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The semester is ending at last, and now it's crunch time for real. And yet, there's no sign of my usual sudden ability to get shit done at the last second. I don't know what it is, but my ability to focus on anything (except for playing bassoon, apparently) is nonexistent. I can't even concentrate on my distractions -- it's all, let's read something! let's draw! let's do the dishes! let's check schedules! let's watch music on youtube! let's look up song lyrics! let's wiki dead actors! let's read something else! let's have some tea! let's snack! let's draw! let's check facebook! let's fix some old drawings with hairspray so they don't smear any more! let's daydream about paper topics! let's sing! let's daydream about knitting! let's hug the cats! let's post to lj!

Just now I actually walked away from the computer in the middle of typing this and did something else for a minute. I'm on the verge of making myself a cocktail. Or drawing. Or something. I don't even know.

Maybe it's that the semester is so long? Maybe it's lulled me into complacency? Or am I just rationalizing my shortcomings, as usual?

let's talk about all the things that are about to screw me over! :D )

Also, today it has been pouring. It might snow later this week. WTF.

ALL I WANT TO DO IS PLAY BASSOON AND SLEEP
WTF HOW DID IT BECOME AFTER MIDNIGHT

fffffff

Jun. 9th, 2010 07:50 pm
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My least favourite Ethno TA of FAIL just returned 34 books. 15 minutes before closing. Only three of them belong here in the music library.

p.s. this TA of FAIL missed our final today. The other TA of FAIL and the professor of FAIL wandered in 10 minutes late. WTF ETHNOMUSICOLOGY WTF
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Playing on the internets at work instead of devoting my time to the PACT... But I've been On nonstop all week, so I feel like I deserve this little brain break, such as it is.

For future use: "You'll keep a civil tongue in your head, young lady, or you'll soon find yourself with none at all."
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-1) Library Brat Hates Me (a stupidly long story) )

0) Off The Deep End
So I my brother finally figured out how to isolate clips from the DVD recording of my senior recital, and convert them to a YouTube-friendly file format! The first piece we posted is a silly thing my teacher wrote for contrabassoon, double bass, and bass drum, because I promised the guys I played with that I'd put it up. It's a little small, so I'm not sure how well the choreography comes across, but the musical jokes are still apparent. I'm a little disappointed that we can't figure out how to synch the audio track from the CD (much higher sound quality) with the DVD image, because on the CD, you can clearly hear Will laughing -- on the DVD, it's general chuckling. Anyway, apparently I have 53 views? Which is more than I expected.


1) Sunnydale Airport is Long Beach
This is pretty self-explanatory. I'm finally trying to finish watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and the exterior shot of Sunnydale airport in Season 6 is Long Beach Airport! I was excited. I'm also really amused when "UC Sunnydale" includes UCLA in its mash-up of southland college campuses. And I sort of wonder if any of their cemetary scenes were filmed at the one on Veteran.

2) Happy belated birthday, Mozart
Mozart's 254th birthday was on 27 January and I meant to make a post then but I got too busy. But yay Mozart! Mozart's 250th birthday celebration was kind of like Disney's 60th -- celebrations about it started a year and a half before and continued a year and a half after.
In semi-related news, the morning radio host on That Other School's classical station has a bizarre sense of humour.

3) Travel misadventures: delays, changes, ginger ale
We had planned it so that I would fly from John Wayne Airport in Orange County to San Francisco, then from there to Pittsburgh. We had taken great pains to avoid changing planes in Denver or Chicago, because we were worried about delays due to inclement weather (i.e. snow) there. So it seemed extra ironic when the gate attendant changed my itinerary to fly through Denver because San Francisco was delaying landings due to fog/rain and he didn't want me to miss my connecting flight.
Anyway, he managed to get me window seats on the flight to Denver and the flight from Denver to Pittsburgh, which bumped me earlier in the boarding sequence and made it easier to find enough overhead bin space to stow my bassoon, so that was pretty awesome. I ordered ginger ale on the first plane, as usual, and I distinctly remember thinking about spilling drinks during turbulence, just minutes before, for whateer reason, my hand went crazy and I dropped my ginger ale. The tray table got the worst of it, but then it flowed off of the tray table onto my lap and that sucked, let me tell you. Also, I felt completely moronic. My seat was wet, and they gave me a plastic bag and a blanket to put over it, which helped, but it didn't really help my jeans dry out. They're a dark enough wash, though, that by the time we landed and they were merely damp, not sopping wet, you couldn't tell -- so at least I didn't look like I had peed myself or something. Anyway, it ended up being fine.
And then my flight from Denver was delayed and my 1.5-hour layover became 3 hours.

4) DIA: dinosaurs in the tile, "free wifi" fail
The weather in Denver last weekend looked lovely -- I never actually went outside of the airport. It was clear and sunny, though, and we flew over snow on the ground, but there was none at the airport. United flies out of B Concourse, which is like a mile long! It has lots of moving walkways, though. B Concourse also has a really amazing food court, although I opted to slum it at Dominoes instead of shelling out for Wolfgang Puck Express.
One of my favourite parts was that there are metal castings of dinosaurs and fossil shapes set into the tiles. I took lots of pictures... but on my phone, and I'm still not quite sure how to get things from my phone to the internet, so... :( But it was super cool!
Because there was so much time, and several convenient outlets, I decided to get out my computer and entertain myself somehow. AirPort claimed that there was free wireless, and so I tried to check my e-mail. It made me agree to the terms of use and told me that there would be advertisements and then I would be able to surf freely, but what really happened was, the ads didn't load so I tried to go to another page and an advertisement loaded in a frame at the top, but the actual content of the webpage didn't come through -- it just stayed an empty white space. So I gave up on internet and watched Buffy instead.

TO BE CONTINUED...
5) OMGWTFCOLD
6) Dan's House: Dudes, Dude Loofahs, Towel Improv, omg cardinal!
7) The Audition
8) And Then I Slept For A Year
9) PIT at ass o'clock, chatty dudes on the plane, The Informant!
10) DIA v. 2.0: recycling, smog, OMGBIRDS!
11) This Is Why I'm Fat: Airport Edition (related: why no napkins, McD's?)
12) chatty Taiwanese businessman
13) And Then I Slept For A Year (redux)
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WIN
- omg voice class with Super Cool Grad Mezzo is SUPER AWESOME FUN.
- I had my first really good practice session in about a month tonight. Yeah, my reed still sucks, and yeah, I'm behind where I should be on this music, but I didn't feel frustrated or angry, I didn't have any tantrums, and I actually did productive things and made progress. I'm not totally sure why.... I guess, one, I was still happy from voice class, and maybe I'm happy to be back? Happy to have a concrete schedule to work around, maybe, or happy not to feel like I'm disrupting other people's activities by bassooning in the house, or happy to feel like no-one is listening to what I'm doing? Eh, I'm just glad.
- My bassoon student got in to the middle school All-Southern and All-State bands! Yay!

Just there, like Caffino
- my first day of student teaching was okay, I guess.... I like my master teacher, I was a little annoyed at how resistant and disruptive and overly-familiar some of the students were, I'm a little intimidated by the thought of having to do a Teaching Event, I'm impressed by how good these kids sound, I'm worried about having enough nice-enough clothes to wear (omg so many geeky t-shirts, so few blouses, and even fewer that I don't have to safety-pin because the buttons gap across the bust), and I feel super super awkward and third-wheel-y, but I'm pretty excited to be there. I need to figure out what foods are good to pack for lunch, besides a sandwich and nuts and an orange or apple, because I will want variety very soon, and because I was definitely still hungry after my sandwich-almonds-and-fruit today.

FAIL
- I don't know when my bassoon lesson is going to be, because people already snapped up the times that I just discovered I will in fact be available. And none of them are answering the e-mails I've sent asking if they can change times.
- I am super super exhausted and it's not even eleven.
- Things mysteriously stuck to the kitchen counter: (1) tiny bits of red wax, all over -- they smell faintly of cinnamon and must be from Flatmate's gross cinnamon scented candle, but I can't imagine how teeny tiny bits came to be all over the damn counter -- and (2) what appears to be a dried smear of egg white, plus a bit of brown eggshell, you know, like the overpriced eggs Flatmate buys and occasionally, inexplicably, leaves in the freezer for months on end. RAW EGG. RAW EGG DOES NOT BELONG ON MY COUNTERTOP. THAT IS NOT SANITARY. WHO SPILLS EGG AND THEN DOESN'T WIPE IT UP? OH YEAH, FLATMATE DOES.

But seriously, who does that? *pout*

when I called my parents last night to let them know I didn't crash the car and die on my way back up here, my dad admonished, "be nice to Flatmate." And I was like, seriously?? I am nice -- that's why I have so much rage; my anger has no outlet so all it does is build up and then make me bitch endlessly about it when I get home. AAUGH.

corrolary

Jan. 4th, 2010 01:14 am
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1. WTF, my friends page, you really only go back to 60 entries ago? *is dismayed*

2. OH BTW so my car broke like, the day after i got home to LB. I had forgotten something vital at my flat, and was refuelling in order to go back and get it, but my brake pedal was not braking. So my mum drove with me up to my flat that night, and the next day the 'rents took my car to our mechanic and he had to replace the main cylinder, which is apparently in charge of my brakes working? Anyway, it's operational again, although apparently I need to clean the heads on the tape deck, which is super annoying to do.

3. the seasonal Lindor truffles that were milk on the outside, white on the inside, were AMAZING if your stores still have them you should snap those fuckers up! My ralph's is apparently out but I might check at rite aid or other places even... the ones i originally had came from target, I think

4. the rose parade always makes me remember how much i love horses

5. i also don't know when i'm going to be able to work in the library this quarter. yaaaay!
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So, I brought my Audubon Field Guide to work to try and figure out what this little bird is. It's brown/grey on top, lighter on the bottom, with a very narrow black beak, and yellow at its throat/chest and rump (maybe it's whole underside, but it's hard to tell), and I'm thinking it might be some kind of warbler, even though it has a kind-of-crest like a flycatcher, because it's too small to be a flycatcher... The thing is, though, most of the birds this birdie looks like live in forests and stuff, which is definitely not the habitat on campus. So far the best candidates, I think, are the female yellow-rumped warbler, the western flycatcher, the dusky flycatcher, maaaaaaaybe the female common yellowthroat. I just can't for the life of me figure out which it actually is. It's pretty adorable, thought.

In other news, though it was finger-numbingly cold in the library Monday-Wednesday, yesterday it was so warm that after three hours, the heat and stuffiness had made me feel really ill, so then I spent the next two hours sitting outside, even though it was cold. Today looks to be much the same, and I can't even take off my hat. :c

eta;; went outside to stave off nausea & had more birdie encounters. I'm pretty certain it's the yellow-rumped warbler, and I'm pretty certain I'm seeing the females, since they don't have yellow caps like the males ought to. Yay!
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I'M COMPLAINING NOW OKAY

1) WTF UCLA LIBRARIES. NO ONE FUCKING USES THE MUSIC LIBRARY IN THE EVENING. WHY WOULD YOU THINK IT'S A GOOD IDEA TO SHIFT THE HOURS EVEN LATER THAN THEY ALREADY WERE? NOW THE PEOPLE WHO NEED LIBRARY MATERIALS FOR THEIR MORNING CLASSES ARE FUCKED, AND WE ALL HAVE TO CHANGE OUR SHIFTS TO ACCOMMODATE BEING OPEN UNTIL 8 WHEN NO ONE WANTS TO WORK THAT LATE AND WHEN NO ONE USES THE FUCKING LIBRARY.

2) OMG BUSYWORK CLASS. GTFO. SO BUSYWORK TEACHER HAD CAR PROBLEMS AT ASS O'CLOCK THIS MORNING WHEN SHE LEAVES FUCKING SACRAMENTO TO FLY HERE (AND WHY THE FUCK ARE WE HIRING TEACHERS FROM SACRAMENTO? DO WE REALLY HAVE NO ONE LOCAL WHO CAN DO THE JOB SHE IS FAILING MISERABLY AT DOING?) SO SHE TOLD US TO EXPECT HER TO BE 15-20 MINUTES LATE AND STATED SHE WOULD THEN MAKE CLASS GO 15-20 MINUTES LATE WHICH BY THE WAY IS AGAINST UNIVERSITY POLICY AND THEN SHE ARRIVED 35 FUCKING MINUTES LATE AND PROCEEDED TO HOLD US 40 MINUTES AFTER CLASS IS SCHEDULED TO END AND SHE KEPT TALKING AND ASKING PEOPLE QUESTIONS AND FUCK.

3) FLATMATE TEXTS ME TWO HOURS BEFORE MY CLASS ENDS, ASKING ME, "CAN YOU GET TRASH BAGS?" SHE'D CALLED ME EARLIER TO SAY SHE WAS COMPLETELY INCAPACITATED WITH SOME KIND OF TOOTH PAIN, W/E. I WAS TEMPTED TO BE A BITCH AND JUST FUCKING NOT DO IT BECAUSE, (A) FUCKING BUSYWORK CLASS = TERRIBLE FUCKING NIGHT, THANKS, AND (B) WHEN I CAME BACK TO THE FLAT ON SATURDAY, IT WAS TO FULL TRASH CANS AND A CUTTING BOARD ON THE COUNTER, BOTH COVERED WITH SHREDDED CHEESE (WTF I ASK YOU) BUT THEN I SUCKED IT UP BECAUSE HONESTLY IT ONLY TAKES 5 MINUTES TO DUCK INTO RITE-AID. AND THEN I GOT HOME AND SHE IS ON THE PHONE, PACING AROUND THE HOUSE, AND HANGING OUT WITH HER BF AND SERIOUSLY? RITE-AID IS LITERALLY ACROSS THE FUCKING STREET. THE ONLY WAY TO BE TOO INCAPACITATED TO TAKE YOUR ASS TO RITE-AID IS IF YOU LITERALLY CANNOT GET OUT OF BED.

FUCK.


SO YEAH.
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Bitchly Little Girl #3! Comes in to return a laptop. Appears to be in a rush, but spends a full minute adjusting her clothing before she logs on to the laptop lending station, so we can go through the actual process of returning her laptop. Which, I notice, has not been shut down. In the future, I mention casually, make sure you give it enough time to shut down all the way. Why do you have the default on 'restart,' then? she counters. You know, I say, I couldn't tell you. You should take it up with CLICC. I don't have the time to, she informs me. She also apparently does not have two fucking seconds to switch the setting from 'restart' to 'shut down.' But she does have the time to make my life unpleasant, apparently. Jesus.

Also, I am hungry.
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BLG #1 demanded to know why it isn't possible to create new documents in MS Word on the computers in the media room. I helpfully told her that she can create and edit in Word on any of the six computers in the main reading room, four of which are on a bar, intended to be used while standing, and two of which are on a normal-height table by the window, with chairs and everything. She huffed at me that she didn't want to type an entire paper standing up, and I indicated to her that one of the sitting computers was, in fact, available for use. She again asked why that option wasn't on all the computers, and told me that it was "stupid." That's nice, honey, you can pass that complaint on to the computing commons people -- because I just work circulation, I am certainly not in charge of what you can and can't do on our public workstations.

BLG #2 rushed up to the desk and asked whether, if she gave me her student ID number, I could "type it in" to some nebulous device so that she could print a document without having to physically swipe her ID card. No, I told her, that's not how it works. She said, she's in a hurry and her card is down the hall and isn't there any way? If she really can't be bothered to go get her card from wherever it is inside the building, she can buy a visitor card for $0.57 and swipe that to print her document, I inform her. She huffs and begins to run out the door, and stops just outside the security gate to say, "I don't see why I can't just give it my number." I tell her that it's accessing a monetary account and so the magnetic strip must be read, just like at the vending machines or any of the campus stores. She asks if I would pass on her complaint to her. No, I say, you can take it up with the reprographics department yourself.

AAAAUUUUUGH.

And then at 7:00 all the public workstations were Not Working -- any function we tried to access from the Start menu, which is the only thing you can access on the public workstations, presented us with an error message saying that the function was restricted. They seem to be up and running now, though, and I have no idea what happened or how it got fixed, especially since the Help Desk person I called on the phone said the person who deals with it got off at five and the soonest they could send someone to help was tomorrow morning. I suspect Irish Tech Boss sweet-talked the computers into working.

And now that I've spent 15 minutes on LJ, and 20 minutes before that organizing my 50 zillion open windows into 50 zillion open tabs in a handful of windows, sorted by subject, instead of working on my "Teaching Materials Project" (in which I have to make two lists of pieces to hypothetically use in my first year of teaching, one for middle school and one for high school), I'm gonna go see the Undergrad Composers Concert! Yaaaaaaaay not doing homework. Also, I have not played bassoon at all today. And I also still have not decided where I want to go to grad school. ffffffffffuuuuuckkkkkkk. Actually Wednesday is a holiday, and I have Big Plans to devote it to (1) Grad School and (2) Sleep, so I'm pretty excited. Being able to see that on the horizon gives me hope for surviving today and tomorrow. Especially since, this weekend, I put sleep as my highest priority, and thus got nothing done.

It upsets me that I so egregiously don't have my shit together right now.

Also! I wrote Flatmate a passive-aggressive note this morning. More later.
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So today I, um, watched Star Trek. Again.

Hey, Campus Events was showing it for two dollars. TWO. That is the same price as a cookie from the organic vending machine. Only twice as much as a bag of chips from the regular vending machine. And about 1/5 of what my dinner from Rubio's cost today.

I almost decided not to go, because, damn, I have so much shit to do. And I promised myself I would decide where to apply to grad school by the end of today -- which is looking unlikely. (I did have a good talk with Dan about grad school and other things today, though.)

But today kind of sucked -- tired the moment I woke up, frustrating practise, scratchy throat (o hai post-nasal drip), angry at work, dozed off in the stacks at work, didn't play well in a coaching -- and I decided that no, I needed to go to this movie. Because I need the future to be bright and shiny and beautiful and full of lens flares and french horn solos.

Seriously, this film has a great score. I hope the horn soloist got paid really well. And I love that they used the original theme for the end credits.

Honestly, Star Trek just gets better and better, possibly because now I've seen about 20 times as much TOS as I had when I first watched it. potential spoilers? )

BUT OMG I WANT SALT AND PEPPER SHAKERS THAT ARE SPACESHIPS. MOST ADORABLE PROP EVER. I CAN HAS?
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Lately, when I tell patrons that something is due, say, "tomorrow at 8," they double-check that I mean 8 p.m. and not 8 a.m. Guys, we're not even open at 8 a.m. How would we know whether you turned it in on time? We aren't there to check it in for you.

*sigh*

But I kind of get it. Everyone has been confused about the new hours, people who don't have class in the mornings probably forget that now we open at ten instead of eight.
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Turns out it's no easier to motivate yourself to run in the evening, after a long, footsore day, than it is at oh-dark-thirty. The first three sets were... okay (hard but I made it, more or less). The fourth set, I had to stop and walk after 2 minutes, because my legs could not run any more. The fifth set, I managed to push through, partly because I walked most of the fourth set and partly because it was The Last One OMG. So, I dunno. I didn't ever really get to that place I found on Monday, where it felt like the top of my head came off and movement was effortless (granted I was only there for perhaps four minutes total on Monday, but still). Then again, did not need inhaler. *shrug* I guess I'll carry on with the regimen, increasing to 6:1 for Friday and Saturday, although part of me worries that it might be moving too fast. (Hopefully that is the part of me that will be gone if I lose a few pounds, eh?)

The kitties had a Big Day Out today! We went to the library and met all my bosses and friends. They stayed there all afternoon, I was surprised. I had anticipated only staying for maybe an hour or so, then taking them back home and boogieing back to work the rest of the shift, but they behaved themselves and were quite happy to let my boss dote on them all afternoon. She sent us home with some makeshift toys, too -- a travel-size dental floss tin that rattles, and a couple plastic eggs ("You can put pebbles in them, I bet they'll chase them then!"), plus a bit of string that we probably shouldn't use to tie up books now that kittens have been chewing it all up.

I can't decide if I want to eat dinner first, or practise? I wish it were not so late. (I probably should have gone running earlier, instead of watching that second episode of Star Trek.) I also wish that season six of NCIS would air on USA Network already, so I won't feel so awkward about watching the new season. (I read the season six synopses on Wikipedia, but it's definitely not the same. I've tried watching the full episodes on the CBS website, but it hates me! The videos won't load. They did on my daddy's computer. No fair :c )

Okay. I'm very very hungry, and if I try to practise without eating, I'll just play badly and get frustrated, and last night was quite enough of practise-related breakdowns for me. (I called my mum in tears and worried her half to death before she realised it was just because of a bad practise. She talked me down and I went to sleep and practising this morning was much better.)
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BITCHY PATRON approaches circulation desk, armed with a BOOK of Chopin piano sonatas and her LIBRARY CARD. The BOOK has RED TAPE on its spine.

BITCHY PATRON: Can I check this out?

ME: No, it's non-circulating. See, the red tape --

BITCHY PATRON: Non-circulating? What does that mean?

ME: It means it has to stay in the library. You can't check it out.

BITCHY PATRON: Then why do you even have it?

*

I then proceeded to explain that we have a non-circulating copy because Chopin is very very popular and this way we're never totally Out Of Chopin and someone can make photocopies if they have to, and she is welcome to look for another edition that does not have red tape.

Seriously, though. Who says that???
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1. Can somebody please explain to me why the "seasonal Frank" for mid-September is tangled in flashing christmas lights?
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wtf.

2. Practised, and suddenly realised how sloppy I have been this summer. I sound like ass. And I think I might deserve it. :/

3. School of Ed orientation this morning indeed answered questions and reassured us, although the classes we're supposed to be taking still are not on the Schedule of Classes. Also, I'm totally excited that the school we're doing observations at tomorrow morning is walking distance from my house :)

4. I feel a little burned out, and school hasn't even started. What the fuck. :c

5. Boss somehow cut her fingers pretty badly while cleaning windows this weekend? :C Poor Boss!
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Dr. Old (everyone's favourite elderly musicologist -- no, his name is not actually Old) returned to the library today, after being gone all summer, and he leered at me, complete with eyebrow-waggle! -- I was surprised, mostly because I thought the leering was restricted to my more fabulous co-workers, if you know what I mean. His arrival heralded offers of assistance from both of my bosses-who-are-here-today (not Boss, I think she's taking a "vacation" -- in actuality, the furlough days she's accrued), which was hilarious. Dr. Old asked to speak with one of them just minutes after he had told me he'd be upstairs of Dr. Old needed him. He hadn't even had time to get to the staircase. Heh.

---

Um. I may have missed something here -- apparently it is vital to be on Dr. Old's good books? Or at least, Irish Tech Boss told me that being liked by Dr. Old will be the best thing for me. And Newly-In-Charge-Of-Everything Boss is jumping at his requests (though not without much long-suffering sighing and eye-rolling). Okay, he's an important musicologist, I know that. What am I not getting about this situation?
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Dear Guy who just returned the red pen to the circulation desk,

I'm certain you did not just say, "Thank you, my love," as you handed me the pen. Because, I don't care if you're gay or asexual or very friendly or whatever, we have never met and that is not okay to say to someone who is merely doing her job.

With a great deal of professional distance,
Sigma
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Repositionable film? Not as repositionable as advertised.

One of my other bosses asked me to laminate a sign he'd printed, because Boss apparently talked up my Mad Skillz. I ended up clumsily getting the corner of the film stuck to the paper while I was peeling the backing off of the adhesive side, but I figured, "It's okay, it's repositionable! I can reposition it and all will be well!" NOT SO.

It's okay, though, because there was a tiny aesthetic-typographical thing that my boss wanted to fix, so he's happy now, and the new sign is made and shiny.

Adhering entire sheets of paper together is a nightmare, though. Especially when your primary tools are a glue stick and "repositionable" film. They're not quite properly aligned, although it's not that noticeable. Now, off to the paper cutter, to trim the excess film!
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I just checked the schedule of classes for this quarter, and if the Graduate School of Education does in fact get its shit together and offer the classes we need, following the tentative schedule the Music Education professor sent us, I definitely won't be able to take a second year of German. Sadness. (Although honestly I probably wouldn't have been able to anyway because that would surely put me over 20 units, and I'm pretty sure the Arts counselors won't let me over-enroll any more because I'm already over my Official Unit Cap for all four (five) years here.) Of course, if the GSE has no money to offer our classes (because of University of California has failed ALL OVER ITSELF -- O HAI SHOOTING YOURSELF IN THE FOOT, I GUESS YOU DON'T WANT YOUR CHILDREN TO BE EDUCATED BY WELL-TRAINED TEACHERS), then I'll be able to work in the library in the mornings, instead of lunchtime, and take German 4 from 11-11:50. Is it wrong that I almost hope that the Music Ed program here falls apart so that I can do what I want? I did not say that. I swear.

In other news, after taking two days off, the air seemed okay this morning, so I went running (1:2), and it felt sooooo good. I'll probably do the same run:walk ratio tomorrow, take Sunday off, and try starting "week two" again next week (2:1, walk, 3:1, walk, 4:1, 4:1, rest -- a rather intimidating ramping up of the running portion). Also, my daddy told me to bring my running shoes when I came home this weekend (to see his cousin & her hubby & their new baby who are visiting from Chicago), and we might get me new shoes. Mine aren't uncomfortable, and they're probably not too worn out sole-wise, but they're a couple years old and I marched in them, so the upper part of the shoe is pretty beat up. *shrug* I like shoes, so it's all good.

In kitten news, they enjoyed my friend's visit, and he definitely enjoyed hanging out with them! Baxter threw up this morning, though. He's fine now, I think -- at least, he was fine when I left this morning. I'm pretty sure he's not actually sick, I think he was just a little too worked up running around and playing this morning, and then he ate too fast and gave himself a tummy ache. Right before he booted, he made the loudest, most miserable-sounding meows, though. I felt really bad for him. And then he tried to eat his own vomit, which was, well, not okay, but I can see why a kitten might do that. Especially since it was mostly entire pieces of kibble. (Baxter is apparently bad at chewing? Ducky seems to chew more, but he's a little bit smaller than Baxter and I think the kibble pieces might be too big for him to swallow whole.)

Oh, crap. I just gave a woman directions to the student services office, but it's a furlough day and none of the department staff are here. Whoops.

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