Midnight Strolls

prophetbynight @ 2006-03-01T21:14:00

2006-03-02T02:17:33Z

if you happened to see this before i edited, please know that there was a typo, and that that journal will not be in use. sorry.

the new lj is actually:
http://the-troubador.livejournal.com/

so please comment and re-friend if you would. and for those of you who went to the typo one. my thanks for visiting, and my appologies for my own crappy typing. promise, this is the last time.

consequently, who knows how to delete an lj account?

i think i should like to feel infinite

2006-02-22T18:17:57Z

so i have finally done something with my sick days. be still your beating hearts, no, not homework, don't worry. but i did read a book, that wasn't the awakening (thank god), and i really enjoyed it. but i can't help thinking that i should have read this in freshman year, because i think it would have been better then.

about an hour ago i finished reading "the perks of being a wallflower" and i really enjoyed it. i really need to try and read more books, and watch less tv (in my free time i mean).

i woke up today and wondered if there was school, because at 9:30 it was snowing pretty hard, the road was somewhat covered and from my windows it looked like there was a lot of snow. i suppose the fact that no one was here put an end to my wondering, but still, a nice way to wake up.

i know that this weekend might very well be crazy, but i think something big needs to go down soon. we've accomplished so much, we're so close and we need to have a celebration to make it all official. we'll see.

p.s. -to those of you i promised mix cds. they will be late, iTunes decided to hate me lately. my iPod does NOT work properly, and fixing it, or getting a new one is at the top of my musical to do list (perhaps it is second to rehersing Dvorak?).

prophetbynight @ 2006-02-14T22:36:00

2006-02-15T03:45:19Z

today was a day to be dealt in hearts. however, i was apparently playing a hand in spades, and trump was hearts. i just bet wrong, or perhaps i just didn't have enough points in my hand. well, enough with the bridge metaphors.

in other news, french today was great. we watched an amazing movie, and mme desmarais was in a good mood. i don't know where she gets these moods of hers, but she really can be quite pleasant when she finds herself amidst a good one.

i'm finally playing something that's not just an orchestra piece, and this is good, because i love dvorak, but after the eighth symphony every weekend, and the nineth from my EE, i'm a bit dvorak'd out. mendehlson on the other hand is great. a tad easy, but that's fine with me for now.

so now that i'm thinking about it, all you music type people out there who want to do a senior solo, ever think of a double concerto/sonata or perhaps a trio? if this sounds cool to you tell me, i'll see what music i can dig up.

umm, something random about my straight hair. it was straight today, and it made me feel like a ninja cause almost no one recognized me in the halls.

prophetbynight @ 2006-02-08T00:10:00

2006-02-08T05:24:55Z

i'm not going to end up liking how this sounds. it's going to be agnsty i think, and i really hate that prospect, but for some reason, whatever this is wants to be written down here (i suppose this is why i really got this lj a while back).

i don't really know what this is. it's a sort of, i don't know, fuzz. not a "that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside" fuzz, but hazy, unclear. i feel like i'm kind of walking through my life, on rails. i see what's along the way and it was all painted by a frenchman. he was of an acceptable sort, if you are a fan of art, but i have tired of living in an impressionist painting. things have textures, but they are the wrong ones. there is a blur, a mist and i wish it would leave. i don't know why but i often feel there is an awkwardness, between myself and everyone, even with people i know, even with people i like. who, supposedly, like me.

again, i'm sorry, agnsty/emo crap. yes, yes. i hope it's just a hangover from my extended essay, but i don't know. saddness is too self-conscious. it worries about what other people think, as proof, people like me vent on online blogs, and emo bands make far too much money.

blow the blues

2006-01-23T04:06:31Z

a man once asked me to measure sadness, "how blue am i," he wondered.
so blue it was leaking like ink, but i could hardly tell him that.
"well?" he asked, and flatly at that.
he didn't really care, there was no need for me to hurry my answer.

"why do you want to know, and how should i?"
he sighed and said, "because sadness is so self-aware."
ain't that the truth.

"play for me, and i'll tell you," i said.
and he picked up his horn,
dull with color,
and played me the blues.

twelve bars have never been so lonely,
certainly never so lovely.

i bought the man a drink.

"pick up the harmonica," i instructed him.
"prisoners play the harp, that's an insincere kind of sorrow."
he was right. there were only a few instruments out there right for the job.

"so, how blue am i," he again asked.
"why ask me?" i pressed.
"because we're the same."
oh, right.

prophetbynight @ 2006-01-14T14:42:00

2006-01-14T19:53:56Z

this will be short. for starters, i am not longer ill.

CONCERT UPDATES:
the new pornographers and belle and sebastian (on march 5 and 6) are all sold out. damnit!

metric is on a thursday during tok. maybe things can be done, but doubtful.

copeland (on feb. 26) is supposedly playing the 9:30 club but the 9:30 club has nothing about them on the site. wtf.

arctic monkeys! (mar. 27) is not sold out and tickets are $15. i really want to go to this show (so comment if you'll go with me so i can buy tickets).

NEW CONCERTS WHICH MAY CONCERN YOU:

feist is playing the black cat on feb. 8! jibulation!

clap your hands say yeah! are playing the 9:30 club on mar. 8.

comment about these concerts please, as i would like some company for the concerts (and need help deciding which ones to put my money towards).

omg man!

2006-01-13T03:26:11Z

today was a very good day. english was acceptable (i'm really fond of The Sorrow of War). maya showed me her comic "the adventures of omg man." funniest thing i've read since ever. the entire class was had been talking about sorrow, war, death, and suffering and i was crying i was laughing so hard.

then french. i never have good days in french. ever. and yet, here i am to say that today was a slendid day in french and i am in a state of jibulation over the results of my oral presentation today.

physics was physics.

topics was topics.

after school kate, valerie and i went to kates house and made french toast. it was really quite good. we of course realized that we only had a vague idea of how to make this little treat once at kate's, but we made do. it was quite tasty and fun. mmm.

then tok. i have finally become completely baffled by numbers. to make a long story short, tomorrow i think i'm going to try and prove that negative numbers don't exist to mrs. greenblum. i'll let you know how it turns out. either way, i plan to ask how two dimensions can exist within one dimension. clearly this is way over my head, but that damned tok documentary got me thinking and it's really bothering me. mrs. greenblum better be ready for my crazed questions tomorrow.

after tok, tenzin, tishan, howard and i drove over to chipotle (after much indecision) and had delicious burritos. mmm, food. we encountered litic there as well and it soon became quite the party. a bunch of asians/indians and me. sounds like a sitcom. it could have been. there were stories about people who simply should never speak again, racist comedians who are absolutely hilarious, howard's theory on the lack of relationships at marshall, and so much more. it was truly a symposium.

well, i'm gonna go do my physics lab and go to bed. for those of you thrifty people out there, i will be working at clocktower tomorrow, so come and visit me. it'll be good times. later.

prophetbynight @ 2006-01-09T21:36:00

2006-01-10T02:38:52Z

it's not so much jumping on the bandwagon, as it is shameless procrastination. also, after an all nighter, i am very, very open to suggestion. why is it that i don't get taken advantage of? damnit, i just can't win.

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not since the death of ceasar...

2006-01-09T07:54:13Z

well all, it's late. i'm maybe two paragraphs away from done with my tok essay. what's better than that is that i'm actually proud of it. i really think i did a pretty good job on this one. hopefully mr. boutchard will agree. hopefully the bastards at IB will agree.

but really, i think its time i shared what i wanted to.

for those of you who don't know, i turn 18 on march 15. i am excited about this. but why am i so excited now? i'll tell you. GOD (yes the one and only GOD whose very existance i've questioned many times before) has given me an early gift that is like unto immortality (or whatever else is cliche and desirable). that gift was this, an onslaught of rock:
march 5 and 6: belle and sebastian, and the new pornographers - 9:30 club
march 27: the arctic monkeys - 9:30 club

also metric is playing 9:30 but i don't know when.

so yeah, you rock god. you rock. HARD. if you're a dj, you're a pretty damn good one.

i will basically be a hobo after march because i plan to see all those conerts, but i am perfectly ok with that. but then, i don't want to go alone (that's emo, and none of these bands are). so who wants to see some of these shows with me?

not since the death of ceasar, has march been so epic.

p.s. to those of you whom i have already IMed about these concerts, i'm sorry for being all "OMG, OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!blah blah CAPS LOCK blah blah...i sound like a thirteen year old girl obsessed with a boy band" but such is the kickassitude of what is to come. life fulfilling conerts. yay! ^_^

punch in the face

2006-01-08T00:18:49Z

today i went back to tae kwon do for the first time since the end of june. i hurt so bad. i have lost any semblence of flexibility and stanmina that i once had. hopefully the schedule i've chosen will put me on a fast track to getting those things back.

and in other news:
tok essay
reading log
sorrow of war.

is it me, or do they plan it this way?

something

2006-01-05T04:19:31Z

hmm...
i have been having random thoughts pop into my head lately. but i haven't started walking around with a notepad. yet. but soon i will. until then, i will try and keep track of certain things in here.

i was walking today
and my mind whispered to me
tales of shoulders
kissing,
shoes talking,

and then there was quiet.

and so my mind told me
"it's all just attraction"
so i resolved to fortify myself

i need iron skin
or a steel heart.

children play with magnets
to learn these valuable life lessons.

so yeah, transitions. but finally, there is something in my head again. somethings even. this seems frost-esque now. "something" FOR ONCE! but i do digress.

digress is most likely spelled wrong.

it's a wonderful life

2005-12-17T22:03:40Z

yesterday i had a rather emo day at school. couldn't seem to exist without annoying people. i'll stop there.

after school it was maya time. before we drove off to the thrift store there was a crisis. ali rudel couldn't find her cell phone. it was sad, we tried to help, but to no avail. as a reward we were given many tasty starbucks leftover. mmm.

at the thrift store i took a bunch of donations, gave recepts, and then hurled heavy garbage bags full of clothes into storage. twas fun. maya and i goofed around, and eventually, ali visited us at the store. all very exciting i assure you.

after we left, and i got home, i got very sick very quick. i am still sick, and it is just craptastic. i wanted to go out and do christmas shopping for family and friends alike today, and instead i'm am stuck at home with a fever, a headache, and a box of tissues.

the upside, grilled cheese for lunch. tis' a sick child's food, and oh so good.
hot chocolate. even better when you've got the chills.
mixes. well, i might as well get something done. i must say, i am facing quite a dilema, i can never choose which song to cut out of a mix, they are all so good.

now it is time for more pills.

p.s. - if you can breathe at all, i invite you over here to kiss my ass.

today was quite good

2005-12-13T02:31:01Z

i haven't done a real entry in a while. for starters i am still super excited about oberlin. that out of the way, i think it's time to talk about other things, like the fact that it "tis the season" and what not. well i plan to enjoy the season somehow, and i would very much like to enjoy it with close friends. i have heard many rumors of parties but no real solid plans, so please tell me if there are parties/plans/whatever about.

anyway, i'm excited because i shouldn't have much homework until break, which is quite the pleasant change from the hellish week i had just before. even with delays and snow days i was miserable. group 4, english...yadda yadda yadda, complain whine bitch. moving on.

today in english i made a reference to a certain movie, the dead poets society. i don't know if dr. castaldo hasn't seen it or not, but she was talking about her professor who taught a class on whitman, and i just thought, and asked, did he ever say, "you may call me two things in this class, mr. keating, or, if you are slightly more daring, oh captin, my captin." the answer was no. well, brett and i enjoyed it. it is always nice to know that there are people in my english class who get me.

on a more musical note...hah hah, see that, that was a pun, and a real groaner too. anyway, i had a cello leson today, and it was spectacular. my teacher gave me a big hug for oberlin, and then we sat down and got to work on dvorak's eighth symphony (the old number four, opus 88). it is all about the cello, and i couldn't be happier. my favorite composer, my instrument, my orchestra...my kinda music. oh but damned if it isn't hard. i will be requesting that everyone go to the concert when i play this, it's over spring break i think, so please, keep an ear out for that.

my teacher and i also talked a little about more modern music. i spotted a ben folds five CD in the practice room, and we discussed them. the discussion moved towards rufus wainwright. "ughh, detestable, i heard him pre-rehab. it was horrible. on top of that, he played...bolero." i tried to convince her to listen to him again, and i think she might, but i had no idea he ever played bolero...that's like a cardinal sin, just, just no. but it's ok (livia, amrit, others) i am still a fan, just, well, i'm glad he's redeeming himself.

just amazing

2005-12-11T03:59:20Z

i'll make this short and sweet.

i probably won't be able to finish all the mixes this weekend, but i swear, i really am going to give them to you guys.

catherine's birthday was awesome. chilling with everyone, foosball with michelle, cake with catherine, music and other things with maya and michelle afterwards. all very nice, but then, i'm a bit droozy at the moment.

finally the bulk of the entry, it also is quite simple and short. i received a letter from a certain college. it read:

"Congrats! You're in!"
so i suppose i shall be attending my first choice college, oberlin. um, yeah, like FUCK YEAH!

prophetbynight @ 2005-12-04T20:26:00

2005-12-05T01:29:35Z

so i'm writing my extended essay. we'll just skip over how i'm not going to have a near final draft done by tomorrow and how mr. baldwin still hasn't told me anything to help me.

cut to tomorrow when i have to do a lot of physics, french and my oral commentary for homework. then look ahead to thursday for group 4. oh yay! my week will be funerific. where by that i mean, i will be dead come friday, just in time for the concert that weekend i have to play in.

good gracious, didn't i used to do fun things?

if i had to do it all over again, i wonder if i'd still do the diploma?

spy v. spy

2005-12-02T23:30:39Z

how do they know me? ex kgb opperatives are following me. it's not safe...they totally have my number:


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"you don't visit men, you visit monuments."

2005-12-01T05:45:54Z

today was a lovely day. the amnesty bake sale was quite the success. we made a lot of money, we all got more than enough wonderful baked goods to make us happy for the rest of the day (this was not my reason, but it helped) and we got to hang out with friends for quite some time. livia and i walked around afterwards selling the leftovers...that was exhausted eventually, but still, a huge success. also, now everyone in amnesty international knows a little about why i so loathe my orchestra teacher. i can't wait to hear her in class tomorrow. i'm sure i shall be rediculed...whatever, it's an every class occurance anyway. i've learned to tune her out, her stupidity is contageous i'm afraid.

then off to clock tower for thrifty service hours. i found a lot of items which caused me to laugh, and then maya showed up and we had a grand time of it. i got a pair of gloves and a phish cd, so it was well. i realized today that i only pay an eighth of the regular cost of everything in the thrift store (meaning the gloves and the cd set me back a whole dollar).

maya and i realized in my car that neither of us had any homework, so we decided to have a little adventure. it consisted mainly of me taking backroads most people don't know exist to get to seven corners, and then more backroads home. we stopped at a hole in the wall, which is the coolest shop i've ever laid eyes upon. walls and walls of nothing but books and a few records. then there's the floors, which is covered with even more books. maya and i found the poetry section and read excerpts from most authors we could find. i opened longfellow's complete works expecting to find a lovely little world of verse and instead found flowers. pressed between pages 300 and something and the adjacent, it was the most interresting part of the book. similar was tennyson. both dullards. all they do is rhyme in a very middle school way, couplets couplets...my kingdom for some internal rhyme, some varied verse for the love of god, and let's not even get started on the predictability of their shallow schemes. maya and i made a game of picking the rhyming words.

i just now have started to appriciate how much IB has exposed me too. joyce along gave me a whole list of things to look for in that lovely hovel of a store. he gave me byron and warned me about tennyson. frost (whose works i have in full) advised maya to look to keats, and mary shelly had good taste in men. i ended up not buying a book of poetry, but a novel. it is somewhat like a room with a view, perhaps told by joyce from what i have read. at least that's what i got, but i only read tidbits so far. i spotted a true prize, which resides with maya.

a comic book: EMO BOY. yes i'm for real and it is wonderfully entertaining. maya and i laughed at the sixties type store, lusted after their books, and chatted with the most likely very stoned man who works behind the counter. "why on earth are you two buying these 'bad' books? i didn't know kids these days read!" and an explaination of IB later we were back at our homes.

i for one ended up cleaning my room. for those of you who have been inside it before, i would like you to know two things. (1) i have a floor; (2) i have a blue rug. i can actually see my floor and i have a very tidey desk. at the moment i am on my second hand iBook (curtousey of my uncle, yay early christmas gifts) enjoying the greatness that is a firewire connection. but now, i think since i'm still just a bit wired, i shall read myself to sleep with "the moon and sixpence."

all that for nothing

2005-11-29T05:09:39Z

for those of you who read questionable content, which is basically as addictive as the OC in webcomic form (only entertaining, funny, witty...and for the literate), you should all know that i am very aggrivated right now. part of the reason i procrastinated on hw tonight was so that i'd have something to do while i waited for tonight's strip. it was disappointing on many levels; a huge let down for me, so attached am i. however, there is hope. sofia and i were talking about it earlier, and we agreed: dora > faye. so there's that.

well, that's it for my esoteric semi-rant on a webcomic a good deal of you probably don't read, but it really was my reason for being conscious at the moment, and it really pissed me off.

but really, another reason why i'm pissed, i still have work to do, cause i had this brilliant plan. way to go me. i am a moron. hail to me.

also an update, comment if you download the radiohead mix, and give me a shout as to how it is. i'm pretty sure it's good, i mean i love it. but this is radiohead, and there's so very much to love about them, if i didn't capture something about them that you like, be sure to comment so i can look into it. i always enjoy that.

well, i must be going, i looks like the fiery furnaces download is freezing, just to make life better.

radiohead

2005-11-29T03:46:48Z

to those of you who i promised mixes to, i am sorry. i have been held up by school work and other such crap. i will make your mixes as promised, but i will require some additional time.

in the mean time, if you go here:

http://s46.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2C1BBYU3NBBR7350CIGYEVASRE

you will find a very good radiohead mix. it is quite good and very comprehensive. although i am missing hail to the thief, i think any and all radiohead fans out there will agree, i did a very good job on this one.

because my computer is stupid, the tracks are not longer in the order that i very carefully selected. here is the correct order, i would advise listening to it in said order:

1. I Might Be Wrong
2. Bones
3. Anyone Can Play Guitar
4. The Bends
5. Paranoid Android
6. Morning Bell
7. Karma Police
8. Ripcord
9. Just
10. Pyramid Song
11. Fake Plastic Trees
12. Creep
13. Packt Like Sardines In A Crushed Tin Box
14. Electioneering
15. Idioteque
16. Knives Out
17. My Iron Lung
18. Climbing up The Walls
19. Motion Picture Soundtrack

yes i probably should have used a cut, but i don't really know how to do a cut, so here we are. for those of you who may have heard farace today claim coldplay to be superior to radiohead...well, farace is cool, and he does have pretty good taste sometimes, and he is always entitled to his opionion...here's the breakdown, though: coldplay good; radiohead god.
radiohead > coldplay

prophetbynight @ 2005-11-27T18:10:00

2005-11-27T23:29:55Z

it was the first snow of the year. the little ones outside where darting about, fascinated by every frozen puddle and each handful of sparkling powder. their darting was so vigorous snow was soon slush, and i could hear them slipping as they splashed with a slosh. from just above they watched; their rounder, older, counter-parts. they were far from excited (but O! how exciting it must have been to be them, the hatchlings in their first snow). but the adults just started blankly, as if they were in thought somewhere deep within their plump selves. perhaps they were wondering why they were here and not in the tropics. hadn't that been the plan?

the were close, but not too close. was it politically correct, how close they were? they seemed extra-puffed up for warmth, and, apart though they were, there was a highly advertised nonexistant decree that no one get between them. perhaps the would have held each other were it not so cold, or perhaps they were simply too taken with their puddle-jumping youngsters.

it didn't seem right to me that they were still here, with a heavy snow falling, but i suppose some just like the cold.

suddenly, as if my thoughts were made audible, they all perked up. though the hatchlings had always known it was snowing (and O! how they were wonderfully aware, they were blue with knowledge) their plumper caretakers had not realized. an icy glove had broken their trance. with authority they gathered the children, and then, all at once, they took off into the gray sky.

so it snowed for a few days up in ohio, and that was very nice. it didn't stick around, but it was still nice. what was nicer, i didn't have to drive in it. lucked out.

prophetbynight @ 2005-11-21T19:28:00

2005-11-22T00:31:48Z

i'm too lazy to do a real update again, and further more, i'm procrastinating. having said that, you should all know what comes next. QUIZ TIME.

You scored as Indie.

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classic rock

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ska

70%

industrial

65%

Punk

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reggae

60%

Emo

60%

mainstream rock

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metal

40%

grunge

30%

Pop Punk

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well, i was pleased.

i win...dork of the year

2005-11-21T02:56:03Z

You are Bahamut!
You scored 18 good or evil, 15 spirituality, 9 power, and 8 intelligence!

Do you hear that? Something on the horizon stirs a cyclone from thin
air, clouds boil and darken, the air grows chill as an unmistakeable
sound pierces the air. The clouds part and a stream of pure white light
streaks the sky, obliterating anything it touches, sparking countless
explosions and drawing both gasps of terror and screams of agony in
chorus. Granted, Bahamut has been known to play both sides, but he's
usually on the side of good. He's extremely old, very wise, and lacking
none of the power he wielded long ago. Basically he's a demi-god, but
for our purposes he's the embodiment of all the best traits -
intelligence, spirit, strength and good. Appearing in practically every
single Final Fantasy in some form or other, Bahamut is synonymous with
not only power, but strength of will, wisdom and strength of character.
I must applaud you, test taker, for you are in a class all your own. If
you really measure up to Bahamut's impressive list of attributes,
you're alright in my book.
Your polar opposite is the Goblin. You're likely to get along with
anyone aligned with Good.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

You scored higher than 76% on purity
You scored higher than 70% on faith
You scored higher than 54% on strength
You scored higher than 29% on intelligence

Link: The Who are you in the FF Universe Test written by Helbereth on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

and now i slee...wait, no

2005-11-16T02:53:24Z

so yeah, i have seven As on my report card...i couldn't believe what i was seeing...i counted them and had my parents check to make sure i wasn't losing my mind doing college crap. i wasn't. wow, that's the best report card i think i ever got. damn you castaldo, if i had an A in your class, ugh...

now i want oberlin to see my first quarter grades, and they probably won't, and i have to think, god damn.

I FINISHED MY COLLEGE APPLICATION!!!!! Hazah, never again shall i do battle with you common app. ever.

but at least my application has been sent. over the net, and through the mail, and with a whole whole lotta luck, it might be my last college app. wouldn't that just be spiffy?

yes, and tasty like pie.

prophetbynight @ 2005-11-14T23:03:00

2005-11-15T04:05:47Z

here's my college essay that i'm using for the common app. i know it's supposed to sell me, but they asked for an essay on someone who had a big influence on me. well here it is:

Catherine Nguyen is perhaps my oldest friend, and certainly one the best. I have never failed to have some class with her since, unless my memory fails, the first grade. I have a multitude of memories with this girl. Some are so old that dust has made them blurry, and makes my sensitive nose quiver. I remember car pools to orchestra practices and camps, a lifetime of field trips, a volume of inside jokes (some of which, I must admit, weren’t all that funny), and even a few secrets. All the quintessential memories of a friendship that just a few months ago celebrated its eleventh birthday. I have always felt that the people in your life have a real impact on who you become and how you look at life.
Childhood up until high school all seems a distant blissful blur of spending weekends with friends and not devoting my every waking moment to homework. Now every day is punctuated by something: some sort of teen drama that could be placed on a TV sitcom, an ungodly amount work in something, an amazing night out with friends, or perhaps a rare day when one actually makes it to sleep before midnight. Catherine and I live in this staccato world and even help each other through it.
Catherine is a source of inspiration for me. There are days when I just cannot fathom finishing my work, and then I remember Catherine, the girl who plays multiple sports, has a job, and just as much work as I do. I have extracurricular activities, too, but how she manages to do everything she does is just amazing. Perhaps more amazing is that the next day at school after a busy night, she still manages to maintain a good attitude; she’s always friendly and polite. She’s helped me stick with the IB program at school, encouraged me to start participating in Model United Nations, and even helped push me into a scholarship program that took me to Japan last summer. She has time to listen to all of my little problems, my little fears, or on more entertaining days, my sarcastic rants on whatever subject.
Catherine’s always been there for me, cheering me on, or trying to help me out. Recently, though, she’s been affected by some of the drama, some of the overload, that comes with our syncopated lifestyle. A lot of my friends have. What impresses me is how she still manages to put others first. I would like to think that some of her has rubbed off on me. I try to be there for my friends, be someone who will listen and encourage, just like Catherine always does for me. Late night conversations, nice little favors, and trying to make them laugh are some of the ways I try to keep my friends’ spirits up. Catherine’s taught me to be a better person and a better friend, and that’s more important than anything I learned in class.

yeah, so any comments are welcomed. i have no problems trying to make this better by tomorrow, which is the deadline, so ughh, yeah, if you've got stuff to say, say it quick.

and before i go, remember MIXES, comment on the previous entry if you still want one.

ms. anderson mix

2005-11-13T01:05:03Z

so today, among other things, i ran an errand to office depot...long story short, i have 200 shinny new CD-Rs. so the question is:

WHO WANTS A MIX?

also, the only real story is that last night, while i was fixing the bridge on my cello, the sound post fell out. yes, it just fell. and my reaction was as follows: FUCK! luckily it only takes about ten minutes to fix...if you work in a strings shop in bethezda that closes at 1:00 in the afternoon. so my cello's fixed now, but i had to borrow one for the rehersal today, and as luck would have it, i also had to AUDITION today. the high part of barber's adagio for strings is hard enough when you know where to put your fingers...i did ok i think. it sounded really good except for one note (damn you A natural...fucking accidentals), also my counting was off sometimes, and the dynamics...ughh...yeah. so i'm probably gonna be like fifth stand, and that's really going to annoy me, and my orchestra director even told me i wouldn't have to play today because my cello was broken, and yet here i am. for those who don't know, my orchestra director in school is ms. anderson. my orchestra director out of school is ms. anderson.

MS.ANDERSONS SUCK!!!!!
i wish i could rewrite the matrix to be...ahh hemmm..."hello ms. anderson."

but let's get past that. i'm doing college stuff this weekend, but i will probably have some time to make mixes during the week, or at least next weekend so:

POST IF YOU WANT A MIX! that is all.