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NaNoWriMo '08.


December is for sleeping.
 
 
 
 
 
 
And oh, you're suddenly a stranger
There's no explaining where you stand
And you didn't know
that you sometimes have to go
round an unexpected bend
And the road will end
In a new world....

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Sorry it has been a long time all. I have lost touch with candy and jewelsybear and anyone else who has a chance at reading this.

I am transferring. The decision wasn't an easy one, but I am beginning to feel it was right. It has been a hellish mountain of paperwork and phone calls and stress and tears. But now the sun is peeking through and I am excited about a new start. Super excited.

Who am I kidding? I am terrified. I don't know a soul on campus except my ex boyfriend. I am living with three people I have never met on a campus I have seen like three times.

But I needed a new start. It was physically getting hard to be there... there was something evil there, of that I am certain. I got out while I had a soul left. I know that sounds incredibly emo, but it is what it is.

People keep asking me why I transferred. Some assume it was PK, which isn't true. I mean, this past semester with her was hell, in no small part due to the fact that she was finishing her doctorate. And then some people think I am running from my depression, which also isn't true, though I did come to the realization that I cannot live like that anymore, or I will die like that. Some think it was a social thing... that I was having trouble with my friends or that I couldn't find myself a non-gay boy to settle down with. It is true, but again, no reason to transfer.

My exit survey asked me if it was because of the meal plan. Do people actually transfer because of meal plans? WTF?

But no. I remember looking at conservatories for grad school to see their requirements. I remember thinking that BV was never going to prepare me for a lot of the things on that list. It certainly wouldn't get me into Oberlin. So in the end, at least a large part of it was for the right reasons. But the meal plan does suck, for the record.

I want to sing opera. Is that so hard? I just want to sing and sing until I can't hear any of the reasons I tell myself I can't do it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Twas the night before the conducting final and all through the house
Ashley and Kendra were practicing like some crazed, freaky mouse
the ictus could be clearer, the cues just weren't there
but both of the conductors were too crazy to care.

With K at the dorms and Ash at the Tack
They had just settled down for a long conducting snack
Lucky students were nestled all snug in their beds.
Kendra and Ashley sort of wanted to smash in their heads.

When from the computer there rose such a clatter
The baton sprang from its plane, following the snare drum's patter
Hitting a beat pattern it flew like a flash,
Slapping that ictus, cuing a crash.

And what to my glazed over eyes should appear?
But some girl in their dorms with really greasy hair
She was not pretty, nor lively, nor quick
In fact, her intelligence was like that of a brick.

"That looks really hard!" her annoying voice claimed
If looks could kill, the girl would be maimed
Boo Mozart! Boo Copeland! Boo Haydn! Boo Bach!
Boo Holsinger! Boo Steve Tyler (a legend of Rock)

* * *
The day of the test, though feared, it had come
At this point both were just glad to be done.
There Jerry sat, looking calm and smug
It made the testers want to hire a thug.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His tests, how scary!
His cheeks were all pasty, his complexion like dairy!
He looked as if he had smoked some blow,
Before he had driven the miles in the snow.

An adjust of his glasses and a nod of his head,
I really really really wished I was dead;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
Starting the music with an obnoxious smirk.

They conducted with valor! They conducted with hate.
For this test would really determine their fate.
But the music went on and the baton flew on beat.
By the end of the test, they felt pretty sweet.

We sprang through the doors, arm feeling really sore
Thinking of mistakes, we may even have swore.
The semester was over, the test out of sight.
The conductors gave a bow then “Fuck you, Goodnight!”
 
 
 
 
 
 







 
 
 
 
 
 
So either my entire F-list has turned against me, or they have lives, scry either way. Shape up.

At any rate, conducting went much better today. I might actually PASS the test. I have to practice everything but the exercises. the exercises went suprisingly well today.

I am debating about NaNoWriMo this year... I have a much busier schedule and more demanding, but i really want to write a better novel.
 
 
 
 
 
 
i fucking hate my life i hate being retarded i hate having the motor skills of an 8 year old i hate my life i hate my body i hate my lack of sanity I FUCKING HATE MY LIFE
 
 
 
 
 
 
Okay so, in English, sex noises may go something like this:

Oh God, oh yeah, give it to me! Oh goddddddd!

So question:

In other countries, is it customary to shout out the name of their God when having sex? Like "Oh Krishna" or something like that?

I am honestly curious about it.
 
 
 
 
 
 
Piano Proficiency. 8:30.
 
 
 
 
 
 
A - Available: unfortunately...
A - Age: 19
A - Annoyance: People who think i'm joking when I tell them my phobia

B - Best Friend: Kendra
B - Beer: never
B - Birthday: Dec22

C - Crush: soda cans on my head
C - Car: Buick!
C - Candy: is my swell friend!

D - Day or night: Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
D - Dream Car: Volkswagon
D - Dog or cat: Kitty! Ember!

E - Easiest person to talk to: Counselor
E - Eggs: Shaken, not stirred
E - Email: I like it!

F - Favorite Month: January
F - Favorite color: Black
F - Favorite Memory: Making all-state the 1st time... you always remember your first...

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: wormies!
G - Gay or Straight: Heterosexual, hate the term straight
G - Giver or taker: giver

H - Hair Color: Brown
H - Height: 5' uhhhh.... 5?
H - Happy: Happy Joy Joy

I - Ice Cream: Peppermint!
I - Instrument: Contrabass Clarinet and Piano, both poorly
I - Idol: Kristen Chenoweth

J - Jewelry: In a yellow toolbox
J - Job: I had one of those once
J - Jail: we had a scare, but have never been in the slammer

K - Kids: NIMU--- NOT IN MY UTERUS!
K - Kickboxing or karate: I'll just submit, k?
K - Kindergarten: Mrs. Vigoret

L - Longest Car Ride: Busride. To. Texas.
L - Longest relationship: 2 years, on and off
L - Last Kiss: ... 2 years ago...

M - Milk Flavor: Strawberry!
M - Most missed person: Charlie
M - Movie Last Watched: Hahaha, Spice World

N - Number of Siblings:2 bros, 1 sis
N - Number of Tattoos: no.
N - Name: Ashley

O - One Wish: To be the stuff of the fairlytales
O - One Fear: Being forgotten
O - One Regret: Lies I've told

P - Pet Peeves: People who dress in clothing that is clearly too small for them... or when people with DDs try to go braless. COVER UP YOUR SAGGY COW TITS!!!
P - Part of your body you like best: My boobies. Which are in a bra.
P - Part of your personality: Humor

Q - Quote: "If they give you lined paper, write the other way." -William carlos Williams
Q - Quiet or Loud: Both and Neither
Q - Quick or Slow: That is a dumb question

R - Reason to smile: I have lovely breasts and the song "My Girlfriend who lives in Canada"
R - Reasons to cry: Piano Proficiency
R - Reasons to live: The hope that I will not be a failure someday

S - Song Last Heard: I speak Six Languages from 25th annual putnam county spelling bee
S - Season: Spring
S - Shoe: Heels! Cute ones!

T - Time you woke: too f*ing early
T - Time Now: 12:30
T - Time for bed: 2 am

U - Unpredictable: Very
U - Undecided: Whether I will make it through 4 years of the poofy haired one
U - Unknown fact: I have two moles on my butt that touch when I clench

V - Vegetable you hate: Sodexho ones
V - Vegetable you love: Water Chestnuts
V - Vacation spot: NYC

W- Worst Habits: Cybersexxing
W- Where are you going to travel next: to the bathroom
W- Weather right now: I don't know. I'm a mole person

X - X-Rays: Never
X - X-Rated Porn: Bring on the men!
X - X-Rated memories: I saw a penis once. My vagina got scared.

Y - Year you were born: 1987
Y - Year it is now: 2007
Y - Yellow: The sun!

Z - Zoo Animal: Sharks. I like to taunt them
Z - Zodiac Sign: Cappy!
Z - Zoolander: Huh?


And now I know my ABCs
Next time won't you sing with me~
 
 
 
 
 
 
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ear.... training.....

Keeler's top 10 rules for being a good ear training teacher:

*Introduce all new material by putting it on the test. Teach new material three minutes before said test.
*Play chords for a split second so that the ear cannot register anything
*Test students over the very same thing week after week so that if they dont understand one concept, they never will. and they are screwed
*Go at length to make students feel retarded even though you just couldn't hear them when they responded with a correct answer.
*Offer retakes at 8:00 on a Thursday morning and fail to show up. This makes students nice and well rested.
*Baby students who cannot sing a major triad.
*Explain to students that this is a tough skill, and that you arent even able to do it. Good luck!
*Discuss student progress in front of other students.
*Play chords in the most out of tune ranges of the piano. Because this is where all the chords you hear in real life actually occur.
*Sport a poofy hairstyle. THis way when you tip your head in a "I didn't hear you but I don't even know that I didn't hear you" fashion, students will at the very least be able to find humor in the madness.