Dream Plug.
I had the strangest experience last night.
[For background: I can't handle any noise when I sleep. I'm super sensitive to sound and will wake up right away with the littlest squeak. So, I sleep with earplugs even though I live in a single.]
I woke up in the middle of the night (that in itself is weird), only to find that my left earplug had gone missing. It was quite peculiar. My right one was completely lodged in my ear like it's supposed to be, but my left one was nowhere to be found. I groped around the bed and the floor. Nothing. Then I remembered a dream where I had taken out my left earplug and put it on the desk behind me. Lo and behold, thar she was. Apparently I act out my dreams. Wut. I don't even know what would cause me to dream and do such an act.
Alas.
I noodled around on the Eb today. It is such a pleasure to play an Eb when the instrument is good. This one is a Buffet. When I went to go rent it on Monday from the Band Building, I told the girl working in the equipment room that I needed an Eb clarinet and if I could have the good one. She says snottily, "We reserve the good one for Wind Symphony members ONLY." I responded, "Bitch, I am in Wind Symphony."
Sans the bitch part. The clarinet is a Buffet and SO good and SO cute. The barrel is adorable. It's like a little baby. I'll be playing it for clarinet choir as well, which I'm really looking forward to! I have a couple solos in the band music, but we'll see if the solos are actual solos or if they're one of those flute/picc/Eb clarinet solos.
Also, my Blogging and the First Amendment class is turning out to be much more first amendment than blogging so far. At first I was really worried about that, but now I'm really starting to get interested in all the law we're discussing and the issues that arise. It's not like I would ever consider getting into law seriously or anything, but my horizons are definitely being broadened from this class. Also, the professor is really cool. He's so passionate and makes the subject really interesting when it could be pretty dry.
Hunger.
[For background: I can't handle any noise when I sleep. I'm super sensitive to sound and will wake up right away with the littlest squeak. So, I sleep with earplugs even though I live in a single.]
I woke up in the middle of the night (that in itself is weird), only to find that my left earplug had gone missing. It was quite peculiar. My right one was completely lodged in my ear like it's supposed to be, but my left one was nowhere to be found. I groped around the bed and the floor. Nothing. Then I remembered a dream where I had taken out my left earplug and put it on the desk behind me. Lo and behold, thar she was. Apparently I act out my dreams. Wut. I don't even know what would cause me to dream and do such an act.
Alas.
I noodled around on the Eb today. It is such a pleasure to play an Eb when the instrument is good. This one is a Buffet. When I went to go rent it on Monday from the Band Building, I told the girl working in the equipment room that I needed an Eb clarinet and if I could have the good one. She says snottily, "We reserve the good one for Wind Symphony members ONLY." I responded, "Bitch, I am in Wind Symphony."
Sans the bitch part. The clarinet is a Buffet and SO good and SO cute. The barrel is adorable. It's like a little baby. I'll be playing it for clarinet choir as well, which I'm really looking forward to! I have a couple solos in the band music, but we'll see if the solos are actual solos or if they're one of those flute/picc/Eb clarinet solos.
Also, my Blogging and the First Amendment class is turning out to be much more first amendment than blogging so far. At first I was really worried about that, but now I'm really starting to get interested in all the law we're discussing and the issues that arise. It's not like I would ever consider getting into law seriously or anything, but my horizons are definitely being broadened from this class. Also, the professor is really cool. He's so passionate and makes the subject really interesting when it could be pretty dry.
Hunger.