Gnuh.
Sick.
Eww.
Currently skipping band, because my head feels like it weighs about three times the average weight of a watermelon and somehow I think I'd do more harm than good. But I've pretty much not done anything today. Tried to go to my voice lesson, but my teacher didn't show (there was a note on his door later that said he was sick). Then I almost went to my chamber music coaching, but found out that my coach is out of town. Then I talked my Theory prof to let me show up for the first 10 minutes of class--long enough for me to do some sightsinging and find out that we don't have class tomorrow. Then I came back up here and fell asleep to Newsies. Watched some Boy Meets World reruns, and some old Full House episodes. Still feel like shit though.
And I can't find my glasses. I think they've gone the way of my choir folder--meaning that the last time I saw them was at church and I certainly couldn't find them yesterday. I'm half convinced that Ingrid has something to do with it, but that might just be me being suspicious. She was awfully annoying yesterday, though. I don't know if I was just in a bad mood, or what, but everything she did just grated on me, like she was rubbing sandpaper over new skin. Nothing that really should've bothered me, necessarily, but just stuff. Well, some of it would've bugged me no matter what. Like when she glared at me in the middle of our rehersal of Lamb of God and hissed "Blend!" under her voice. Know what? If I'm not blending, that's my job to fix and Kay's job to call me on, not yours. And you never know when I have a purpose in what I'm doing. Maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to create a situation to teach you how to blend when other voices aren't blending. Or maybe I've got another reason. But it's not your job to try to correct it. When it is, I'll let you know.
People who do stuff like that just bug me. Like when I'm ushering. In Center Ring there's a Showcase (program) holder that people aren't supposed to take from--we have them there so that late seaters can get programs and not take forever inside the hall, where everyone else is supposed to get them. So when I usher there I usually stand in front of the holder so that no one takes any. Of course, every third person seems to think that I must be keeping the programs from them specifically, because they try to reach around me. It's sort of funny, actually, because in order to get at them they nearly have to feel me up. Don't you think, people, that there might be a reason that I'm standing in front of the holder? That maybe I'm not just a stupid usher getting in your way just to get in your way? That maybe you'll get handed a program with a nice good evening by the next usher on your trip to your seat?
But, yeah. There was other stuff that she was doing that just bugged me. Like clinging to Andy especially, but also Christi, even though she had a friend there. I think she was hanging on Christi just to prove something to me, you know? "See, I don't need you, I've got someone right here that can replace you, so why don't you just play the game according to my rules?" Or, when Christi, Andy, and I decided to stay in the choir room during the service to play piano, she and her friend decided to stay, too...and talk as loud as they could about people that we didn't know, or try to push me out of the way to use the whiteboard to talk about chemistry. Okay, it's fine that you don't want to go to church, but please find somewhere else to be noisy, and for God's sake don't expect me to get out of your way just so you can talk about orbitals over the project that we're currently working on. Or, if you really want to be with us, don't try to talk over us. Jeez.
And then we went to the Fellowship Meal. Ingrid and her friend, of course, sat with the Augsburg three, as well as Kim and Kay and Rosalie. And, of course, when we had to leave so that Andy could drive Christi and me to Central Lutheran for our concert, they followed us up to the choir room where all our stuff was. I couldn't find my choir folder (I thought my glasses were already in my backpack, which they weren't) and was almost panicked trying to find it because we had to leave and I wanted to practice playing some of the pieces on piano this week, since I'm subbing as director for Kay on the 27th, but couldn't find it. Add to that I was feeling really ill because I'd eaten way too much lasagne and galic bread. Enter Ingrid. She grabs me around the waist so tightly that I felt like I was going to puke. "Let go, Ingrid," I told her. I must've sounded whiny and like I didn't mean it, though, because she squeezed tighter. I nearly did puke that time. "No, seriously. LET GO!" I broke out of her grasp and looked once more for my choir folder, before giving up and leaving. I didn't say good bye to her, I was feeling so annoyed with her.
Later, as we were rehersing for our concert at Central, I said to Christi "I don't know if it was me, or her, but Ingrid was really annoying me today."
She nodded, knowingly. "It was Ingrid. Oh, yeah."
Good to know that someone agrees with me.
Eww.
Currently skipping band, because my head feels like it weighs about three times the average weight of a watermelon and somehow I think I'd do more harm than good. But I've pretty much not done anything today. Tried to go to my voice lesson, but my teacher didn't show (there was a note on his door later that said he was sick). Then I almost went to my chamber music coaching, but found out that my coach is out of town. Then I talked my Theory prof to let me show up for the first 10 minutes of class--long enough for me to do some sightsinging and find out that we don't have class tomorrow. Then I came back up here and fell asleep to Newsies. Watched some Boy Meets World reruns, and some old Full House episodes. Still feel like shit though.
And I can't find my glasses. I think they've gone the way of my choir folder--meaning that the last time I saw them was at church and I certainly couldn't find them yesterday. I'm half convinced that Ingrid has something to do with it, but that might just be me being suspicious. She was awfully annoying yesterday, though. I don't know if I was just in a bad mood, or what, but everything she did just grated on me, like she was rubbing sandpaper over new skin. Nothing that really should've bothered me, necessarily, but just stuff. Well, some of it would've bugged me no matter what. Like when she glared at me in the middle of our rehersal of Lamb of God and hissed "Blend!" under her voice. Know what? If I'm not blending, that's my job to fix and Kay's job to call me on, not yours. And you never know when I have a purpose in what I'm doing. Maybe, just maybe, I'm trying to create a situation to teach you how to blend when other voices aren't blending. Or maybe I've got another reason. But it's not your job to try to correct it. When it is, I'll let you know.
People who do stuff like that just bug me. Like when I'm ushering. In Center Ring there's a Showcase (program) holder that people aren't supposed to take from--we have them there so that late seaters can get programs and not take forever inside the hall, where everyone else is supposed to get them. So when I usher there I usually stand in front of the holder so that no one takes any. Of course, every third person seems to think that I must be keeping the programs from them specifically, because they try to reach around me. It's sort of funny, actually, because in order to get at them they nearly have to feel me up. Don't you think, people, that there might be a reason that I'm standing in front of the holder? That maybe I'm not just a stupid usher getting in your way just to get in your way? That maybe you'll get handed a program with a nice good evening by the next usher on your trip to your seat?
But, yeah. There was other stuff that she was doing that just bugged me. Like clinging to Andy especially, but also Christi, even though she had a friend there. I think she was hanging on Christi just to prove something to me, you know? "See, I don't need you, I've got someone right here that can replace you, so why don't you just play the game according to my rules?" Or, when Christi, Andy, and I decided to stay in the choir room during the service to play piano, she and her friend decided to stay, too...and talk as loud as they could about people that we didn't know, or try to push me out of the way to use the whiteboard to talk about chemistry. Okay, it's fine that you don't want to go to church, but please find somewhere else to be noisy, and for God's sake don't expect me to get out of your way just so you can talk about orbitals over the project that we're currently working on. Or, if you really want to be with us, don't try to talk over us. Jeez.
And then we went to the Fellowship Meal. Ingrid and her friend, of course, sat with the Augsburg three, as well as Kim and Kay and Rosalie. And, of course, when we had to leave so that Andy could drive Christi and me to Central Lutheran for our concert, they followed us up to the choir room where all our stuff was. I couldn't find my choir folder (I thought my glasses were already in my backpack, which they weren't) and was almost panicked trying to find it because we had to leave and I wanted to practice playing some of the pieces on piano this week, since I'm subbing as director for Kay on the 27th, but couldn't find it. Add to that I was feeling really ill because I'd eaten way too much lasagne and galic bread. Enter Ingrid. She grabs me around the waist so tightly that I felt like I was going to puke. "Let go, Ingrid," I told her. I must've sounded whiny and like I didn't mean it, though, because she squeezed tighter. I nearly did puke that time. "No, seriously. LET GO!" I broke out of her grasp and looked once more for my choir folder, before giving up and leaving. I didn't say good bye to her, I was feeling so annoyed with her.
Later, as we were rehersing for our concert at Central, I said to Christi "I don't know if it was me, or her, but Ingrid was really annoying me today."
She nodded, knowingly. "It was Ingrid. Oh, yeah."
Good to know that someone agrees with me.