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Finally got my Soundwave ticket today. I'm actually really excited about the festival, even though it's on next year, because I've recently fallen in love with Chiodos. I'm not too excited about seeing The Offspring, mostly because I hate them with a vengence. They reallyreally annoy me. I also hate Korn in a similar manner, though they aren't on the bill so that's good.
Sometimes I really worry that I'm going to have to change my entire look to be a musicologist. In all honesty I probably am, or at least I'll have to tone it down a bit. I'm assuming not so many reputable universities actually want to hire a short woman with black and blue hair who wears black band shirts with gory designs and tight black jeans and sneakers. Or one with a facial peircing and a love of black eyeliner. Ugh anyway, worry about that in two years time.
I had my first exam of the exam period last night. It was alright, up until I came home and realised that I had forgotten to add the extra accidental to make my modulation from A major to E major actually a modulation. Hopefully, that will be the worst mistake I made. It really annoys me though, because that's such a stupid mistake and after doing music theory for eleven years, you know I think I should have remembered. ANYWAY.
There is finally cricket on my television. Oh cricket, how I love thee.
Ugh, back to the studying of the early twentieth century music. I swear, the early twentieth century bit is the most boring part of modern music history. I enjoyed learning about the minimalists and Ralph Vaughn Williams, etc., etc. but 1890-1930 is just Schoenberg, Schoenberg, Schoenberg. (Well, it's not really, but you still do need to know alot about him).
Sometimes I really worry that I'm going to have to change my entire look to be a musicologist. In all honesty I probably am, or at least I'll have to tone it down a bit. I'm assuming not so many reputable universities actually want to hire a short woman with black and blue hair who wears black band shirts with gory designs and tight black jeans and sneakers. Or one with a facial peircing and a love of black eyeliner. Ugh anyway, worry about that in two years time.
I had my first exam of the exam period last night. It was alright, up until I came home and realised that I had forgotten to add the extra accidental to make my modulation from A major to E major actually a modulation. Hopefully, that will be the worst mistake I made. It really annoys me though, because that's such a stupid mistake and after doing music theory for eleven years, you know I think I should have remembered. ANYWAY.
There is finally cricket on my television. Oh cricket, how I love thee.
Ugh, back to the studying of the early twentieth century music. I swear, the early twentieth century bit is the most boring part of modern music history. I enjoyed learning about the minimalists and Ralph Vaughn Williams, etc., etc. but 1890-1930 is just Schoenberg, Schoenberg, Schoenberg. (Well, it's not really, but you still do need to know alot about him).