Another Tuesday Down
I just realized how long ago Aug. 28th seems to me. I feel like I've been here an age, and yet it's only been 3 months. Soooo much has happened in that time, though!
Today was good. Not really productive, but good just the same. I got a package from home, which included a new camera (Dad's B-day present to me, yay!!) that I spent far too much time playing with instead of writing a paper. The package also included my dancing pants (for those who are aware, they're the pants in the pics from Canada) which I missed as soon as I got to Spain and realized that I should have brought them. I just bought a new shirt that will look REALLY hot with them, so I can't wait to go out dancing it test out the outfit.
Yet I'm realizing I'm running out of weekends with this crew. "Half-a-year peeps" are getting in all their last-minute trips before they head back to the States, and the rest of us are keeping busy like whoa and taking trips of our own. And not this weekend but next (or is it the one after?) everyone is off to Morroco during the puente (holiday) break at the beginning of Dec. Weekends (or even just Thursday nights) left for us to go out dancing are fewer and fewer.
Tonight was a good night. Toria turned 20 (or 75, depending who's telling the story, hee hee), and we went out to a Chinese restaurant to help her celebrate. It was *thinks* Toria, Jung, Seth, Monica, Lydia, Michelle, Patrick and I. Many people had to work on papers or do homework tonight so they couldn't make it (I technically should have been [and should BE] writing a paper for Democ. class, but I'm procrastinating again...and there was no way I was going to miss my former-hotel-roomie's B-day Bash...esp. when I hardly get to see her anymore 'cause we're all so busy with classes.)
And after getting back from that, I just relaxed...breathed. Talked to a friend about his current (or shall we say re-occurring, cyclic, omnipresent, never-ending) problems that aren't his fault and that all stem from outside sources. *Sends hugs his way in case he reads this*
And then there was some scrambling around online for awhile trying to find a particular classical piece that I'd heard a 30 sec. clip of. There was a lot of going back and forth with the second party, a little like this:
"English horn or oboe?"
"Romantic period you think?"
"What key is it in?"
"I have noooo idea. :("
"I think I have a lead...hold on, checking it. ...Nope, nevermind."
"Definitely oboe. Sounds like a concerto, right?"
"I think it might be A sharp...or B flat, whichever way you wanna look at it. No, wait, scratch that, straight up A."
"I think it's Vivaldi."
"Definitely major, not minor."
"Forget this, I'm just going to e-mail the site where the clip is and ask."
*Chuckles* It was great. It's SO much harder to find a classical music song you really like...with any lyrical song, you can usually google the lyrics...and if you can't understand the lyrics, you can patch it together with a word from here and there in the song. There is almost always a way. Sadly, you can't google oboe notes. One day they're going to find a way for us to search by sound bytes. :P Just for moments like this.
It was all good though. And now I'm still not working on my paper, but instead sending messages to Shorts (I like calling her that...might call her that more often than "Shorty" now), sympathizing with the guy trouble she's going through right now. Oh, and on the side of all of this I'm making a blog-and-photo-blog (yes, both) for the fam. and friends of the fam. because my dad was getting on my case for not having sent any pictures. Well, if they were all just hip enough to have facebook or myspace (or even LJ) then the problem would be solved! *Laughs*
I feel good. So saying, I'm going to go to bed because I have class in a few brief hours...I'm beginning to hate Wednesday and Thursday mornings. I think next semester, no matter how much I want to take an Anthro course, I'm not gonna take any class before 10am. :P
Love to all!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. *Grins*
Doot Dude
It was a happy, shiny forehead
Beads on my top lip
'I'm a bit more used to this'
Need to get some ice cream
And yes, I do know how fattening it is
As a vocal artist, rare rare rare
Water fight, sleeping in the garden
Call in sick to go to the beach and eat strawberries type of Tuesday
And I was walking in my slip-on step cross trainers
Cocoa butter was made for my left and right to wear those
'Aren't you related to Flo-Jo?' shorts
Confident, carry-myself well
Please-don't-hate-on-me Angela Basset halter-neck
When I saw him
No no, my bad, no, he saw me
I smiled at his attempt to call me
As I continued past him on my journey
But if he walks away, it would burn me
It's too early
So I stop, I turn around
I look at him,and I'm like "Hi"
Doot doot doot doot doot dude
Today was good. Not really productive, but good just the same. I got a package from home, which included a new camera (Dad's B-day present to me, yay!!) that I spent far too much time playing with instead of writing a paper. The package also included my dancing pants (for those who are aware, they're the pants in the pics from Canada) which I missed as soon as I got to Spain and realized that I should have brought them. I just bought a new shirt that will look REALLY hot with them, so I can't wait to go out dancing it test out the outfit.
Yet I'm realizing I'm running out of weekends with this crew. "Half-a-year peeps" are getting in all their last-minute trips before they head back to the States, and the rest of us are keeping busy like whoa and taking trips of our own. And not this weekend but next (or is it the one after?) everyone is off to Morroco during the puente (holiday) break at the beginning of Dec. Weekends (or even just Thursday nights) left for us to go out dancing are fewer and fewer.
Tonight was a good night. Toria turned 20 (or 75, depending who's telling the story, hee hee), and we went out to a Chinese restaurant to help her celebrate. It was *thinks* Toria, Jung, Seth, Monica, Lydia, Michelle, Patrick and I. Many people had to work on papers or do homework tonight so they couldn't make it (I technically should have been [and should BE] writing a paper for Democ. class, but I'm procrastinating again...and there was no way I was going to miss my former-hotel-roomie's B-day Bash...esp. when I hardly get to see her anymore 'cause we're all so busy with classes.)
And after getting back from that, I just relaxed...breathed. Talked to a friend about his current (or shall we say re-occurring, cyclic, omnipresent, never-ending) problems that aren't his fault and that all stem from outside sources. *Sends hugs his way in case he reads this*
And then there was some scrambling around online for awhile trying to find a particular classical piece that I'd heard a 30 sec. clip of. There was a lot of going back and forth with the second party, a little like this:
"English horn or oboe?"
"Romantic period you think?"
"What key is it in?"
"I have noooo idea. :("
"I think I have a lead...hold on, checking it. ...Nope, nevermind."
"Definitely oboe. Sounds like a concerto, right?"
"I think it might be A sharp...or B flat, whichever way you wanna look at it. No, wait, scratch that, straight up A."
"I think it's Vivaldi."
"Definitely major, not minor."
"Forget this, I'm just going to e-mail the site where the clip is and ask."
*Chuckles* It was great. It's SO much harder to find a classical music song you really like...with any lyrical song, you can usually google the lyrics...and if you can't understand the lyrics, you can patch it together with a word from here and there in the song. There is almost always a way. Sadly, you can't google oboe notes. One day they're going to find a way for us to search by sound bytes. :P Just for moments like this.
It was all good though. And now I'm still not working on my paper, but instead sending messages to Shorts (I like calling her that...might call her that more often than "Shorty" now), sympathizing with the guy trouble she's going through right now. Oh, and on the side of all of this I'm making a blog-and-photo-blog (yes, both) for the fam. and friends of the fam. because my dad was getting on my case for not having sent any pictures. Well, if they were all just hip enough to have facebook or myspace (or even LJ) then the problem would be solved! *Laughs*
I feel good. So saying, I'm going to go to bed because I have class in a few brief hours...I'm beginning to hate Wednesday and Thursday mornings. I think next semester, no matter how much I want to take an Anthro course, I'm not gonna take any class before 10am. :P
Love to all!!!! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. *Grins*
Doot Dude
It was a happy, shiny forehead
Beads on my top lip
'I'm a bit more used to this'
Need to get some ice cream
And yes, I do know how fattening it is
As a vocal artist, rare rare rare
Water fight, sleeping in the garden
Call in sick to go to the beach and eat strawberries type of Tuesday
And I was walking in my slip-on step cross trainers
Cocoa butter was made for my left and right to wear those
'Aren't you related to Flo-Jo?' shorts
Confident, carry-myself well
Please-don't-hate-on-me Angela Basset halter-neck
When I saw him
No no, my bad, no, he saw me
I smiled at his attempt to call me
As I continued past him on my journey
But if he walks away, it would burn me
It's too early
So I stop, I turn around
I look at him,and I'm like "Hi"
Doot doot doot doot doot dude