tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30409662012-01-10T03:17:41.378-08:00synesthesiadamned if i know.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.comBlogger2661100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-1091355056296132512004-08-01T03:09:00.000-07:002004-08-01T03:10:56.296-07:00Okay. I *ought* to do something with this, but it looks like the requisite amount of effort to get the thing back to modern times is slightly depressing, so I'm not sure that I will. Regardless, hey, look, I'm still alive! And I'm in Chicago. And I'm thinking of changing that soon....
barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-1065371134686981182003-10-05T09:25:00.000-07:002003-10-05T09:26:23.196-07:00So that's it. I've got everything planned now. I leave Thursday night to go up to Boston to see Beth. I'm very happy. And I've decided I want to make pumpkin pie while I'm up there. It'll be fun. I go down to New York to see family on the nineteenth, hopefully spending more time with Debi and Rob than with mom. I'm leaving Thursday the twenty fourth to go back to DC so that I can be back barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-1063520835529679782003-09-13T23:27:00.000-07:002003-09-13T23:27:15.486-07:00You know. It's happened again. I feel shallow for being happy. Yeah? Hell with that. I've gone through enough sadness and I know what it's like and I see no reason to repent my current contentment. Ha, mind, caught you.I know I'm still the same person I always was. I honestly believe, though, that I've gotten more stable over time. This used to be the place I'd constantly rant and stick barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-942459942003-05-12T21:46:00.000-07:002003-05-12T22:06:35.000-07:00Damn you. And you, too.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-942456872003-05-12T21:38:00.000-07:002003-05-12T21:43:02.000-07:00I like cheese. Cheese is good. Cheese is tasty and enjoyable. Cheese is a dairy product. It's made out of dairy goodness. Except for evil cheese. Evil cheese is good cheese's dark super wonder twin, and it hangs out in corners of the refrigerator trying to subvert other tasty foodstuffs. Beware evil cheese. Flee if you see it. Tell it you will not submit to its foul temptations! Its barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-907494812003-03-14T21:21:00.000-08:002003-03-14T21:26:14.000-08:00I'm such a preposterously large dork sometimes. I'm listening to a bit of Prokofiev, and I was just noticing missed notes in the brass. Too much time on analysis.So tomorrow's Kyreemarie's birthday party two weeks after the birthday. Yay social quasi-social life and even on a Saturday! Amazing.I've successfully put of doing the laundry for almost a week now, as well as just about anything barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-901596092003-03-04T21:37:00.000-08:002003-03-04T21:37:25.200-08:00Today after I got off work I sat outside on a bench for a bit, tired. I sat there and sang. From Les Mis. Rather loudly. In French. Yargh.So I finally convinced my tired feet to plod onward to the metro. I got on. I got to Rosslyn shortly, and I didn't feel like getting off. So I didn't. I was really enjoying the distance to Foggy Bottom. Was considering getting off and turning around barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-900980762003-03-03T22:31:00.000-08:002003-03-03T22:31:07.483-08:00I feel pretty....So I'm inordinately vain about my hair. The fact that I get compliments on it at least weekly, sometimes daily, sometimes thrice daily is not helping.My bathtub no longer drains. I'm cooking more often. I worry I'm spending too much money. But I haven't used my credit card in over a month.I have not yet figured out what I'm doing about the fact that my lease will be up end ofbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-899440982003-02-28T22:58:00.000-08:002003-02-28T22:58:06.983-08:00I have two popped taste buds. I can feel the insanity preparing itself to come on.I don't know if the insomnia aid is working, but I continue to tell myself it is, and I think I believe myself, which, I think, means it's working.My MP3 player has pretty much the most remedial randomiser I have ever seen. This has lead to the fact that I now refuse to listen to anything other than Suicide barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-898889422003-02-27T23:22:00.000-08:002003-02-27T23:22:39.653-08:00Observations: 1. where the hell'd February go?2. when did I become a wimp? A foot of snow is still nothing, really.3. vegetarian meat substitutes spend too much time trying to taste like meat.My mother emailed me. She claimed me as a dependent on her tax returns. She wants to know if this is okay. Why didn't you ask me that before you did this? I am very much not pleased. She can claim all barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-872045832003-01-09T21:37:00.000-08:002003-01-09T21:37:41.646-08:00Cheers. Raechel got back yesterday, and by the time I got home after work she'd already cleaned up the living room. I'm immensely grateful. Between her efforts and my final slogging through of the dishes, the evidence of the new year's party is finally close to eradicated. That took bloody long enough, eh?Today was our "monthly" store meeting. (Monthly being a highly subjective term, since barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-866782212002-12-29T18:00:00.000-08:002002-12-29T18:00:22.320-08:00Save me from my funiture! I just got in from work. I sat down quasi-wearily at my computer, turned on winamp, sat there for a moment. In the middle of a nine minute song - perhaps around the 6:45 mark, I hear a sound. *Chingshhhhhwent!* I turn around in a split second and before I can mentally comprehend what's just happened, I hear the sound of breaking glass and my light fixture is on the barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-864954722002-12-24T15:15:00.000-08:002002-12-24T15:15:51.726-08:00See Barbara. See Barbara wrap. See Barbara wrap Somer's present almost literally right in front of Somer. Wrap, Barbara, wrap!Gods, you fucktard.So I got into work early, and was all ready and blah blah, and worked hard all day, and was treated to some nice catered lunch (featuring lots of asparagus! WOO!) and bless Melinda, who got me out on time, so I was counted out by about two after barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-864682822002-12-23T22:08:00.000-08:002002-12-23T22:08:21.700-08:00Okay, okay, fine, I'll update. Uh. Right. Do you know my life never changes anymore? Well. I suppose Brendan leaving for Korea, Raechel moving in permanently, and Owen coming to visit count as interesting and change-ful. Maybe.Tomorrow I'm going over Somer's to spend Christmas, and I haven't gotten her present yet. I'd say, oh, I'm a big bum, but she only told me last night what she wantedbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-845299842002-11-14T08:03:00.000-08:002002-11-14T08:03:25.393-08:00Yeah yeah, I know. I don't like me either, okay?barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-839096362002-11-01T22:19:00.000-08:002002-11-01T22:19:44.120-08:00Fire alarm at quarter after one in the morning. Meh. Some day I'm going to end up diving off my balcony to escape billowing smoke, and I'm going to bounce when I hit the covered pool.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-839094752002-11-01T22:14:00.000-08:002002-11-01T22:18:34.000-08:00Okay, not that I didn't know this, but geez, goths are pretentious. I went to Nation last night for the first time. It's funny... I went to the mall to try to get some hula hoops. Was unsuccessful, but did get aluminum foil and ribbons and small hair bands. So I did my hair in a bathroom in Target. Six little braids in the front, tendrils at the very front, rest of it just down. Then I ran barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-830501472002-10-15T22:38:00.000-07:002002-10-15T22:39:10.000-07:00
+ I am now indeed a member of the team
- I wasn't eligible for the past month's gainsharing, apparently
+ I definitely don't need the money yet: I currently have almost a thousand dollars in my bank account, a hundred dollars in cash on me, and a payday coming this Friday.
- The main reason I don't need money is that my awful relatives have given me in combination three hundred dollars for my barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-822608962002-09-28T22:26:00.000-07:002002-09-28T22:26:15.146-07:00One: it's very fun having crushes on people. Two: it's actually easier when you know they can never be realised. Unbelievably, I've managed to contract (yes, it's like a disease) a crush on at least three coworkers. I am unaccountably thrilled to have found out that one has a fiancé and one has a girlfriend. I don't know about the last, and that's going to bother me. Especially because he's barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-817589792002-09-17T22:04:00.000-07:002002-09-17T22:04:56.000-07:00It's been so long since I've been in here that I almost typed "www.goober.com" as my address. ...what? It's got some Gs and Bs and Os and things.... Damn.So tomorrow is our company picnic at Barcroft park. I'm quasi-excited. I've realised I really, really like a whole bunch of my coworkers. How odd is that? Kendrea is really nice, as is Alyson. David and Michael crack me up. My barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-809479292002-08-30T22:18:00.000-07:002002-08-30T22:18:46.300-07:00Okay, I don't really use this anymore. Firstly, I'm not really very angsty right now because my life is good. Secondly, if I were angsty, I wouldn't want to talk about it here. I'm quite sick of having my emotions turn out to be Just Like Everyone Else After All. Thirdly, I work a lot, and I'm tired in a good way, but quite frankly I just can't be arsed.Somer's sleeping over tonight, and Rob,barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-808322922002-08-28T10:53:00.000-07:002002-08-28T10:53:27.773-07:00Here's what makes me myself: I just went from singing American Pie for a few minutes to screaming along with Dragula. Yeah, I guess I do like that. So I'm okay with musical me, mostly.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-803762832002-08-17T19:40:00.000-07:002002-08-17T19:40:39.470-07:00Okay. So I rebooked my tickets. Again. For the second time. Now I'm coming back Wednesday morning. Because I switched Tuesday with Jeremy, and I'm starting work Wednesday at three pm. So why not, right? I'm getting in before noon, and I'm going to go right over to Courthouse, I think. Maybe spend time at the Barnes and Noble if I've got spare. Should work. And I want every last preciousbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-801742602002-08-12T23:21:00.000-07:002002-08-12T23:21:48.036-07:00Whew. Sixth day of work, finally got it totally right. Smack on when I counted out. I feel enriched. Or something. Yeah, I definitely feel something.I'm so glad Marie's back from France. I think I'm going to spend tomorrow harassing her while Jenna packs. If it involves being somewhere cool, too, then praises be.It's funny, I knew this ahead of time, but I'm still surprised; when I'm barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-800470472002-08-09T16:35:00.000-07:002002-08-09T16:35:36.966-07:00Did you know that you can gain ground in terms of someone's personal esteem by merely having more respect for them? Okay, why isn't it working, people?barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-800443722002-08-09T15:04:00.000-07:002002-08-09T15:04:19.500-07:00I just got my first credit card statement. This should be some landmark, I suppose. Actually it just makes me feel better about the niggling guilt that had been going on in the back of my mind over the past month. I'm not even as bad as I thought I was with regards to pointless spending. Okay, pointless purchases. Merchandise/Retail: adds up to $15.39, and I'm including things that were barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-797981192002-08-03T23:06:00.000-07:002002-08-03T23:06:03.410-07:00Well, so no, I don't really hate country. However, I *heartily* resent it when the group in question was supposed to be one of the ones I enjoy listening to highly and would praise and laud to the skies, then they turn around and *become* country. I feel betrayed. After Brendan and I got back from the concert, I played him 100 Flower Power Maximum and asked him if he could tell me how in the barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-797668112002-08-03T00:08:00.000-07:002002-08-03T00:08:40.753-07:00Can anyone explain to me why it is that every time I edit my template I suddenly lose random links which were in the javascript? It heartily confuses me. Well, comments should work again, though I've really very little idea why they stopped when I literally didn't touch the code.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-797613072002-08-02T20:54:00.000-07:002002-08-02T20:54:58.390-07:00So now I know why I was being such a horribly awful person a couple days ago. Yay PMS. I've been waiting for this like it's some sort of shamanistic ritual. My life revolves around this on some level. I keep trying to be enthused about it, since it's so bloody healthy for me, considering. Instead I'm irritable and in pain, just like every other woman in the world has been and will be.Essencebarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-797251972002-08-02T00:12:00.000-07:002002-08-02T00:12:45.580-07:00Tonight was Beth's going away party. I just don't feel like she really likes me at all, and I can't tell if I'm correctly reading it or if she's just a bit of an aloof person. Anyhow, I felt vaguely like I was intruding even to just partake of her hospitality. We all ordered our own dinner, and Jenna brought the cake, but I still felt like I was imposing. *sigh*Tomorrow I start training at barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-796506652002-07-31T11:18:00.000-07:002002-07-31T11:20:11.000-07:00I desperately want to write a good song. I keep listening to Lacuna Coil lately and thinking, "it's not that complicated. Why can't I do it?" I'm lingually impaired, or something. I don't know where to start.I'm not afraid of you at allI'm tired of your silly gamesI'm waiting for you to arriveAnd stand beside my open graveI practiced yesterday and pulled out Variations on a Swedish Folktune, barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-795016832002-07-27T23:05:00.000-07:002002-07-27T23:06:34.000-07:00When did I become universally Ukrainable*? (* the term I created for when someone is referred to as "the X." I'm always "the Sandry." Kyree is "the Wolves." Beth tends to be "the Genness.") I thought this was an isolated phenomena, but it's spreading.I'm still debating. Do I want to just be Sandry? Ian says that it isn't that I don't like the name Barbara because it's unpleasant to me, butbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-794693672002-07-27T00:46:00.000-07:002002-07-27T00:46:39.040-07:00Huh. I have the left half of my head braided as I'm halfway through, and Jenna just walked in and remarked, "wow, that's very Norse goddess-like." Funny, it's not even a first, really. Of all the things you could be compared to...I didn't really think I'd had Windows XP running on my computer long enough to get used to it, but I find I'm still surprised that I have to go to the bother of barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-792726712002-07-22T14:32:00.000-07:002002-07-22T14:32:56.630-07:00Oh ye gods. Burned barley is one of the most unpleasant tastes and smells ever, and this is twice in two years that I've experienced it. Last time was the infamous Dalai Lama Visiters. Today I just... well I'm a bit preoccupied, and I totally forgot to say, turn off the heat or even look at the pot. *sigh*So I spoke to my father. I'm going home tomorrow. (I find it odd how I can't help but barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-791822952002-07-20T00:30:00.000-07:002002-07-20T00:30:15.163-07:00So I got a job. WHOOAWAAAH WHEEE WHOOOOT. Right. Okay. Only one problem. Proof of residency. So I missed getting in touch with our landlord today, and it probably won't happen until Monday. This is very not cool. I need job things cleared up and settled ASAP.Wow, when I get tired enough I forget what I'm doing and revert to form. Inefficient and stupid form, mind. Cheers.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-789248712002-07-13T21:42:00.000-07:002002-07-13T21:42:06.000-07:00So we decided to take a small trek/adventure through suburban Virginia today. Jenna needed rehydration salts for her trip to China. We started out by going to Seven Corners by bus and looking about a bit, then grabbing lunch. Thai. I *heart* DC for having so much Thai available. I had drunken noodle! Whooo. And then we went about with all the job applicationness and only got two in there, barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-788489452002-07-11T21:10:00.000-07:002002-07-11T21:10:37.683-07:00I can't deal with job search any freakin' more. Today I sent in my resume to the city paper so they can laugh in my face. I hope they do get a good giggle out of it. Also mailboxes etc., which is at least quasi-feasible. Damnit, I'm not as inept and pathetic as my work history suggests.So today I went over to Cosi, as suggested by Brendan, since they're opening up new stores. First: this is barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-787449302002-07-09T13:33:00.000-07:002002-07-09T14:44:09.000-07:00I just decided that A) I could be intelligent if I really tried. B) I sound it if I put in any effort. C) I'm very observant D) My memory is generally excellent. It's been a while, but I recall reading something in which the author supposed that intelligence was really mainly just a good capacity for memory. He did have some points, and I think I'll venture that some types of intelligence barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-784253552002-07-01T10:49:00.000-07:002002-07-01T10:49:43.330-07:00The word "hemmhorrhage" or what have you is only here on this earth to serve to confuse us all. Life is good in DC, but damn me, I'm an angst ball. Weren't we supposed to grow out of this at some point? Job search is...going. Bleh, needs to go faster.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-781952402002-06-25T14:58:00.000-07:002002-06-25T14:58:37.710-07:00The fact that power factors into all relationships is beginning to drive me insane. I neither seek to gain power over others, nor wish to give up power. I think my familial relationships have caused me to have absolutely no patience for this sort of thing. Right now picturing someone I know as King on the hill or Queen of the hive is driving me bonkers. Since when do relations among friends barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-780575242002-06-21T23:55:00.000-07:002002-06-21T23:55:55.380-07:00I'm finally here. DC. Thank heavens. I'm also really rather sore, tired and sort of lost. I carried about a hundred pounds worth of luggage through New York and DC, and my arms will never forgive me. I also acquired a beauteous bruise on my right arm, and I have no idea how. I just seem to be hurting a fair amount. (*whingewhinge*) Job hunting will be happening any damned time now...barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-778808612002-06-18T00:29:00.000-07:002002-06-18T00:29:11.856-07:00I find it odd that the people most obsessed with health and eating, etc are usually the most miserable. If you aren't enjoying life, then why bother trying to prolong it? Quit your whining and get out for a bit.So Utah. Wah freakin' hoo. I guess I don't feel like talking about it anymore. I'm sure I'll get back to it.I'm trying to get things packed. No, really. Damnit. And monthly metro barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-777283392002-06-13T22:12:00.000-07:002002-06-13T22:12:50.566-07:00..and off again. I think I'm just tired now. I hope the wedding goes quickly.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-776864892002-06-12T22:45:00.000-07:002002-06-12T22:47:23.000-07:00New Jersey was fabulous, and I am so very glad I went. I saw my friend Ian again, and met Christine, who I've been talking to for a year and some months already, as well as meeting several people I hadn't known quite as well. Seeing these people renews my faith in interpersonal relations, my peers and my general aims in socialising. I wish I didn't blather quite so much, though. While we all barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-774924572002-06-07T23:46:00.000-07:002002-06-07T23:47:59.000-07:00...Oh. I forgot that Opera doesn't like blogger. Huh. Well, I put my computer back together and inflicted AOL on it. I'm so sorry baby. Really. I'll make it go away soon. But it means I get my own browsers and winamp and all back rather than mom's crappy arrangement with default browser of AOL. *long, long shudder*Anyhow, tomorrow I leave for NJ for the weekend and I'm horribly excited. barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-774480292002-06-06T21:02:00.000-07:002002-06-06T21:02:59.073-07:00I started Brideshead Revisited yesterday. I feel like I must be reading it to please someone else. When does anyone ever get an urge suddenly and cry out, "I must read Evelyn Waugh!"? But it isn't. I started it only because I know it's classic, blah blah and therefore as a "learned person" I ought to be able to enjoy this sort of thing, but I did actually find it mildly engaging. I just knowbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-773493252002-06-04T15:54:00.000-07:002002-06-04T15:54:17.440-07:00If I don't get my computer assembled I think I may go mad. I keep "needing" to get files off of it to listen to this or that. Currently my whole life is still pretty much packed up, so I've been rotating almost exclusively four CDs I burned myself (compilations of various songs I've been enjoying for the past month) and I have little access to anything else. All my CDs are neatly packaged in barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-773194112002-06-03T22:00:00.000-07:002002-06-03T22:00:51.970-07:00Somebody got a sunburn of her very own today. And if I don't stop accidentally scratching my face I'm going to be very sorry indeed.Kathryn's brother Roger just got home today. (it's very hard not to write "Rojer," after Anne McCaffrey's character, and what I tend to refer to him as.) He and Kat dropped by and kidnapped me. We went off to Bayville and frolicked on the beach with Kat's stunt barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-772791152002-06-03T00:15:00.000-07:002002-06-03T00:15:13.970-07:00It sucks when promiscuous people proselytize about abstinence. No, not literally.You continue to toil onward in obscurity, writing, speaking, thinking and after all is said and done it's just another exercise, it says nothing, and it has little to no value. Sad, isn't it? I wish so often that I were more engaging, that my writing actually said something. I'm not following my heart, I'm barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-772438972002-06-01T23:38:00.000-07:002002-06-01T23:38:26.710-07:00Sometimes I'm just a big idiot. Okay, not sometimes. Frequently. I hadn't realised this, but I looked up my academic records today. I have 112 credits. Yeah, that's right, I'm 8 short. That's not even three classes. So now I'm thinking that what I had better do is procede with the one year off, then transfer to a school in NYC and pick up whatever I need to round out any possible major at barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-772114782002-05-31T22:44:00.000-07:002002-05-31T22:44:23.286-07:00I love doctors visits. No, really. *sigh* So tomorrow I get bloodwork to see if I'm anymore screwed up than we had previously believed, and probably later that same day I'll be picking up my prescription for glucophage. No, I am not diabetic. It's for poly cystic ovary, which is not something anyone wants to hear about, nor am I writing down many thoughts from my doctors visit for similar barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-771724552002-05-30T22:21:00.000-07:002002-05-30T22:21:42.243-07:00...And now I'm even vainer about my hair, damn me. It's beautiful *and* healthy. Neiner. *tries to look generally superiour* *ends up merely looking annoying* *kicks herself*People are annoying the piss out of me lately. Well, no not at all. Talking about people being stupid is annoying the piss out of me. I don't have petty fights with my friends. I don't arbitrarily decide that I'm barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-771325832002-05-29T22:52:00.000-07:002002-05-29T22:52:32.126-07:00I was wrong. Flax seed does *not* taste like nothing. It tastes like pure, unadulterated ASS. Guhhh.I bought Ghiradelli cocoa a couple days back. Makes very nice hot cocoa, but I really need to get to that no-eggs, no-greasing chocolate cake recipe my friend gave me a couple days back. Everything that I'm thinking right now seems to be some negative comment about my mother. This is not a barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-770542882002-05-27T23:38:00.000-07:002002-05-27T23:38:51.653-07:00I spent today doing my mother's paperwork. Guh. I don't even feel like I'm doing well enough. Oh, and flax seed smells awful, tastes like nothing, and makes everything inflate to five times normal size. Okay, I'm exaggerating, but it really does make you feel like whatever you just ate was made out of lead. I had flaxed pancakes and it felt like I consumed my weight in pancakes. barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-769965762002-05-26T12:40:00.000-07:002002-05-26T12:40:29.390-07:00In theory I was supposed to leave today. I'm still bemused. Sunday night I'm asked to leave. Monday I'm loathed. Tuesday I'm told I should go to a lecture series with her. Thursday we make a doctor's appointment a week hence. ...Dur?So last night was a lecture and dinner on vegetarian/vegan health issues. It was very interesting, actually, although yet again, attending these things with mybarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-769522272002-05-24T23:10:00.000-07:002002-05-24T23:10:39.786-07:00So I met my father in Borders today. In Syosset. Which is an odd thing. I interrupted my silly book (stupid fantasy novel. Entitled "Destiny." How unpretentious.) and had an incredibly long conversation with him. Ranged from healthcare (again) to advanced math and lots of oddities in between, including me suddenly rushing about the store attempting to get scrap paper so I could write out barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-769151622002-05-23T23:47:00.000-07:002002-05-23T23:47:31.580-07:00...and I'm still here. ...Huh? So it seems mom decided that she'll keep me around for the time being. I'm horribly confused. Horribly. Confused. Meanwhile I'm still making every effort to pack my life up as best as possible in case my father pulls through and I'm able to move out this weekend. In the mean time? *shrug* I do some errands, I read a bunch, I practise and I try to make barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-767899762002-05-21T00:04:00.000-07:002002-05-21T00:04:50.170-07:00Aie me. So I'm home. Have been for only two days. Saturday was a bloody mess. Got up at seven (three hours after I went to bed) to get ready for brunch, rehearsal and graduation stuffs. All of that went well enough. Graduation took for-bleeding-ever, though. Got back to the dorm at one thirty and still had scads of things to do. Packed and generally panicked for an hour and a half, tried barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-766806152002-05-17T19:16:00.000-07:002002-05-17T19:16:38.530-07:00Meh. So it's Friday and I'm supposed to be totally packed and to have shipped things off and etcetera etcetera. I have not, of course. I made *some* progress. I'm still trying to steel myself for my effort to throw away almost everything. Thankfully some of it I don't actually have to throw out; Mordion is taking my seashell lamp and the rug. I'm still wondering if perhaps I could ask her barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-765711772002-05-15T02:04:00.000-07:002002-05-15T02:04:48.556-07:00Two exams down. I think they went fairly well. I feel like a dipstick for knowing I'd forget how to use the @import version of linking stylesheets, specifically looking it up, seeing it on the test, and realising with a sinking feeling that I did indeed forget. Duuuh. Other than that, I feel I did very well. Of course I may not be best known for my accurate assessment of my abilities.So. I barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-764875042002-05-13T00:01:00.000-07:002002-05-15T01:20:02.000-07:00Whee. Time to launch into finals week. It's so wonderfulicious. I have French tomorrow. *shrug* It'll be okay, probably. I should still be in bed now, though.So oddly enough I had a dream last night which involved people I've never met. The last one of those had Miyu in it, and I don't recall the details at this point. In this one spinn, zompist and several other people who morphed in andbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-764544222002-05-12T01:35:00.000-07:002002-05-12T01:35:52.753-07:00Last ever pizza party today. Cara decided since it was the last one to go all out. We did have a lot of people there, really. Cara, Suz and I were prepping early on, then Liz, Rich and Kris showed up. Soon we got invaded by Gina, Adam, Sam, Kerry, Michelle, Essena... It was cool. I got to make my patented take on taco pizza again, and people really like it. I'm pretty good at this on the barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-764187782002-05-10T19:44:00.000-07:002002-05-10T19:44:20.540-07:00Tonight was the Sound Services end of year bash. I wouldn't call it inspiring, but I did quite enjoy myself, plus I've got a T shirt and a spiffy mug. It's metal. It's screw on. Tell that to our chief equipment manager, who apparently couldn't handle a mug sans wiring. Anyhow, we all spent a couple hours over at Barker Brew and raised our voices over the sound of everyone else raising their barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-762829082002-05-07T17:19:00.000-07:002002-05-07T17:19:11.700-07:00I can't handle this right now. I feel like I'm going to be sick. Fun while it lasted, eh?barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-762551642002-05-07T01:29:00.000-07:002002-05-07T01:29:08.810-07:00Merely wishing to become more learned doesn't do anything, and reading and research take a damned long time. It's hard not to respect someone with a well-thought out and well-researched set of philosophies and political views, but it's ever so much easier to personally just rant at the state of the nation and shrug eloquently when you reach the end of your limited knowledge in debates. I don't barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-762076882002-05-05T21:12:00.000-07:002002-05-06T01:18:45.000-07:00Okay, so I've fuddled only slightly this time... can't decide if this makes the sidebar more informative, or more annoying. =\ Input? And who am I missing? barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-762042902002-05-05T19:34:00.000-07:002002-05-06T20:13:19.000-07:00I do believe that this thing is fubared at the moment, and publishing one post behind everything. (Hey blogger, I spoke to your mom last night...) This thing is malfunctioning like mad, actually. No biscuit. Black cat not happy. Etc, etc. Oh, and return of the space bard is all Ihavetosay.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-761925172002-05-05T13:09:00.000-07:002002-05-05T13:09:21.803-07:00There's no such thing as a free lunch. On the other hand, there is such a thing as five free lunches. ...of course they're all boca burgers, but hey! I'm a broke college student, and I'm happy.So I went to sleep around eight thirtyish, woke up at one thirty just in time to see Dave walk back into the room to get his stuff to trek back out to Buffalo. Damn. He told me I should make sure I barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-761813472002-05-05T04:48:00.000-07:002002-05-05T04:48:56.526-07:00So it's six thirty in the morning, we've been home from Buffalo for about a half hour, and there are currently six people in my room. Three of them are in my roommate's bed. One of them is in my bed, and it isn't me, and she isn't male. Oh how interesting my life fails to be. There's also a guy snoring in my doorway with his head against the jamb. We are stuck in here.I forgot how much I barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-761480202002-05-04T00:21:00.000-07:002002-05-04T00:21:13.736-07:00I wrote something today. It's... repetitive. That's almost progress for me. My problem in composing has always been *too* much melodic material. I sort of have that here, too, but at least it's in a new way, I think. I need to fix it, it needs a bit more progression, but the melodies are nice, and rather calming to have going in the background. Unfortunately it's only in midi right now, so barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-759848162002-04-29T18:55:00.000-07:002002-04-29T18:55:18.416-07:00You know, there comes a point where you just can't be as careful as you should be. Or as you think you should be. You do something important to you, but you do it habitually, and it becomes careless to some extent. So it gets mucked up now and then. Has applications all over.... from life and death situations to simple day to day experiences. I think I'm having it with every day barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-759550602002-04-29T01:09:00.000-07:002002-04-29T01:22:36.000-07:00Today I came as close to actual college experience as I've ever been. Very exciting, that. Suz's recital went well, despite the fact that I did nothing overly skilled.... I forgot how to use the lights in the past month and had to figure out where the bloody spot went after I turned on everything else... then I had to open up the harpsichord lid after we set everything up... *sigh* Oh well, barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-759223712002-04-28T04:33:00.000-07:002002-04-28T04:33:57.796-07:00Okay, a random person (yes, literally "random") may have just presented me with the solution to all my comment problems. I'm eternally grateful. :) Of course it'll turn out that no one has anything to say to me, but that's okay!Meanwhile, do *not* look at the time on this post... Yeah, I didn't just stay up until seven thirty in IRC... I suck.So Fred fest is basically over, since they made itbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-758607792002-04-26T13:39:00.000-07:002002-04-26T13:39:53.450-07:00*sigh* Okay, so recital needs to be rescheduled for sometime next week in twenty nineteen. Fine. I don't care. Just want it over with.Preschoolers are cute. I ended up being late because of running around various parts of Mason talking to everyone... So my quartet comes in and introduces themselves... minus one. A quartet of three. We later established that I'm actually invisible and a barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-758298372002-04-25T18:40:00.000-07:002002-04-26T00:33:06.000-07:00Whew. Got through to my father in time. Now I just have to make sure nothing else keels over and dies while I'm not looking.Tomorrow my quartet is playing another school gig... for preschoolers. Three year olds? Not sure I can deal. Trying to figure out what's famous enough on flute that three year olds will know it. Bleh. Will be day three of formal attire, presumably, too.So talked to mybarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-758247172002-04-25T16:06:00.000-07:002002-04-25T16:06:43.050-07:00Had I mentioned recently that I'm a humongous fucking twit? I am. Very much so. Blargh.So my recital was originally going to be tomorrow before all the idiocies broke loose and I got a concert scheduled on top of it. So I thought that I had a bit of time to work this out, since they never put down my name and I don't have to pay a transfer fee for a date I was never officially given... exceptbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-756704702002-04-21T19:46:00.000-07:002002-04-21T19:46:13.510-07:00*sigh* So you know how it's supposed to be all one thing or all the other? Either a) you are depressed. You are nothing but depressed. You get nothing done. You never leave the house. You hardly leave the bed. Rather extreme, really. You also never enjoy yourself, you are never happy, and you generally have some sort of dignity by never being anything but miserable. If not A, then B) youbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-755351662002-04-17T21:49:00.000-07:002002-04-17T21:49:39.840-07:00I really don't know what to do anymore. I've been in a year long break down. I...So do I stay on another year? Will I make any *progress* if I do? I see all my friends... they look so together. Everyone I associate with is so bloody intelligent. Honours, hardworking, the whole lot. I used to be one of those people. Now I constantly feel like a failure, and I keep hoping it isn't really mybarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-754021502002-04-14T16:32:00.000-07:002002-04-14T16:33:05.000-07:00Okay. So I updated my webpage (and yes, I'm writing this everywhere, no, I don't know why.) and it doesn't really do anything special other than fail to work in most browsers. http://www.angelfire.com/ny5/sandrylene *Sigh* Who knew that imagemaps were such an issue? And CSS. Come on! Oh how I wish we had more standardisation. Right. So I'm almost more curious what it *does* work in, than barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-753339312002-04-12T11:47:00.000-07:002002-04-12T11:47:01.630-07:00Happy Friday. It's beautiful out, too. I have one last course today, then weekend. Concerts though..... Tomorrow I have gaming all day, Sunday I have rehearsals and a concert. Then another concert Tuesday. And tonight i have proctoring. I really want some free time at a *normal* hour of the day.Oh, well yesterday's performance for the college's awards ceremony went relatively well. Our barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-752371022002-04-09T23:36:00.000-07:002002-04-09T23:36:09.670-07:00I really like the Lukas we're doing in wind ensemble. So of course I've had snippets in my head the entire day. I want to get on with this upcoming concert just so I can hear that more often. In between various bits of Musica Boema, I've also had a song of Mordion's floating through my head a lot, and I'm working on writing something of my own which is simple enough to be pop music. It's hardbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-751559332002-04-08T00:28:00.000-07:002002-04-08T00:34:48.000-07:00Cara says I'm making progress vocally. I'm kind of excited, but still overwhelmingly frustrated. It's so hard attempting to learn to control muscles you can't see, and making changes you can't really hear. I asked about recording lessons so that I could maybe get a better sense of it. I wonder if I'll be able to put up with listening to myself, though.On a related topic, I taught Jocelyn andbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-750657822002-04-05T00:16:00.000-08:002002-04-05T00:16:24.856-08:00Wow. I'm not universally reviled. And from the most surprising quarter....Anyhow, so I passed my hearing with honours. This is good. Would be a lot more exciting if everything else hadn't just keeled over and died conveniently. I'm not positive here, but I think I'm pissed off. *sigh*Meanwhile, I'm looking into classes next semester... aie. Another semester. Of six courses I'd be taking barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-112847482002-03-30T11:02:00.000-08:002002-03-30T11:02:22.430-08:00Bless. It's almost the end of my break, and I'm really happy just now. Probably because I'm still over at Beth's and we're about off to meet some other people. I feel really peaceful. It's almost nicer than the happy bit. The sort of thing where you try and analyse what causes these feelings and realise that a) you can't, b) it's beside the point, and c) if you did come up with something, itbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-111306442002-03-25T23:45:00.000-08:002002-03-25T23:45:03.366-08:00Right, I didn't forget about my blogging, really.... I just have no time. Really no time. Did I mention I have my hearing as *soon* as I get back?So there was Thursday... last day of class... it was almost fun, really. Started with my philosophy course, and it was a discussion day. I felt like I had some good arguments. Sometimes I just really enjoy being totally worked up about things. barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-104416752002-03-05T23:25:00.000-08:002002-03-05T23:25:58.720-08:00I am so broke. So broke. I have no idea what to do about it anymore. *sigh*. It's time to start doing my laundry in the sink. I'm screwed. Screwed. And I'm not asking my mom for help because I'm sort of not dealing with her anymore. Um. *sigh* Why is my life so complicated?So I've put in a lot of time in the past few days on doing the Brunching maps (which I first considered doing barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-100841652002-02-24T17:49:00.000-08:002002-02-24T17:49:33.780-08:00I always seem to have my revelations at odd times. Was thinking about life in general over another hurried dinner in the middle of dress rehearsal (yay for not playing in *all* of the pieces we're doing.) I realised that somehow Mordion is sort of compelling to talk to.... I've told her a lot about my life, including some of the fairly shallow and awful things which bother me. She still likes barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-98392692002-02-17T22:25:00.000-08:002002-02-17T22:25:07.736-08:00Wow. I'm really keeping up to date on this, eh?So this weekend I tried to record some stuff for new compositions... only to find out that it is not immediately evident that I can still do this in the lab. We have mics on all the monitors which work in theory. They aren't actually picking up any sound, though. We're not supposed to mess with the hardware. We're not supposed to mess with the barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-95997112002-02-10T23:21:00.000-08:002002-02-10T23:21:46.540-08:00Oh, and I'm ditching the broken comments, and will be looking into getting proper ones at some point. *sigh* What a hassle that is.barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-95995292002-02-10T23:13:00.000-08:002002-02-10T23:15:42.000-08:00Hmm. Less-than-productive weekend. Well, I did get quite a bit of cleaning done. Room is the cleanest it's been since I moved in last semester. Also spent stupid time fixing web page to make the html look less like a three year old did it. Looking at the rest of the site... eh, heck with it, I'm about ready to throw in the towel. Half the stuff on there is so idiotic that I don't think barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-94285722002-02-05T21:51:00.000-08:002002-02-05T21:51:19.243-08:00Today I decided I was brilliant. We'll see how long it takes me to change my mind. Meanwhile, always tired. Never getting enough done. Mrf.I like computer courses. Easy. Learning still a bit. Mostly not using effort. What more could I want? French class is way too easy as well. We're reading a bit of The Count of Monte Cristo in class. About five pages at a time. *Sigh*Sound Services barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-93522392002-02-03T21:58:00.000-08:002002-02-03T21:58:34.663-08:00Head. Spinny. Tired. Aargh. Should be reading/writing/doing other productive things.I made a new character last night. Now I'm a ranger. Again. And in an attempt to ensure that I identify with my character, I've made her somewhat based on me. I even named her after me. Kallyste, she is. She's elvish. She's already a good healer. She's also got less con than a half-dead sheep. *sigh*barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-93130692002-02-02T15:27:00.000-08:002002-02-02T15:27:28.850-08:00Okay. Think I'm happy now. Maybe. Computer things are resolved. Running XP and Mandrake. Decided I didn't think Red Hat looked so thrilling after all. If I really want to see more of it, I can fiddle slightly in the lab. Well. Not much. Eh. Whatever.Oooh. So I got into the smaller ensemble within the chorus. This thing is apparently called the "University Chorale." Wheefun. I'm a barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-91850002002-01-29T20:50:00.000-08:002002-01-29T20:50:25.430-08:00No driver for you! Help. I just made a Seinfeld reference. *Sigh* At least I haven't actually seen the show. Well. No audio drivers because HP doesn't love us. And despite the fact that I would rather have tried SuSE next, I think I'm stuck with Red Hat just because I can download iso images for that, and it's ever so much easier to deal with. I wimp out again. Yay.I have things on the barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-91256542002-01-28T08:57:00.000-08:002002-01-28T08:57:04.863-08:00This weekend's lessons: 1) I am patient. It is good for something. 2) My ethernet card is Ass. Very much so. No one cares enough about it to have updated the drivers at all in the past four years. Consequently it works in neither Mandrake nor Windows XP. I'll be buying a new one shortly. 3) My computer doesn't like my internal CD ROM drive that much. It's okay, but nothing special, you barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-89941932002-01-23T21:57:00.000-08:002002-01-23T21:57:20.803-08:00Right. So results are probably up by now... I don't know if I'm torturing myself or not. I stayed long enough to find out that I'm playing piccolo in the Titan, (Yay!) but an hour or so later they still hadn't posted other results, so I don't know if I'm in another ensemble. Dear freakin' word, I hope so. Can't deal with another semester in which I'm an orchestral accessory and I have no realbarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-89256982002-01-21T22:57:00.000-08:002002-01-21T22:57:56.786-08:00First whole day back at school. Involved much practicing, decent amounts of socialisation, and one rather large show of idiocy. I've cut my finger the day before auditions. Aargh. Wish me luck for tomorrow... I hope like heck I play well. Orchestra is apparently doing Mahler's first (the Titan) and Stravinsky's Firebird suite. What more could one want out of life? Definitely worried. barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-86728072002-01-13T23:49:00.000-08:002002-01-13T23:49:47.986-08:00So after a week in DC with a lovely laptop with 16 kb of ram and not enough time to wait around for that thing to putter putter, finally I post again and admit I'm alive. I miss my computer! *Grin* Yay Chicago. Not all that interesting in and of itself, but... *Sigh* I have to stop meeting people. I'll never get anything useful done this way. :PSo this will be short and uninformative as Ibarbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-83389692002-01-02T00:44:00.000-08:002002-01-02T00:44:39.183-08:00Hmm. So it seems that if I thought I didn't care about New Year's before... Now I'm completely uninterested. Jenna and I talked most of the night. Just about whatever. Every once in a while I'd look up at the clock and didn't think much of it. Every once in a while I'd remember it was New Year's Eve and commented on how I kept forgetting about that. I'm a bit sad that I didn't get to barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3040966.post-83138092001-12-31T23:23:00.000-08:002001-12-31T23:23:56.530-08:00Been a while? You think? I just don't like talking when I'm home. But I'm not now. :) And Happy New Year.It seems I still have nothing to say. Give me a couple weeks... I might have plenty.... barbarahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05077888533160509262noreply@blogger.com0