn't make me cry anymore.
***
Stars were falling deep in the darkness
As prayers rose softly, petals at dawn
And as I listened, your voice seemed so clear
So calmly you were calling your God.
Somewhere the sun rose o'er dunes in the desert
Such was the stillness I ne'er felt before
Was this the question pulling, pulling, pulling you?
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
Elsewhere a snow fell, the first in the winter
Covered the ground as the bells filled the air
You in your robe sang, calling, calling, calling here...
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there?
In your heart, in your soul, did you find peace there? |
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| Raleigh Wide Open 4 |
[Oct. 25th, 2009|08:12 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | good | ] |
| [ | music |
| | The Amazing Race on TV | ] |
So. RWO4. Ten hours in a beer tent, helping the brewer from Duck-Rabbit, who didn't really need/want my help. But I learned how to pull a pint correctly, so I guess I'm qualified to be a tavern wench now. The interns weren't supposed to be drinking, but everyone was anyway, including Mike the Merch Guy, who was there to sorta-kinda supervise us. There were zombies, and a sketchy guy who got in my face "just wanting to talk to me," but luckily another Deep South guy was nearby and I gave him an "omg HALP" look and was rescued. I stayed after to help tear down and was rewarded with a case of beer, which was thoughtful of them, except for the fact that I had to carry it four blocks through downtown Raleigh at 11pm to my car. Ow, my arms. |
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| o.o |
[Oct. 21st, 2009|05:10 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | alarmed | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Apparently I'm bartending at Raleigh Wide Open on Saturday.
I have never bartended in my life.
o.o
At least it's only beer? |
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| I feel powerful. |
[Oct. 20th, 2009|04:43 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | oboe, yay work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Eve 6 - "Inside Out" | ] |
Yesterday at Deep South, I graduated from answering Stryper email to signing Stryper autographs.
Well, not *actually* signing. More like stamping. But it was still exhilarating. And everyone was grateful for my volunteerage on Saturday.
In other news, the English horn part on the Sibelius has been nixed, so now all I have to worry about is the Rachmaninoff. I found a random English horn reed lying around in the reed room last night, so I ganked it. Either it or the bocal (or possibly both) suck. The good bocal has gone missing. Mystery still pending at this point. |
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| Whoops... |
[Oct. 19th, 2009|10:05 am] |
| [ | Tags | | | oboe | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | none | ] |
Cool: I have been assigned English horn parts on Sibelius and Rachmaninoff for the December orchestra concert (as well as oboe II on Respighi).
Not cool: I presently have no English horn reeds.
Which I should have remembered when I listed English horn as my secondary instrument back in August. Oops. Time to email Schultz! |
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| Ow, my legs. |
[Oct. 17th, 2009|07:51 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | tired | ] |
| [ | music |
| | BarlowGirl | ] |
I spent the day in Cary, selling Pillar merchandise at LifeFest. I had never heard of Pillar before, but apparently they're popular. 8 different T-shirts and hoodies, hats, beanies, wristbands, dog tags, CDs, drumsticks, guitar picks, stickers, and pins. The only thing that did not sell AT ALL were the notepads. Overall it was fun, and I got to hear all the acts performing on the main stage (except for Pillar themselves, as well as Stryper - had to leave for dinner with the fam before they came on). Not being a terribly big fan of contemporary Christian music, I didn't expect to like it, but it was actually great. And I got to wear an official "LifeFest Volunteer T-shirt" and an official Koka Booth access tag, which was neat. And there was free food. But after 8 hours of standing in the cold, my legs hurt and I'm glad to be done.
I get to sleep in tomorrow for the first time in a week! |
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| Teh Noo Jawb |
[Oct. 16th, 2009|10:47 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  blah | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Tori Amos - "Witness" | ] |
Where to begin?
I am an office assistant at a psychologist's office. My job title should really be Office Manager's Minion. The office manager, Katrina, rules the office with an iron fist. I think a couple of the counselors are actually a little bit afraid of her. She made a social worker cry yesterday. Thankfully I am made of sterner stuff, at least so far.
I sit at a too-small desk in a windowless interior office and audit payment ledgers, insurance EOBs, inactive files, and the like. I assemble Intake folders and help prepare the materials to schedule new patients. I deny peoples' health insurance. I occasionally answer the phone. I give directions to people who are lost (one lady actually made it to the office parking lot yesterday and *then* got lost. I wish I were kidding).
It's not what I hoped and expected to be doing with my life, but I don't hate it as much as I did on Monday. And hey, it's a job, and it's in my field, and it pays, so who am I to complain? That being said, as soon as something better comes along, I expect to be out of there like a shot. |
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| You call that art? |
[Oct. 13th, 2009|09:32 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | disgruntled | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Gandolfi, in my head | ] |
Something I've been meaning to make note of for a while: The sculpture carved out of a tree at the intersection of Franklin and Columbia in Chapel Hill, of an arm and a basketball, is without a doubt the most hideous thing I have ever seen. Make it go away now plz, kthx.
Update on teh noo jawb at a later date, when I'm not so damn tired and my back doesn't hurt so damn much. |
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| Dee, dee, dee-dee-dee DEEEE, dee! |
[Oct. 11th, 2009|08:28 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | awake | ] |
| [ | music |
| | TV | ] |
I've been on a big Star Wars kick lately. Last night I watched Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi back-to-back. And over the last week I've watched The History Channel's "Star Wars: The Legacy Revealed" special on YouTube a couple of times, watched a bunch of fanvids, and read a fair amount of fanfiction. Mostly Anakin/Leia-centric and Anakin/Luke-centric. I'm really fascinated by Ani's relationship with his kids, particularly Leia. Those two didn't get any closure in the movies, so the possibilities are endless. And yeah, I know there have been "official" sequels written and whatnot, but from what I know of them they seem horribly depressing, so I don't really care to read them.
I start training at AHB tomorrow. I actually went in for a few hours on Friday morning to learn the office layout as well. Preliminary impression of my boss: controlling bitch with an inferiority complex. But maybe I'm wrong. And in any event, if all goes as planned, after this first week, our schedules will never overlap by more than an hour on any given day. My boss at Deep South, on the other hand, has been wonderfully understanding about this new job, for which I am grateful. I'll just be working there Mondays and Fridays now, after this week.
Orchestra concert on Wednesday. My reeds should hold out, but I'll probably need a reedmaking lesson pretty soon, to have workable stuff for the December concert. |
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| RAWK!!! |
[Oct. 7th, 2009|08:50 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | happy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | TV | ] |
I got a job!
In my field!
In less than two months of looking!
...
Way more than the average '09 grad can say, so I'm extremely grateful.
I am going to be an office assistant at the private psychology practice of Dr. April Harris-Britt et al. She sees mainly kids, so it'll be a change from what I was doing at Dr. Weisler's last summer. And it's like, two minutes from my house.
YAY! |
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| Spontaneous Road Trips, part 1. |
[Oct. 3rd, 2009|07:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  weird | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Family Guy - "Rock Lobster" | ] |
Today I drove to Yadkinville and back, stopping only to pee at a Bojangles in Lewisville. The sky was perfectly blue, there wasn't much traffic, and I had my newly-purchased Deep Purple CD to keep me company. I took a few pictures (probably a hazardous thing to do), but I haven't looked yet to see if any of them came out decently.
Then on the drive back, I hit football traffic in Chapel Hill, and had to deal with Southpointe's usual Saturday wankery on my quest to buy the newly remastered Abbey Road, by special request from Dad. God I hate that mall.
Shrimp and scallops for dinner, courtesy of Mom and her newest kitchen implement, a serving spoon which hangs onto the side of the skillet. We ate while watching a Jerry Seinfeld stand-up video produced in 1998, with pre-9/11 airport security jokes.
Fwee. |
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