off-key.
man, sometimes the american idol judges are so whack. kristy lee cook just did a surprisingly amazing version of some mariah carey song and was told by all three judges that it was "just okay" while david whatever-his-name-is sang an off-key version of some other mariah carey song was was told that he sounded like he was "ready to be on a soundtrack" and that it was "bold and daring." usually i agree with all the critiques simon gives but i think he's been taking a little too much of paula's medication tonight. whatever. fuck you, simon. i just voted for kristy lee.
not like i'm one to talk about being off-key. i went to max's house last night for the first meeting of the songwriter's group (which consists of max, nate, jeff, a new girl named katie and moi) and sang a song that i wrote about my dad in 25 minutes on sunday night. except it was terrible. it sounded pretty okay in my dorm room when i was practicing it (all three times), i guess because my room is only 6x9 so my small, wavering voice was able to kind of fill it up. but it sounded awful in max's room, which is about three times the size of mine. i really, really wish more than anything in the entire world that i had been born with a good voice because no matter how much i practice, i only sound good when i'm in the shower. maybe that just means that i need to start doing more gigs in showers.
...or maybe i just need to never write a song that requires me to sing in my head voice again.
i don't remember very much of the party i went to saturday night but apparently i did kareoke and sang "hit me with your best shot" by pat benetar. i don't even want to know how badly i tortured everyone who happened to be within a twenty-foot vicinity of me...in fact, if you couldn't sleep that night because of some high-pitched wailing keeping you up off in the distance, i apologize.
i didn't get the job with the conference bureau, which is a huge bummer, but at least i won't be living in a dorm this summer. although it would have been nice to not have to worry about paying rent. i think i'll probably end up subletting elisa's place unless i absolutely hate what i see this weekend when i go to look at the place.
if i can get lots of work done on friday and saturday, i think sunday will be fun. i'm going with sam, clare and max to see jill play the witch in her school's production of "into the woods." assumption college is an hour away but i know it'll be worth the drive.
stuff i need to accomplish by tonight:
--my second media law paper
--studying for my media law quiz
stuff i need to accomplish by monday night:
--revision of my short story
--most of my symmetry project
--my last (thank god) sociology paper
ugh. this week is gonna suck, but at least by this time next week i'll only have one paper, one test and one take-home final to worry about. :)
i can't really think of anything that makes me particularly happy at the moment...i can think of lots of things that make me sad, though. like the fact that i'm gaining weight. or the fact that i'll be up for probably the next six hours. or the fact that i'm always tired. or the fact that i didn't get the job i wanted. or that i can't sing. ahhhhhh goddammit.
not like i'm one to talk about being off-key. i went to max's house last night for the first meeting of the songwriter's group (which consists of max, nate, jeff, a new girl named katie and moi) and sang a song that i wrote about my dad in 25 minutes on sunday night. except it was terrible. it sounded pretty okay in my dorm room when i was practicing it (all three times), i guess because my room is only 6x9 so my small, wavering voice was able to kind of fill it up. but it sounded awful in max's room, which is about three times the size of mine. i really, really wish more than anything in the entire world that i had been born with a good voice because no matter how much i practice, i only sound good when i'm in the shower. maybe that just means that i need to start doing more gigs in showers.
...or maybe i just need to never write a song that requires me to sing in my head voice again.
i don't remember very much of the party i went to saturday night but apparently i did kareoke and sang "hit me with your best shot" by pat benetar. i don't even want to know how badly i tortured everyone who happened to be within a twenty-foot vicinity of me...in fact, if you couldn't sleep that night because of some high-pitched wailing keeping you up off in the distance, i apologize.
i didn't get the job with the conference bureau, which is a huge bummer, but at least i won't be living in a dorm this summer. although it would have been nice to not have to worry about paying rent. i think i'll probably end up subletting elisa's place unless i absolutely hate what i see this weekend when i go to look at the place.
if i can get lots of work done on friday and saturday, i think sunday will be fun. i'm going with sam, clare and max to see jill play the witch in her school's production of "into the woods." assumption college is an hour away but i know it'll be worth the drive.
stuff i need to accomplish by tonight:
--my second media law paper
--studying for my media law quiz
stuff i need to accomplish by monday night:
--revision of my short story
--most of my symmetry project
--my last (thank god) sociology paper
ugh. this week is gonna suck, but at least by this time next week i'll only have one paper, one test and one take-home final to worry about. :)
i can't really think of anything that makes me particularly happy at the moment...i can think of lots of things that make me sad, though. like the fact that i'm gaining weight. or the fact that i'll be up for probably the next six hours. or the fact that i'm always tired. or the fact that i didn't get the job i wanted. or that i can't sing. ahhhhhh goddammit.