yo-yo
Up: talked briefly Char, late of our house.
Down: quantum lecture. and he kept saying how much work we should have done over the holidays.
Up: computer, fic
Down: computer, fic,
Up: computer, fic, talked briefly to Jenny
Down: left computer room
Up: talked briefly to Jill and Kirsten
Down: realised could not concentrate enough to write two lines of code for programming lab
Up: walked out
Down: struggled through Tesco
Up: talked briefly to Lindsey
Down: posh arses with mobile phones
Up: talked to nostalgia_lj and edithmatilda
Down: arm hurt
Up: home, sugar, fic
Down: fic
Up: bunny
Down: bad bunny that will further constrain my ability to work
Up: food...
Down: arrived at chorus to find virtually nobody there at start time
Up: people showed up
Down: none of them were tenors. two tenors. one of them a girl. me.
Up: actually got bits right!
Down: got totally ignored at interval
Up: sang the Benedictus. "Osanna in excelsis!" Dude, I love singing in Latin. It just rocks. I don't know why. But even though I don't believe in Christianity or any organised religion, I still get uplifted singing the hosanna because that's the whole point of it, that's what the music is designed to do, and being a part of this group of people and creating music is a buzz in and of itself but when you get it right and you get this beautiful major chord and oh... Of course, then there are the times when you find yourself humming along with the tenor line of the dramatic music on TV and going "oh, right, that's the Kyrie from... damn, is it Mozart or Verdi?" Not that the two are the same, but once you've sung a few Requiems you start getting mixed up, I find. It was Mozart, in that case. I think. Um. It has this big fugal Kyrie with quavers and semi-quavers running all over the place and you're up there on stage just belting it out and trying to keep the hell up and you're quivering with nerves and the music is sweeping you away in its magnificence and you can't help but fly with it and it's exhilirating. Damn, I want to be in a proper choir some day. Like, a big one. Being in smaller ones is great, and you feel more responsible (aargh. do not get me started about the way three tenors (and one of them a girl) can drown out twelve altos because they're all waiting for someone else to be loud while we're just getting the hell on with it, and why do you think I never went back to being an alto after I got drafted the first time?) but I just think there must be something spectacular about being in the middle of so many voices all lifted up together... wow. Um, anyway...
Down: fellow chorus-member and classmate asked about work
Up: walked home
Down: vampires have eaten my brain. seriously. the bunny.
Up: chocolate. three bars of it.
Down: guilt associated with chocolate.
And that brings me to now. Fun, huh?
Down: quantum lecture. and he kept saying how much work we should have done over the holidays.
Up: computer, fic
Down: computer, fic,
Up: computer, fic, talked briefly to Jenny
Down: left computer room
Up: talked briefly to Jill and Kirsten
Down: realised could not concentrate enough to write two lines of code for programming lab
Up: walked out
Down: struggled through Tesco
Up: talked briefly to Lindsey
Down: posh arses with mobile phones
Up: talked to nostalgia_lj and edithmatilda
Down: arm hurt
Up: home, sugar, fic
Down: fic
Up: bunny
Down: bad bunny that will further constrain my ability to work
Up: food...
Down: arrived at chorus to find virtually nobody there at start time
Up: people showed up
Down: none of them were tenors. two tenors. one of them a girl. me.
Up: actually got bits right!
Down: got totally ignored at interval
Up: sang the Benedictus. "Osanna in excelsis!" Dude, I love singing in Latin. It just rocks. I don't know why. But even though I don't believe in Christianity or any organised religion, I still get uplifted singing the hosanna because that's the whole point of it, that's what the music is designed to do, and being a part of this group of people and creating music is a buzz in and of itself but when you get it right and you get this beautiful major chord and oh... Of course, then there are the times when you find yourself humming along with the tenor line of the dramatic music on TV and going "oh, right, that's the Kyrie from... damn, is it Mozart or Verdi?" Not that the two are the same, but once you've sung a few Requiems you start getting mixed up, I find. It was Mozart, in that case. I think. Um. It has this big fugal Kyrie with quavers and semi-quavers running all over the place and you're up there on stage just belting it out and trying to keep the hell up and you're quivering with nerves and the music is sweeping you away in its magnificence and you can't help but fly with it and it's exhilirating. Damn, I want to be in a proper choir some day. Like, a big one. Being in smaller ones is great, and you feel more responsible (aargh. do not get me started about the way three tenors (and one of them a girl) can drown out twelve altos because they're all waiting for someone else to be loud while we're just getting the hell on with it, and why do you think I never went back to being an alto after I got drafted the first time?) but I just think there must be something spectacular about being in the middle of so many voices all lifted up together... wow. Um, anyway...
Down: fellow chorus-member and classmate asked about work
Up: walked home
Down: vampires have eaten my brain. seriously. the bunny.
Up: chocolate. three bars of it.
Down: guilt associated with chocolate.
And that brings me to now. Fun, huh?