Hello again.

Had an anxiety attack this morning. Or, an excess of caffeine. Or, heart issues. Grr. Two hours in the health office.

Poetry class tomorrow - and we're workshopping mine and some other kids' stuff. Here's the poem.

Okay. There it is

Posting in Livejournal? What ( Read more... )

Stolen from Jfur. Of course.

Looking back at 2006.

1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?
Had a "normal" job. Took big risks in compositions.

2. Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
No. No, except for two: closely follow a schedule and limit my self-criticism.

3. Did anyone close to you give ( Read more... )

Why of all things did I decide to read "The Catcher in the Rye" over break? Great. Now, usher in depression ( Read more... )

the lord is good the lord is great ( Read more... )

okay, so i know i've been absent from the lj world for at least a few months. i'm back! yay!
--------
so anyway, i'm almost done with my song cycle. the problem is that i want to add more instruments to it. clarinet and cello...? hmm. we'll see..i should finish it with just piano and soprano first. then we shall see ...

So if you want to read the ( Read more... )

okay, so i haven't posted anything for a long time. and i thought i should say hello.

i had a really bizarre experience today [bizarre, mainly because it really caught me off-guard]. so i worked earlier in the day and went home to practice the piano before my lesson. i left home @ around 6 to pick up a check from my mom to give to the teach, and ( Read more... )

last night i went to hear built to spill at the showbox in seattle with emily, jenny and sandy. we got there at 7 - by which i mean to say that we stood in line, beginning at 7. the house opened at 7:40, and the opening band started at around 8. so we kinda took pictures of ourselves, and it was amusing.

the opening band was decent, but they had ( Read more... )

And here's a very short story ("flash fiction," if you will - or, God forbid, a prose poem), from my Columbia class this past semester, and then (cue the drums) a revision of it:

TELL ME            ||            by Barret Anspach

She sits, looking down the street. The glass panes surrounding her act as stencils, dashed streaks casting the hazy ( Read more... )

( Read more... )