Can't complain. Other than some annoying allergies (and my employment status, of course), things are good. I just made the reservations for my January trip to Des Moines: I'm flying into Omaha and driving a bit over two hours one way, but for $100 off on the plane ticket, it's totally worth it. This will be the first time I've rented a car and stayed in a hotel by myself. Mark thinks of traveling as an adventure--his doe-eyed enthusiasm for life is at the same time nauseating and totally adorable (Eagle Scout!). That's a great way to think about it, but it's difficult to keep in mind when you're hyperventilating in the security checkpoint line... Another thing I love about Mark is how organized and methodical he tries to be--this is why we work so well together. For my trip to NYC I adopted his technique of putting all pertinent logistic information in a report cover--everything's right there. And you print out the maps and directions from MSN and put them in there, too. And for my personal needs, I think I'll shorthand the directions on a Post-It and stick them to the steering wheel. This is fun, actually! I am so sick.
I had a recitative rehearsal for COSI today. I'm so glad I'm not so creeped out by the director anymore. I mean, he's strange and all, but I feel mostly comfortable alone with him now. Nearly as comfortable as with any man who's not friends or family, anyway. Anyway...tomorrow the cast is meeting at his house to watch THE MATRIX. Oh, did I not mention it? Yeah, well, we're doing an updated version (hereis the original story) in which we are teenagers who hang out in a shopping mall. (The director is trying to get The Gap or Banana Republic to sponsor us and get us clothes. Personally, I would rather get something less boxy and androgynous-looking--plus I could never get a pair of pants to fit there--but I may have no choice...) Instead of coming back disguised as Albanians, our fiances will be dressed like Neo from THE MATRIX. MOZART RELOADED, indeed... It's an idea that has a lot of layers, since the opera does question perceptions of reality, but I'm still not sure about it. I just don't want it to be too cheesy, even if we are performing for kids...
I have to get to the post office.
Monday, December 15
Thursday, December 11
Ha!
Jury went okay--they picked the piece that I didn't know as well, of course, and I felt like I was only singing from the chest up...but the fact that I noticed this is a huge step for me, so maybe I really have improved. Why couldn't they pick "Fruehling" or "Der Engel" if they were going to pick a German song? Oh, well...
Wednesday, December 10
Since I have nothing better to do (kidding), I though I'd do Erik's quiz:
[Name] Jennifer
[Nickname] Whatever people choose to call me, I suppose. Jen, I guess, not that I like it all that much.
[Screen name] contessajen on LiveJournal, not that I post there.
[Age] 26
[Astrological sign?] Aries
[Chinese zodiac sign?] Snake
[Location] North Carolina
[Sexual Preference] Straight with curves...
[Marital Status] De facto engaged. I asked, he said yes, but he wants to do it...
[Religion] Cafeteria Catholic
[Eye color] brown ("chocolate brown" on my CV)
[Height] 5'4"
[Shoe size] 8-9, depending on toe width.
[Parents still together?] Yes, by some miracle.
[Siblings?] Two younger brothers.
[ Nieces/Nephews? ] Not for a long time.
[ Kids of your own?] Within the next decade, I suppose.
[ Grandkids?] Hah!
[ Pets?] I'm not responsible enough. I would love to get a dog, but they need so much care and supervision and attention that I just don't have time to give right now. I really want a puppy, though.
[ In school/graduated?] AB in music, MM in vocal performance in May
[ Rent, lease, or own your home?] Rent
[ Have any credit cards?] Visa check card, Mastercard (platinum!)
[ What do you drive?] Rolla, the burgundy '94 Corolla with 108,000 miles
Preferences
[ Color ] red, green, violet
[ Number ] 5
[ Animal ] Cf. dog rant. I like cats OK, but my father always says if they were any bigger, they would think of us as prey...
[ Vehicle ] Toyota or Honda, compact sedan or hybrid.
[ Flower ] Hyacinth...they always remind me of Easter.
[ Scent ] Noa by Cacharel, or Coty Dulce Vanilla. Or sandalwood.
[ Shape ] Figure 8
[ Drinks ] L.I. Iced Tea! Or hard cider, or Guinness.
[ Coke or Pepsi ] Coke, but in a can or bottle (not fountain-style).
[ Book ] The Waste Lands from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King.
[ Band ] Can I say Ani DiFranco?
[ Song ] How could I choose?! My favorite Protestant hymn tune is Slane ("Be thou my vision," et al.).
Do you...
[ Color your hair? ] I used to, but why bother? It's fine the way it is.
[ Twirl your hair? ] No, but I do twirl my moustache. ;)
[ Have tattoos? ] Not yet. I sure am glad I didn't get that barcode tattoo on my ass...
[ Piercings? ] Three in each ear (top two closed) and one inner labia (which I think is still open. All the guys who've ever seen it have thought it was creepy. Even the guy with the nipple piercings. Which was totally hot, by the way.)
[ Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ] Three years in January!
[ Cheat on tests/homework? ] There may have been an AP Bio quiz or two.
[ Drink/Smoke? ] About once a week/almost never.
[ Like roller coasters? ] Love love LOVE.
[ Wish you could live somewhere else? ] In Raleigh, with my sweetie.
[ Want more piercings? ] No thank you. And Mark refuses to get his nipples pierced.
[ Like cleaning? ] Not particularly.
[ Write in cursive or print?] Print, but all my letters are connected anyway.
[ Carry a donor card? ] Indeed. I'm on the marrow donor list, too.
[ Swear a lot? ] Fuck yeah. And I have my college friends to blame.
[ Own a web cam? ] No.
[ Know how to drive? ] It took long enough.
[ Diet? ] Do I breathe?
[ Own a cell phone? ] I held out, but now I couldn't imagine life without it.
[ Ever get off the damn computer?] Eventually.
Have you ever...
[ Gotten a speeding ticket?] No, but I did get snapped by one of those SafeLights.
[ DUI?] No, but I ran into a checkpoint a few weeks ago and was shitting a brick...
[ Been in a car accident? ] Yes--the first was my fault (car-->wall), the second was not (high schooler not paying attention).
[ Been arrested? ] No.
[ Been in a fist fight? ] Not unless you count my brothers.
[ Kicked someone in the nuts? ] My brother, and Ryan S., in the lunch line in 8th grade.
[ Stolen anything? ] Yes.
[ Held a gun? ] No, and I don't plan to.
[ Drank? ] Not so much recently, but I can tie it on.
[ Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name?] No, but I've forgotten other people's names...
[ Considered a life of crime? ] God no.
[ Cheated on someone? ] Never ever.
[ Been married? ] No.
[ Cried over a girl?] I don't think so.
[ Cried over a boy? ] Oh yes.
[ Lied to someone? ] Though I'm not very good at it.
[ Been in love? ] Three times, I think.
[ Fallen for your best friend (of the opposite sex)? ] No.
[ Made out with JUST a friend? ] Can we count Cowboy?
[ Been rejected? ] Yuck.
[ Been in lust? ] I'm always in lust.
[ Used someone? ] You mean physically? Maybe once or twice.
[ Been used? ] I believe so.
[ Been cheated on? ] No. But they wouldn't live to tell about it...
[Experimented with homosexuality?] Less than I wanted to.
[Current mood] Conflicted
[Current music] Five-note descending scales. I don't know why.
[Current taste] Steak!
[Current hair] I haven't looked in the mirror. It smells good, though.
[Current annoyance] Trying to fly out to Des Moines in January for two days.
[Current smell] That coconut shampoo's all I notice.
[Current thing I ought to be doing] Practicing.
[Current windows open] Five Internet windows.
[Current desktop picture] I'm at school, so it's a picture of the library.
[Current favorite band] Neil Diamond.
[Current book] Black House by Stephen King and Peter Straub. (Dark Tower-related, of course)
[Current cds in stereo] Last 2 Ani and Tori CDs, Jessye Norman, Black Crowes
[Current favorite celeb] The rough-and-tumble Colin Farrell. Speaking of tumble...
[Current hate] Not with Mark!
[Current job] Temporarily laid-off receptionist for general contractor.
The last time....
[Last book you read] Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood
[Last movie you saw] Matrix: Revolutions. Such a shame!
[Last thing you had to drink] Diet 7-up, which is not as good as Diet Sprite.
[Last thing you ate] This ghetto trail mix I made (half peanuts, half raisins).
[Last person you talked to on the phone] Mark, this morning.
Do you.....
[Do drugs?] Nicotine about once a year, caffeine and alcohol about once a week, nothing harder since that intense hallucinogenic experience in 2000...
[Have a dream that keeps coming back?] I'm always running/hiding from either fallout or some sort of secret police. I guess I'm a Cold War baby.
[Play an instrument?] Trombone for three years, voice lessons for 10 years, piano for several months.
[Believe there is life on other planets?] There must be.
[Remember your first love?] Yes. He was really immature but sweet in his own way.
[Still love him/her?] Do we ever stop loving people?
[Read the newspaper?] I look at Mark's paper online most days, and read the weekend papers when I'm at his place.
[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] Are you kidding? I'm in opera.
[Believe in miracles?] I believe there are things we don't understand...
[Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?] I plan on it...
[Consider yourself tolerant of others?] I'm a little too intolerant of the intolerant. :)
[Consider love a mistake?] No way!
[Have a favorite candy?] Anything involving chocolate and peanut butter.
[Believe in astrology?] It's for entertainment purposes only!
[Believe in magic?] Cf. miracles.
[Believe in God?] Yes.
[Do well in school?] A-minuses make me sad.
[Go to or plan to go to college] I am now.
[Wear hats?] Occasionally, on bad hair days.
[Hate yourself?] There are days I don't like myself very much, but hate is a strong word for it.
[Have an obsession?] I'm a bit of a germ phobe. Me and my Purell! It comes partly from being a singer trying to avoid getting sick and partly from my mother's nurse stories.
[Collect anything?] I like old music books--textbooks, history books.
[Have a best friend?] Helen and Cathy and Mark.
[Close friends?] Yes.
[Like your handwriting?] When I'm not in a hurry.
[Care about looks?] To an extent.
So I got an e-mail from the Des Moines opera people saying that I have an audition in Iowa in January, but I'm not sure I can afford it. The plane ticket alone is over $300. And it's an 18-hour drive from here, which I'm not sure I can handle. (Through the Midwest, in January.) I need to talk the whole thing out with Mark--maybe we can figure something out.
My teaching demo went pretty well today. I'm just glad it's over with...
[Name] Jennifer
[Nickname] Whatever people choose to call me, I suppose. Jen, I guess, not that I like it all that much.
[Screen name] contessajen on LiveJournal, not that I post there.
[Age] 26
[Astrological sign?] Aries
[Chinese zodiac sign?] Snake
[Location] North Carolina
[Sexual Preference] Straight with curves...
[Marital Status] De facto engaged. I asked, he said yes, but he wants to do it...
[Religion] Cafeteria Catholic
[Eye color] brown ("chocolate brown" on my CV)
[Height] 5'4"
[Shoe size] 8-9, depending on toe width.
[Parents still together?] Yes, by some miracle.
[Siblings?] Two younger brothers.
[ Nieces/Nephews? ] Not for a long time.
[ Kids of your own?] Within the next decade, I suppose.
[ Grandkids?] Hah!
[ Pets?] I'm not responsible enough. I would love to get a dog, but they need so much care and supervision and attention that I just don't have time to give right now. I really want a puppy, though.
[ In school/graduated?] AB in music, MM in vocal performance in May
[ Rent, lease, or own your home?] Rent
[ Have any credit cards?] Visa check card, Mastercard (platinum!)
[ What do you drive?] Rolla, the burgundy '94 Corolla with 108,000 miles
Preferences
[ Color ] red, green, violet
[ Number ] 5
[ Animal ] Cf. dog rant. I like cats OK, but my father always says if they were any bigger, they would think of us as prey...
[ Vehicle ] Toyota or Honda, compact sedan or hybrid.
[ Flower ] Hyacinth...they always remind me of Easter.
[ Scent ] Noa by Cacharel, or Coty Dulce Vanilla. Or sandalwood.
[ Shape ] Figure 8
[ Drinks ] L.I. Iced Tea! Or hard cider, or Guinness.
[ Coke or Pepsi ] Coke, but in a can or bottle (not fountain-style).
[ Book ] The Waste Lands from the Dark Tower series by Stephen King.
[ Band ] Can I say Ani DiFranco?
[ Song ] How could I choose?! My favorite Protestant hymn tune is Slane ("Be thou my vision," et al.).
Do you...
[ Color your hair? ] I used to, but why bother? It's fine the way it is.
[ Twirl your hair? ] No, but I do twirl my moustache. ;)
[ Have tattoos? ] Not yet. I sure am glad I didn't get that barcode tattoo on my ass...
[ Piercings? ] Three in each ear (top two closed) and one inner labia (which I think is still open. All the guys who've ever seen it have thought it was creepy. Even the guy with the nipple piercings. Which was totally hot, by the way.)
[ Have a boyfriend/girlfriend? ] Three years in January!
[ Cheat on tests/homework? ] There may have been an AP Bio quiz or two.
[ Drink/Smoke? ] About once a week/almost never.
[ Like roller coasters? ] Love love LOVE.
[ Wish you could live somewhere else? ] In Raleigh, with my sweetie.
[ Want more piercings? ] No thank you. And Mark refuses to get his nipples pierced.
[ Like cleaning? ] Not particularly.
[ Write in cursive or print?] Print, but all my letters are connected anyway.
[ Carry a donor card? ] Indeed. I'm on the marrow donor list, too.
[ Swear a lot? ] Fuck yeah. And I have my college friends to blame.
[ Own a web cam? ] No.
[ Know how to drive? ] It took long enough.
[ Diet? ] Do I breathe?
[ Own a cell phone? ] I held out, but now I couldn't imagine life without it.
[ Ever get off the damn computer?] Eventually.
Have you ever...
[ Gotten a speeding ticket?] No, but I did get snapped by one of those SafeLights.
[ DUI?] No, but I ran into a checkpoint a few weeks ago and was shitting a brick...
[ Been in a car accident? ] Yes--the first was my fault (car-->wall), the second was not (high schooler not paying attention).
[ Been arrested? ] No.
[ Been in a fist fight? ] Not unless you count my brothers.
[ Kicked someone in the nuts? ] My brother, and Ryan S., in the lunch line in 8th grade.
[ Stolen anything? ] Yes.
[ Held a gun? ] No, and I don't plan to.
[ Drank? ] Not so much recently, but I can tie it on.
[ Been so drunk you couldn't remember your name?] No, but I've forgotten other people's names...
[ Considered a life of crime? ] God no.
[ Cheated on someone? ] Never ever.
[ Been married? ] No.
[ Cried over a girl?] I don't think so.
[ Cried over a boy? ] Oh yes.
[ Lied to someone? ] Though I'm not very good at it.
[ Been in love? ] Three times, I think.
[ Fallen for your best friend (of the opposite sex)? ] No.
[ Made out with JUST a friend? ] Can we count Cowboy?
[ Been rejected? ] Yuck.
[ Been in lust? ] I'm always in lust.
[ Used someone? ] You mean physically? Maybe once or twice.
[ Been used? ] I believe so.
[ Been cheated on? ] No. But they wouldn't live to tell about it...
[Experimented with homosexuality?] Less than I wanted to.
[Current mood] Conflicted
[Current music] Five-note descending scales. I don't know why.
[Current taste] Steak!
[Current hair] I haven't looked in the mirror. It smells good, though.
[Current annoyance] Trying to fly out to Des Moines in January for two days.
[Current smell] That coconut shampoo's all I notice.
[Current thing I ought to be doing] Practicing.
[Current windows open] Five Internet windows.
[Current desktop picture] I'm at school, so it's a picture of the library.
[Current favorite band] Neil Diamond.
[Current book] Black House by Stephen King and Peter Straub. (Dark Tower-related, of course)
[Current cds in stereo] Last 2 Ani and Tori CDs, Jessye Norman, Black Crowes
[Current favorite celeb] The rough-and-tumble Colin Farrell. Speaking of tumble...
[Current hate] Not with Mark!
[Current job] Temporarily laid-off receptionist for general contractor.
The last time....
[Last book you read] Cat's Eye by Margaret Atwood
[Last movie you saw] Matrix: Revolutions. Such a shame!
[Last thing you had to drink] Diet 7-up, which is not as good as Diet Sprite.
[Last thing you ate] This ghetto trail mix I made (half peanuts, half raisins).
[Last person you talked to on the phone] Mark, this morning.
Do you.....
[Do drugs?] Nicotine about once a year, caffeine and alcohol about once a week, nothing harder since that intense hallucinogenic experience in 2000...
[Have a dream that keeps coming back?] I'm always running/hiding from either fallout or some sort of secret police. I guess I'm a Cold War baby.
[Play an instrument?] Trombone for three years, voice lessons for 10 years, piano for several months.
[Believe there is life on other planets?] There must be.
[Remember your first love?] Yes. He was really immature but sweet in his own way.
[Still love him/her?] Do we ever stop loving people?
[Read the newspaper?] I look at Mark's paper online most days, and read the weekend papers when I'm at his place.
[Have any gay or lesbian friends?] Are you kidding? I'm in opera.
[Believe in miracles?] I believe there are things we don't understand...
[Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?] I plan on it...
[Consider yourself tolerant of others?] I'm a little too intolerant of the intolerant. :)
[Consider love a mistake?] No way!
[Have a favorite candy?] Anything involving chocolate and peanut butter.
[Believe in astrology?] It's for entertainment purposes only!
[Believe in magic?] Cf. miracles.
[Believe in God?] Yes.
[Do well in school?] A-minuses make me sad.
[Go to or plan to go to college] I am now.
[Wear hats?] Occasionally, on bad hair days.
[Hate yourself?] There are days I don't like myself very much, but hate is a strong word for it.
[Have an obsession?] I'm a bit of a germ phobe. Me and my Purell! It comes partly from being a singer trying to avoid getting sick and partly from my mother's nurse stories.
[Collect anything?] I like old music books--textbooks, history books.
[Have a best friend?] Helen and Cathy and Mark.
[Close friends?] Yes.
[Like your handwriting?] When I'm not in a hurry.
[Care about looks?] To an extent.
So I got an e-mail from the Des Moines opera people saying that I have an audition in Iowa in January, but I'm not sure I can afford it. The plane ticket alone is over $300. And it's an 18-hour drive from here, which I'm not sure I can handle. (Through the Midwest, in January.) I need to talk the whole thing out with Mark--maybe we can figure something out.
My teaching demo went pretty well today. I'm just glad it's over with...
Monday, December 8
So tired...
I need to just go home and take a nap and relax... I finished my pedagogy bibliography this afternoon (having left out any internet sources, since most of them just suck and I wanted to find something useful), and I only slept for about 5 hours. Call me a diva, but I really do need a lot more than that. (Yes, I know, one day I'll have kids and remember fondly the days of five consecutive hours of sleep, but for the moment let me remain in blissful ignorance.) Now that all the auditions are done, all I have left is my vocal pedagogy exam Wednesday (which is more of a thinking test, and has no wrong answers, but I have to do a teaching demo in front of the class which is totally nerve-wracking because I'm not a good teacher) and my jury on Thursday afternoon (for which I'm still working on a translation). Other than that, I finally have time to work on Christmas crafts and put the posters up in my bedroom and CLEAN my room. I'm really looking forward to the relaxation...
But before I go, let me tell you about my crazy weekend. I got up to New York Wednesday--my flight was an hour late, so we didn't get back until about 10:30. My aunt and her partner are in their fifties and aren't used to having overnight guests, so I shouldn't have been surprised when they only had one thin little cotton blanket for me... I was so cold. Several times during the night I woke up shivering (also, my aunt is going through "the change" so the heat is turned down to sixty degrees). That wasn't too fun. The next day I had my Santa Fe audition--it went pretty well, I thought, but I found myself once again going the wrong way on all the streets and had to ask for directions (rich white ladies and police officers, just like my mommy taught me). It was already snowing when I got to Manhattan on Friday for the Cincinnati audition. It didn't go as well--they didn't have a warmup room or anything, and I hadn't sung for three hours when my time came. I took a bad breath at a crucial point, and the accompanist came in unexpectedly...anyway, it wasn't great, plus it seemed most of the people there were at a higher level than I am. Anyway, no loss. So I take the bus to the airport a bit before two. The streets are already slippery. I arrive to find that no planes are arriving or taking off. My flight, and all the other flights to nearby cities, are cancelled over the course of the afternoon and early evening. I resign myself to sleeping in the airport, hopefully to fly out Saturday morning at nine. Then I met a couple from Charlotte who had decided to fly to Charleston, SC (that plane could leave), rent a car and drive three hours home, then drive to ________ to pick up their car the next day--and they offered to let me stay with them. They seemed like nice people--early sixties, obviously well-off--so I said yes and was able to secure a seat on the plane to Charleston. They had to de-ice the plane, which took forever, and we finally touched down in Charleston at about 11 PM. We arrived in Charlotte at two in the morning, then left at eleven for ________. I had just enough time to drive home and pee before meeting Mark and heading to __________ for my next audition. That one went well, and hopefully I'll hear something back soon about the next step in the application process. Then Mark reminds me that there's this work party he wants to go to in Raleigh--he offers to do all the driving, so I say yes. Basically, I've been surviving on the kindness of strangers and turns of fate for like five days. I am very thankful. At the same time, I am totally exhausted and didn't eat lunch, so I have to go. But I guess I'm doing pretty well, especially considering everything.
Sidebar: What's the deal with the eleventh-hour decision to turn in our twenty-dollar bills? Are they trying to bust some huge counterfeiting ring or something? Honestly, it all sounds a little fishy to me...
I need to just go home and take a nap and relax... I finished my pedagogy bibliography this afternoon (having left out any internet sources, since most of them just suck and I wanted to find something useful), and I only slept for about 5 hours. Call me a diva, but I really do need a lot more than that. (Yes, I know, one day I'll have kids and remember fondly the days of five consecutive hours of sleep, but for the moment let me remain in blissful ignorance.) Now that all the auditions are done, all I have left is my vocal pedagogy exam Wednesday (which is more of a thinking test, and has no wrong answers, but I have to do a teaching demo in front of the class which is totally nerve-wracking because I'm not a good teacher) and my jury on Thursday afternoon (for which I'm still working on a translation). Other than that, I finally have time to work on Christmas crafts and put the posters up in my bedroom and CLEAN my room. I'm really looking forward to the relaxation...
But before I go, let me tell you about my crazy weekend. I got up to New York Wednesday--my flight was an hour late, so we didn't get back until about 10:30. My aunt and her partner are in their fifties and aren't used to having overnight guests, so I shouldn't have been surprised when they only had one thin little cotton blanket for me... I was so cold. Several times during the night I woke up shivering (also, my aunt is going through "the change" so the heat is turned down to sixty degrees). That wasn't too fun. The next day I had my Santa Fe audition--it went pretty well, I thought, but I found myself once again going the wrong way on all the streets and had to ask for directions (rich white ladies and police officers, just like my mommy taught me). It was already snowing when I got to Manhattan on Friday for the Cincinnati audition. It didn't go as well--they didn't have a warmup room or anything, and I hadn't sung for three hours when my time came. I took a bad breath at a crucial point, and the accompanist came in unexpectedly...anyway, it wasn't great, plus it seemed most of the people there were at a higher level than I am. Anyway, no loss. So I take the bus to the airport a bit before two. The streets are already slippery. I arrive to find that no planes are arriving or taking off. My flight, and all the other flights to nearby cities, are cancelled over the course of the afternoon and early evening. I resign myself to sleeping in the airport, hopefully to fly out Saturday morning at nine. Then I met a couple from Charlotte who had decided to fly to Charleston, SC (that plane could leave), rent a car and drive three hours home, then drive to ________ to pick up their car the next day--and they offered to let me stay with them. They seemed like nice people--early sixties, obviously well-off--so I said yes and was able to secure a seat on the plane to Charleston. They had to de-ice the plane, which took forever, and we finally touched down in Charleston at about 11 PM. We arrived in Charlotte at two in the morning, then left at eleven for ________. I had just enough time to drive home and pee before meeting Mark and heading to __________ for my next audition. That one went well, and hopefully I'll hear something back soon about the next step in the application process. Then Mark reminds me that there's this work party he wants to go to in Raleigh--he offers to do all the driving, so I say yes. Basically, I've been surviving on the kindness of strangers and turns of fate for like five days. I am very thankful. At the same time, I am totally exhausted and didn't eat lunch, so I have to go. But I guess I'm doing pretty well, especially considering everything.
Sidebar: What's the deal with the eleventh-hour decision to turn in our twenty-dollar bills? Are they trying to bust some huge counterfeiting ring or something? Honestly, it all sounds a little fishy to me...
Sunday, December 7
Quizzes from Erik:
You are 'Silent Night'! You really enjoy
Christmas, and you like your Christmases
conventional. For you, Christmas is about
family and traditions, and you rather enjoy the
rituals of going to church at midnight and
turning off the lights before flaming the plum
pudding. Although you find Christmas shopping
frustrating, you like the excitement of
wrapping and hiding presents, and opening a
single door on the Advent Calendar each day.
You like the traditional carols, and probably
teach the children to sing along to them. More
than anyone else, you will probably actually
have a merry Christmas.
What Christmas Carol are you?
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You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
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Very interesting...
I had some severe travel drama (LaGuardia on Friday), which I will relate tomorrow when I have time. Suffice it to say I am back in _________ and working on that bibliography (which I thought was due Wednesday, but was actually due last Friday). Yuck!
You are 'Silent Night'! You really enjoy
Christmas, and you like your Christmases
conventional. For you, Christmas is about
family and traditions, and you rather enjoy the
rituals of going to church at midnight and
turning off the lights before flaming the plum
pudding. Although you find Christmas shopping
frustrating, you like the excitement of
wrapping and hiding presents, and opening a
single door on the Advent Calendar each day.
You like the traditional carols, and probably
teach the children to sing along to them. More
than anyone else, you will probably actually
have a merry Christmas.
What Christmas Carol are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
You are glucose. People feed off of you. You are
sweet, caring, and a source of energy for
everyone around you. You can inspire others
with your creativity and depth, and you can
keep people alive when in times of famine.
People love you...or at least the way you
taste.
Which Biological Molecule Are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Very interesting...
I had some severe travel drama (LaGuardia on Friday), which I will relate tomorrow when I have time. Suffice it to say I am back in _________ and working on that bibliography (which I thought was due Wednesday, but was actually due last Friday). Yuck!
Wednesday, December 3
I'm about to leave campus and start heading for the airport. I don't mind flying so much as waiting in the security lines. I don't know why--it's not as if I'm trying to smuggle hashish or something. Problems with authority figures, I suppose. And twice I've almost missed planes because of long lines and/or being picked out for wanding. I like to have control over my destiny, which is why I like to drive and hate sitting in traffic.
Anyway, I'm starting to get a little nervous--the least of which is with the actual audition itself. All those pieces are as well in place now as they will be tomorrow. It's more the logistics: what if I miss my train? What if I get on the subway the wrong way? (It's happened, as Helen remembers.) I was having some packing drama as well--I have to bring all my bags with me to the Friday audition, so I limited myself to one overnight bag and my smallish purse. I generally pride myself on my packing prowess, but this is out of control. I had to sqeeze my hairdryer and dress shoes in this bag. I'm not sure how I'm going to pack it up when I leave, at the Cincinnati audition site, in the bathroom, after I change out of my dress and heels. Good luck...
Anyway, I'm leaving. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write again before my Fletcher audition on Saturday, but I'll let you all know how things have gone.
Wish me luck!
Anyway, I'm starting to get a little nervous--the least of which is with the actual audition itself. All those pieces are as well in place now as they will be tomorrow. It's more the logistics: what if I miss my train? What if I get on the subway the wrong way? (It's happened, as Helen remembers.) I was having some packing drama as well--I have to bring all my bags with me to the Friday audition, so I limited myself to one overnight bag and my smallish purse. I generally pride myself on my packing prowess, but this is out of control. I had to sqeeze my hairdryer and dress shoes in this bag. I'm not sure how I'm going to pack it up when I leave, at the Cincinnati audition site, in the bathroom, after I change out of my dress and heels. Good luck...
Anyway, I'm leaving. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write again before my Fletcher audition on Saturday, but I'll let you all know how things have gone.
Wish me luck!
Monday, December 1
By the way, this is hilarious. My favorite part is, "A girl like that could really make you want to glorify the Lord within the confines of the holy matrimonial bed, if you know what I'm saying!"
I'm not feeling very well today--light-headed, kind of grouchy. I think my period is coming. Just in time for that trip to New York...
It's the end of the semester, and things are getting down to the wire. I'm beginning to regret sitting on my ass for all of Thanksgiving Break. I really needed the break, though! I got a lot of sleep, thankfully. Now I just have to:
1. Finish the vocal ped work: videotape a lesson tomorrow, teach in front of the class next Monday, take a final and hand in this big annotated bibliography (which I haven't started) next Wednesday. Yay.
2. Auditions Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I'll do okay as long as I don't get too tense. And remember to breathe. And unlock my knees.
3. Work on COSI music. I'm busy enough!
4. Finish making holiday gifts, send out cards, etc.
5. Clean my room!
6. Balance my checkbook. I have let it go way too long. I'll probably end up doing it in the airport and on the plane Wednesday. Nothing else to do but add and subtract. Well, mostly subtract.
And other things as well, I'm sure. I guess I should get to work.
What I really want to do is eat a large dinner consisting mainly of beef. Maybe I'll do that, too. And fold my laundry. But first--a little bibliography work...
It's the end of the semester, and things are getting down to the wire. I'm beginning to regret sitting on my ass for all of Thanksgiving Break. I really needed the break, though! I got a lot of sleep, thankfully. Now I just have to:
1. Finish the vocal ped work: videotape a lesson tomorrow, teach in front of the class next Monday, take a final and hand in this big annotated bibliography (which I haven't started) next Wednesday. Yay.
2. Auditions Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I'll do okay as long as I don't get too tense. And remember to breathe. And unlock my knees.
3. Work on COSI music. I'm busy enough!
4. Finish making holiday gifts, send out cards, etc.
5. Clean my room!
6. Balance my checkbook. I have let it go way too long. I'll probably end up doing it in the airport and on the plane Wednesday. Nothing else to do but add and subtract. Well, mostly subtract.
And other things as well, I'm sure. I guess I should get to work.
What I really want to do is eat a large dinner consisting mainly of beef. Maybe I'll do that, too. And fold my laundry. But first--a little bibliography work...
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