manhattan school of magic
i can't believe that there are only 4 weeks or something left for this school year. things have been overall good recently, or i temporarily have a better attitude. i sign a lease on an apartment on saturday!! my first official own place to live, and in new york city. i think i'm really going to like living with kyle, marit, and alyson. it's going to be exactly like everybody loves raymond, all the time.
kyle played in this percussion concert last week, and there was this work written for 3 djembes. and it made me think of stew and i calling them jimbays? or something about jimbays. i never knew that timpani was a plural form. a singular one is called a timpano, and i think that sounds ridiculous.
i went to my friend jill's house in boston last weekend and spent easter with jews, the food was very good. i never knew how jewish she really was. she calls her grandmother 'bubby'. boston and chicago are so much better than new york, to me. they both have their distinctive identities, whereas the whole point of new york is that it has a whole jumble of identities, and considering how very racist i am, it's entirely overwhelming. gosh, i really don't have anything deep to say ever. if you want something deep you should probably read sarah's livejournal.
i think i put everything better in notes, which makes it retarded that i could have been working on this composition for this upcoming recital instead of doing this shit. i'm truly about to give up on writing music, altogether. i reeeeeally want some macaroni and cheese.
oh! and i almost forgot the point of this stupid long thing, and that is that i got to meet SIMON PEGG AND NICK FROST and Hot Fuzz was sooooooo funny and very loud. they did this fantastic talkback after the movie, which was supposed to be facilitated by this guy from the sponsor company of the screening, but instead out comes kevin smith? jon and i were on the second row and it was phenomenally fun, i took lots of terrible quality pictures/videos on my little phone camera, and got autographs, i'll put them up later. a while after things were over jon and i walked out and nick frost was standing behind the theatre having a cigarette by himself, and so we went over and talked to him and i acted really obnoxious and asked him 'whats your perfect sunday?' because i'm retarded. he said a wake and bake, then cook a roast, then a few pints, a dvd, and then back to bed.
my apartment broker is named pablo, and so whenever i call him i have to say 'hey pablo' and that makes me think of the ridiculous hey pablo band.
kyle played in this percussion concert last week, and there was this work written for 3 djembes. and it made me think of stew and i calling them jimbays? or something about jimbays. i never knew that timpani was a plural form. a singular one is called a timpano, and i think that sounds ridiculous.
i went to my friend jill's house in boston last weekend and spent easter with jews, the food was very good. i never knew how jewish she really was. she calls her grandmother 'bubby'. boston and chicago are so much better than new york, to me. they both have their distinctive identities, whereas the whole point of new york is that it has a whole jumble of identities, and considering how very racist i am, it's entirely overwhelming. gosh, i really don't have anything deep to say ever. if you want something deep you should probably read sarah's livejournal.
i think i put everything better in notes, which makes it retarded that i could have been working on this composition for this upcoming recital instead of doing this shit. i'm truly about to give up on writing music, altogether. i reeeeeally want some macaroni and cheese.
oh! and i almost forgot the point of this stupid long thing, and that is that i got to meet SIMON PEGG AND NICK FROST and Hot Fuzz was sooooooo funny and very loud. they did this fantastic talkback after the movie, which was supposed to be facilitated by this guy from the sponsor company of the screening, but instead out comes kevin smith? jon and i were on the second row and it was phenomenally fun, i took lots of terrible quality pictures/videos on my little phone camera, and got autographs, i'll put them up later. a while after things were over jon and i walked out and nick frost was standing behind the theatre having a cigarette by himself, and so we went over and talked to him and i acted really obnoxious and asked him 'whats your perfect sunday?' because i'm retarded. he said a wake and bake, then cook a roast, then a few pints, a dvd, and then back to bed.
my apartment broker is named pablo, and so whenever i call him i have to say 'hey pablo' and that makes me think of the ridiculous hey pablo band.