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sigmastolen1. KITTEN UPDATE: apparently Clara was asleep after working a night shift? and her phone charger is MIA so her phone was off? and she had her mom's phone but it didn't wake her up and then she didn't want to mess with her mom's messages? SO. I will meet Marie at Clara's house on Thursday morning. At 8 am. In Pasadena. Shit, I'm gonna have to leave at, like, 7. Or earlier. Shiiiiiiiiiit.
2. I cannot roll my eyes hard enough:
Flatmate: Swimming is haaaaaaard. I kept breathing in water (she was apparently not turning her head far enough? i gather from what she's said that she has v. poor form). And it seems like you cover distance so much slower. At least by the end of it I was only stopping three times in a length!
Full disclosure: I have swum in that pool. It is olympic-length, which makes sense, since this is a university, which, yes, it's far. Half a football field far. But you'd have to be in pretty terrible shape to need to stop three times in 50 meters.
3. In the category of Things Which Are Not Funny (or, Unfunny Things): Calling "FREEBIRD!" through the door, request-style, while your housemate is practising technical orchestral excerpts. NOT COOL, YO.
4. bassoon stuff: because if I tell the internet about it then I will be more motivated!
Today: Pulcinella, some Tchaik 6, a little bit of Berlioz, and checking tempi in Beethoven.
Tomorrow: REEDMAKING, Scheherazade, Mozart.
AND @ WORK!! Check accidentals in Pulcinella part against score. Because, G SHARP OR NOT G SHARP, THAT IS THE QUESTION.
Note To Self: DON'T FORGET -- cross-crawl, juggle.
5. The latest instalment of Unsent Letters To My Housemate: Dear Flatmate, I appreciate the invitations, but I don't want to go to the beach with you. I don't want to go to a café with you. I don't want to swim laps with you. I don't want to watch lowbrow television with you. I don't want to listen to you talk about how you're going to try strength training instead of cardio, or how you are bad at swimming, or how your boyfriend is making you gain weight, or how women/x ethnicity/y sexuality are represented in z media of your choice, or how much shit you are full of in re: the environment, your current or future lifestyle, how you will raise your children, food, the medical profession (seriously stfu that's my dad you're making unflattering, unfounded generalisations about and i don't appreciate it), politics, exercising. Just, no.
NB: My computer's dictionary knows more words that LJ's, which appears to be confused by UK spelling. Then again, I'm not sure why my computer is set to UK spelling.
2. I cannot roll my eyes hard enough:
Flatmate: Swimming is haaaaaaard. I kept breathing in water (she was apparently not turning her head far enough? i gather from what she's said that she has v. poor form). And it seems like you cover distance so much slower. At least by the end of it I was only stopping three times in a length!
Full disclosure: I have swum in that pool. It is olympic-length, which makes sense, since this is a university, which, yes, it's far. Half a football field far. But you'd have to be in pretty terrible shape to need to stop three times in 50 meters.
3. In the category of Things Which Are Not Funny (or, Unfunny Things): Calling "FREEBIRD!" through the door, request-style, while your housemate is practising technical orchestral excerpts. NOT COOL, YO.
4. bassoon stuff: because if I tell the internet about it then I will be more motivated!
Today: Pulcinella, some Tchaik 6, a little bit of Berlioz, and checking tempi in Beethoven.
Tomorrow: REEDMAKING, Scheherazade, Mozart.
AND @ WORK!! Check accidentals in Pulcinella part against score. Because, G SHARP OR NOT G SHARP, THAT IS THE QUESTION.
Note To Self: DON'T FORGET -- cross-crawl, juggle.
5. The latest instalment of Unsent Letters To My Housemate: Dear Flatmate, I appreciate the invitations, but I don't want to go to the beach with you. I don't want to go to a café with you. I don't want to swim laps with you. I don't want to watch lowbrow television with you. I don't want to listen to you talk about how you're going to try strength training instead of cardio, or how you are bad at swimming, or how your boyfriend is making you gain weight, or how women/x ethnicity/y sexuality are represented in z media of your choice, or how much shit you are full of in re: the environment, your current or future lifestyle, how you will raise your children, food, the medical profession (seriously stfu that's my dad you're making unflattering, unfounded generalisations about and i don't appreciate it), politics, exercising. Just, no.
NB: My computer's dictionary knows more words that LJ's, which appears to be confused by UK spelling. Then again, I'm not sure why my computer is set to UK spelling.
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