Aaaaaaaaaahhhhh...better kick off my shoes
Mebbe give a little stretch...
and a bend.
Dip my toe to jacuzzi, bebby.
I feel decent. Since Melissa's not home, I just did some later-than-usual prakticing here at the abode. Before I started, I kleaned my mouthpieces and changed the bite guard on the S-90 (which needed to be done pretty badly.) When I was done, I spent some quality tyme with my horn, making sure all the spit was gone and polishing what laquer it still has until it shined semi-pretty. :)
But WHILE I was prakticing, I found that I have this krazy paranoia. The living room has a gap between the sets of mini-blinds where I kan see outside a little. And the front door has these 3 little windows in it that are about the perfekt heights for average-tall humans to look into.
Yes, that's how I look at it. There's absoultely nothing kovering them and it makes me paranoid.
I wonder if I'm going schizo? Bekause I seriously broke koncentration a kouple tymes bekause I honestly felt like I was being watched. Like, I kept turning around expekting to see a face in one of the windows...and at a kouple points, I felt like I was in the crosshairs of a gun. The hairs on my back stood up. Isn't that krazy? How kan I possibly feel that? I don't know, but I did. Next tyme I praktice alone in that room, I'm bustin out the scotch tape and paper towels, bekause the door windows will be kovered...I don't know what I'll do about the other gap. My brain will dream up something.
Is that normal? Does anyone else feel that way when they are in a room with windows and a light is on? You kan't see out, but people kan see in. I don't understand how people kan have unkovered windows. I just kan't fathom it.
Another thing that sucks is korners. This house is chock full of em. Have you ever thought about that? Korners are fuckin freaky. You are on one side of it, and hell knows what's on the other. Maybe there's something there, but when you go around the korner, it doesn't exist anymore. This is why I really dig the song "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" by They Might Be Giants. (If you've never heard it, go listen to it) It is the ultimate in paranoid rock!
Going on with the freakiness, kats don't make it less freaky. They are so random with their running and meow-ing...And Punky likes to feel things with her front paws (she's deklawed) and makes this little *swish swoosh swish swoosh* noise when it's really quiet. Hopefully they won't go into their strange kitty-kalls in the middle of the night like the last tyme I was home alone. THAT was bone-chilling. It sounded like when kats used to fight out in the streets in Hammond when we had the windows open on summer nights. I hate that sound. It makes me want to kill each one that makes it, it's so terrible.
Okay, I'm done talking about my bunkness. Umm...update for today...I did laundry and went to get my horns. Took the papers to IPFW for recycling, and finished up my progress notes/session plans for practicum. Figured out what I'm doing for the SAI Rush Party potluck and I'm trying to get my fakts straight for it. They changed a bunch of stuff and I was konfused to begin with. God hates me. lol.
On the agenda for tomorrow? Doing dishes, hittin the Walmart to get stuff for taco salad, praktice more, and go to Ligonier with Sean. I wonder if Mynett's has the soprano done yet? I miss playing it...and I'm gonna lose my chops/arm.
Low Point: Icky feelings while prakticing...and I felt really stressed out earlier and it made me feel like I was gonna puke for a while.
High Point: Quality tyme with my horn
and a bend.
Dip my toe to jacuzzi, bebby.
I feel decent. Since Melissa's not home, I just did some later-than-usual prakticing here at the abode. Before I started, I kleaned my mouthpieces and changed the bite guard on the S-90 (which needed to be done pretty badly.) When I was done, I spent some quality tyme with my horn, making sure all the spit was gone and polishing what laquer it still has until it shined semi-pretty. :)
But WHILE I was prakticing, I found that I have this krazy paranoia. The living room has a gap between the sets of mini-blinds where I kan see outside a little. And the front door has these 3 little windows in it that are about the perfekt heights for average-tall humans to look into.
Yes, that's how I look at it. There's absoultely nothing kovering them and it makes me paranoid.
I wonder if I'm going schizo? Bekause I seriously broke koncentration a kouple tymes bekause I honestly felt like I was being watched. Like, I kept turning around expekting to see a face in one of the windows...and at a kouple points, I felt like I was in the crosshairs of a gun. The hairs on my back stood up. Isn't that krazy? How kan I possibly feel that? I don't know, but I did. Next tyme I praktice alone in that room, I'm bustin out the scotch tape and paper towels, bekause the door windows will be kovered...I don't know what I'll do about the other gap. My brain will dream up something.
Is that normal? Does anyone else feel that way when they are in a room with windows and a light is on? You kan't see out, but people kan see in. I don't understand how people kan have unkovered windows. I just kan't fathom it.
Another thing that sucks is korners. This house is chock full of em. Have you ever thought about that? Korners are fuckin freaky. You are on one side of it, and hell knows what's on the other. Maybe there's something there, but when you go around the korner, it doesn't exist anymore. This is why I really dig the song "Where Your Eyes Don't Go" by They Might Be Giants. (If you've never heard it, go listen to it) It is the ultimate in paranoid rock!
Going on with the freakiness, kats don't make it less freaky. They are so random with their running and meow-ing...And Punky likes to feel things with her front paws (she's deklawed) and makes this little *swish swoosh swish swoosh* noise when it's really quiet. Hopefully they won't go into their strange kitty-kalls in the middle of the night like the last tyme I was home alone. THAT was bone-chilling. It sounded like when kats used to fight out in the streets in Hammond when we had the windows open on summer nights. I hate that sound. It makes me want to kill each one that makes it, it's so terrible.
Okay, I'm done talking about my bunkness. Umm...update for today...I did laundry and went to get my horns. Took the papers to IPFW for recycling, and finished up my progress notes/session plans for practicum. Figured out what I'm doing for the SAI Rush Party potluck and I'm trying to get my fakts straight for it. They changed a bunch of stuff and I was konfused to begin with. God hates me. lol.
On the agenda for tomorrow? Doing dishes, hittin the Walmart to get stuff for taco salad, praktice more, and go to Ligonier with Sean. I wonder if Mynett's has the soprano done yet? I miss playing it...and I'm gonna lose my chops/arm.
Low Point: Icky feelings while prakticing...and I felt really stressed out earlier and it made me feel like I was gonna puke for a while.
High Point: Quality tyme with my horn