School of Not Rock

So, I have this thingy they call an ipod touch, and just last night or in the wee hours of this morning I discovered you can download these things they call apps, which, as well as including a number of ridiculously addicting games, has these programs called ereaders that read ebooks.

Okay, so, let me rephrase for those of you who may not be in the know: you can now read books on your ipod! On teknolodgie, or whatever.

I know, I was FLOORED.

The sad thing is, I'm serious ... I've known for awhile that ebooks existed, I'm not really THAT far behind lol, but I didn't realize until last night how TRULY AWESOME THEY ARE. You can read BOOKS. On your IPOD.

I bought three of them last night and ALL THREE ARE IN MY IPOD! I also downloaded a bunch of classics, so JANE AUSTEN IS NOW ON MY IPOD! Plus, I now don't have to skulk around for YA books and claim I'm buying them for a niece or nephew because I can download them right to the ipod, so I now have YA ROMANCE NOVELS ON MY IPOD!

But the best thing is that they are all there AT THE SAME TIME and I don't have to carry around a gigantissimo satchel with all the different novels I might feel like reading later on that day.

So, just in case you missed the point of this post - EBOOKS! On my IPOD! AMAZING!

I've created a writing LJ, to post writing schtuffs in it. If you are so interested, it is: tally_writes.

I've yet to post anything though lol. Baby steps.

And now a book meme that I took from a long ago post in arieswriting:

( Book meme! )

The book I just picked up starts with six consecutive sentences that end in an exclamation mark.

In other news, nothing of interest has happened in the last fourteen million years, and I will obviously die without ever again having another date, as all the men in Canada are gay or invisible, and I just can't do a guy if he's invisible.

Update of the update: I have just had a brilliant break-through. The only ability that you cannot ever adequately train for is being bored, because the longer you are bored, the less you can stand being bored. Eh?? Why yes, I have a degree. Two thumbs up for the Canadian education system!

I got in!!!! Whooo!!!

... to Manhattan School of Music. Just found out via email, which is somewhat less dramatic than an envelope, but who cares? I'll be in New York! Stalking Matt Dillon! Oh yeah, and going to school, blah, whatever. Plus I have to find a hundred grand American lying around somewhere.

Meh.

Still, it's nice to be wanted. :D :D

"The change of color is likely and a difference a very little difference is prepared. Sugar is not a vegetable."

Similarly, or completely the opposite (I don't friggin' know):

"Out of kindness comes redness and out of rudeness comes rapid same question, out of an eye comes research, out of selection comes painful cattle."

WTF is Gertrude Stein on.

I can't make no sense or nonsense out of Tender Buttons ... if there's anyone out there who can, OMG HELP ME PLEASE!

Zoisite's a boy!

When I was a kid I came home from school for lunch every day, and the English version of Sailor Moon was on at 12:30 pm so I watched it. Zoisite was DEFINITELY a girl then ... but in the Japanese version he's a boy! The English one changed his gender!

Probably because he was obviously sleeping with Kunzite, and you can't have the kiddies watching two boys make out. YEESH.

Or possibly because he crosses his legs.

If any of you have a clue what I'm talking about, congratulations, you are a nerd.

Hello, toilet.

http://www.yankodesign.com/2007/01/25/love-seat-toilet-by-amigo-zhou/

No, seriously. Seriously. Is there really someone out there sitting on the crapper, thinking, "Boy, you know what would make this even better is if I could share this with my special someone?" Is there?!

Sacre bleu!!!!! And merde. AHAHAHAHAHAHA, get it?

I think I should go to sleep now, though.

My NaNo theme song is a song called, "New Resolution" by Azure Ray which kicks ass, and which I first heard of from Remy (lots of thanks for that). And the number one song on my itunes "Most Played" list is "Shattered" by O.A.R. which CA recommended.

I'm kind of having a shit time of it right now ... I won't go into details because I don't really feel like it, but all of you are lovely, lovely people who listen to good music, and, as demonstrated above, I enjoy the recs. So I have a request.

GIMME YUR TUNES!!!!! Pleeeeease?

I don't mean literally so much, but I want to know what song you are obsessed with right now, who it's by, and heck any accompanying deets you feel like sharing. I need distractions and generally I am realizing that my taste in music is uh ... old. This is directed at YOU. Alllllz of you. Please? =)

As in I don't like school, not as in a place where you learn to fuck.

It hasn't even started already, and I am once again confronted with the dilemma:

Do I do the smart thing that's good for my possible future career which I don't really want at this point but I might? Or do I do what I want, which is as little as possible at that soul-killing place someone Greek decided to call a 'university'? One results in me being miserable and busy for the year, the other results in ... well, I don't know, I've only tried the first version. It's entirely possible that the other one results in me being miserable as well. Neither way guarantees happiness, nor success, but I'm pretty sure that one of them guarantees that I will be depressed and too busy to write at all.

Hmmm. What to do?

The school year approaches like a huge snowball of DOOM and already I am sinking into a confused and depressed state in which all decisions are EPIC (Arizona Green Tea? Or Green Tea with Ginseng? WHICH ONE?!). It is a state only mildly remedied by enormous amounts of pizza, sleeping until noon, excessive truancy and lying on the couch staring mindlessly at a blank wall.

I should QUIT.

But then I will have wasted three years of my life and a hella lot of dollars in pursuit of the dubious honour of a B.M. "What the fuck is a BM?" you say? It's sort of like a less useful, less prestigious B.A., i.e. possibly leading towards a slow-rising, mind-melting, soul-sucking career in sales, or some such thing. If a B.A. in English results in the holder becoming Jim or Pam from "The Office," a B.M. in Performance results in you becoming that fat guy from "Extras." Or, that sadistic music teacher that every one of us had in elementary school.

So, this is what I'm thinking. I minimize alllll activities related to and/or taking place in school. The rest of the courses that I have to take, I skip a lot, and pass with a C or something, because let's face it, you're not going to get anywhere with an B.Mus. with Honours that you can't get with just a plain old by-the-skin-of-your-teeth B.Mus. And I concentrate all other efforts and time and monies on anything else.

It will, unfortunately, involve a lot of disappointing of people I have come to respect and admire, but, after all, that sorta comes with the territory of going into "the Arts." If I was after approval I shoulda gone into business. Or rocket science. YEAH.

Anyway, in other, happier news, tomorrow is "Attempt to Stalk Matt Dillon Day." I think I will just stand outside the building with a camera and be all crazyface (made all the more pathetic by the fact that I will likely be by myself, unless I can trick one of my friends into coming with me ... maybe if I buy them food?). I have low hopes, but you never know, and I believe this falls under the "everything but school" category that I have decided to concentrate on, so it's fair game. Schweet.

Oh my God, I am tired.

( Warning: Sexxors/Twilight bashing ahead )

And I HATES it.

I hate being sick in the summertime. I've been pumping myself full of Advils and going around trying not to let it affect me, but that's not so much healthy. Today was supposed to be storming and raining so I figured I'd stay in and get better. It is not storming and raining. It is beautiful. And I'm sick.

Blargh.

Luckily, it's not a fever, so I don't have to sleep and sweat in this heat. I can just sit on the couch with my laptop in the dark with the shades drawn trying to block out the lovely sun like a sad, sad, emo, sad person. Thank the Lord for alluc.org. Will and Grace is fun when you're sick.

And at least I should be able to get some writing done. I've been slacking.

Edit: My cat has decided to cheer me up by curling up beside me on the couch, purring and trying to drink from my teacup. Lovely, fat, fuzzy thing.

The Beatles.

Not, The Beetles.

I must be the only person in the world who didn't realize the "beat" for "beet" substitution was a musical pun. I didn't even realize it was a misspelling.

D'OH.

... This is how my summer's going so far. Also, I have memorized the countries of Oceania.

I. Am. Bored.

But, I also don't want to do anything productive. I've definitely got some writing I could do, if only I weren't so effing lazy.

Meh.

Alright, I’m fairly certain I’m writing for my benefit only, but I felt the need to declare somewhere important (hello interwebz) that today is officially the last day of classes and MY GOD IT FEELS GOOD!

I’ve been ridiculously busy up until now. Since last post I had a private recital on Sunday, rehearsals, classes, major recital on Thursday which was KICKASS and has brought me up near the top of the class finally, exams, a couple chamber music performances and an entire day of Young People’s (aka adorable yet hyper grade schoolers) symphony concerts where we played John Williams. STAR WARS BABY! Don’t be fooled by its catchy, familiarly singable tune and its relation to George Lucas. That piece was damn complicated and as hard as Ewan MacGregor’s abs. Plus, halfway through the Empirial March (that’s really what it’s called, it’s not a typo I swearz) there was this burst of applause from the audience and I look up and there’s effing Darth Vader standing on stage. Naw, not really it was an actor, but still, they didn’t exactly warn us. Scared the fucking bejeezus outta me the first concert, and the second time that’s all I could look at. Screw the conductor, I’m looking at the guy in black latex bodysuit, helmet and cape. Duh.

Anyway, even though I’ve still got a few exam type things left, the bulk of the work is behind me and all I’ve got stretching in front of me is a long, long summer full of … nothing.

Literally.

I should probably look for a job but first I plan to sleeeeeeeeep and then hit up ff.net and FINALLY catch up on reading, writing and reviewing! I’m excited, I won’t lie. It’s going to be awesome.

7:30 pm: the concert starts.

7:45 pm: I have left, and gone for Chinese food.

This is the life of a ringer, my friends. I take a forty-five minute commute for months to spend twenty minutes rehearsing or performing one piece, during which no one can hear me because there are a million other loud people on stage, and they sent the good instrument back to the shop because it costs the same as a small house. Mine is CRAPPY and small and dingy.

But it's still fun. And I defy anyone to find another job where your workday is fifteen minutes long.

I have one thing to say about bands ... good percussionists are HOT. I don't care if they're jazzers, or rockers, or timpani players, if they've got a stick and a drum there is a 9 in 10 chance that they are sexy. I'm guessing it's not so much that hot people are attracted to the drums, but that all that lifting and pounding and moving shit around makes for a) chill attitudes, b) loudness of voice, and c) very well-toned arms. Girls and boys alike, because girls can rock out just as hard.

There was some sort of percussion concerto type thing in the concert; four people rocking out on five hundred pounds of drums and bells and mallets. It was awesomeness.

In other news, school ends in two weeks. THANK GOD. Raise your hand if you don't like school, because it promotes unhealthy social behaviour like raising your hand in public when you wish to voice your opinion.

Not according to the bloody weather.

Anyway, more importantly, today is my 21st birthday. Pisces for the win. I wanted to do something crazy and fun, like throwing a huge party, or getting a tattoo, or (my favourite idea) going to New York for the weekend and stalking Matt Dillon.

But, as I enter the celebrated stage of adulthood, I am immediately set upon by that state of mind which is characteristic of grown-ups.

I'm just too fucking busy for that shit.

So, I'm creating my LJ instead! Yaaay ...

And at some point there will be friends and a bar and an amaretto sour or four. Not today though, because we are all too stressed and busy.

( Music related stress rant ... )