It's 11:00 on a Sunday night and I've finished the paper that's due tomorrow. A paper, I might add, that I actually started over twenty-four hours ago. I must be coming down with some sort of virus. Sort of like my computer, which has decided that IT'S REALLY COOL TO MAKE THE CURSOR DISAPPEAR EVERY THIRTY SECONDS WITHOUT ANY ADVANCE WARNING. Also, it tried to eat my external harddrive when I attempted...

I really should be doing my psychology reading right now.... but it's sort of dull and I'm tired. The first few weeks of any class - particularly an intro-level class - are always like this: read a bunch of stuff you already know about, and try to stay awake during lectures. The exceptions to this are... well, music classes. I'm actually taking two non-music courses this semester, one of which is a...

I'm home again after spending three days in Columbus for the OMEA 2009 professional development conference. There were good parts and bad parts. The first thing I noticed when I walked in last night was that my room was positively freezing. I touched the radiator and it was icy cold. So apparently all those whooosh-clunk noises it was making on Monday night meant something significant. Also, my...

...here's your accordion/alarm clock/best friend's boyfriend/cold coffee/broken reed/orchestra director/neck cramp/dislocated appendage/dead squirrel/used sticky note/8:00 class/history term paper/internet addiction/stupid person/annoying child/inability to sleep or form coherent sentences/giggly roommate/noisy radiator/bent paperclip/hallmate who distracts you with Broadway soundtracks while you're...

Your result for How good of a Calvinball player are you? ... Your Grade= A++ Amazing Calvinball knowledge and strategy! 86% Game_Knowledge and 93% Game_Skill! Your Grade= A++ Amazing Calvinball knowledge and strategy! Amazing. You are part of the 2.1% of the population that landed in this category.* You are an expert at the game and its history, and you did incredibly well when it came to playing...

My mother woke me up right in the middle of a dream this morning. It was a good dream. I was dreaming that I was in a lift in some office building and the Doctor burst into it and abducted me. It was a damn good dream. We were chased by creepy aliens and everything. The worst part is, this awesome dream followed two nightmares. Students in my high school band being brutally murdered by other students...

People are really interesting. Really, really interesting. Fascinating, even. Reading an in-depth character analysis on a character I already admired... well, besides the fact that it's kept me up way past my bedtime... has given me a new appreciation for fiction writers. Being a real person is not that easy; creating one is unbelievably difficult. I ought to know. Anyway, I guess I've been neglecting...

I still haven't gotten used to the idea that the supposedly seedless tangerines my mother bought for New Year contain seeds. It makes for a rather anticlimactic end to an otherwise enjoyable process. Once I've gone through the trouble of peeling the fruit with my fingertips and half-separating the sections out onto a plate and then carrying it over to my favorite chair with a book, I do not want to...

I PASSED MUSIC THEORY Not, y'know, a lot, but it's enough to let me continue on to the next semester and therefore graduate on time and not die of shame. I might crawl into my closet and whimper a little because of my GPA, but there will be no death of shame. And now Laura is smacking me upside the head so I should probably go pay attention to her....

Three years ago today I bought a dress. I don't remember anything about the process by which I chose it - probably it was one of about ten that didn't pool around my feet or make me look like a stuffed salmon or a victim of tuberculosis. For the first four or five hours afterward it stayed in my closet and I couldn't bring myself to look at it, because to look at it would acknowledge that it existed...