Отмечали вчера День Рождения Лизы.
Фраза вечера (подаётся шёпотом на ухо подруге, в качестве сервировки лучше всего использовать широкую улыбку и взгляд, сосредоточенный на собственном маникюре):
"Если уж ты надела шпильки, то иди на них гордо. Нечего корчить из себя инцефалитного кузнечика."
У Бори, кстати, новая девушка.

I took today off of school/work. Not a personal day, a legitimate sick day; I woke up with a cold. It was my second, & last, sick day. (side question: shouldn't a high school have an answering machine or voice mail for people calling in the mornings?)
I have 9 school days left, including 1 new lesson left to teach 3 times. There are 0 Saturday classes left (victory is mine on that front!). My hotel room in Mexico, MO, is booked for the 3 nights I have to go past when the dorms close.
I am tired as all heck. I'm also getting really freaking sick of writing the stupid reflective journal I have to do for every day of this internship. Everyday I look forward even more for the Year of the Hawk.

All of my creative ideas slip away at this point, usually the instant I take action to write them down. For example, I've been planning a GOOD post--not just this useless, self-important drek--for a couple weeks now, & I can't think of what it was anymore. There's a poetry slam this week; I've had a cool idea for a poem, but I've forgotten it, so I'll pretty much just be bringing some old stuff (meh, it's not like I'll be in round 2 anyway).
It's also been very annoying dealing with a swarm of trolls lately. Not online trolls...well, they are online trolls, too, but some of this year's freshman loungerats feel the need to stay in their 4chan personas ALL THE STINKING TIME. Guys, it gets old.

One of my newest friends is rapidly becoming one of my favorite people. I also very nearly went 0 for 5, but I found out she has a boyfriend before having a chance to make a dolt of myself, so that's one friendship left unscathed. :)
...Still, dang it. ;)

Um, anyway, despite the fatigue, this semester I have finished a few songs, & got through my radio show (which you should have listened to by clicking here, & which will be back in January), so that's cool. And anyone interested in getting on the mailing list for my Annual Entertainment Report just needs to say the word & send me their email address. (Currently on the list: Zecharias, Toby, John, Pigeon-duck, Thesupercool, Mankus, Neenz, Kerro, Mom, Sam, Kay, Shannon, Souders, Hayfever, Ceej) It might be a couple days later than usual this year, since I haven't...actually...started...yet...

Tuesday 12/8
Time: 30:00
Distance: 4.11 mi
Avg Speed: 8.22 mph
Avg Mile Time: 7 min 18 sec

very close to being done fall quarter. spent the last five or so hours studying up on linguistics, feeling confident although there are some things i just cannot ingrain in my head.. if i haven't memorized the natural phonetic classes and cause/effects of the great vowel shift by now, i'm never going to. not for a lack of effort, just brain space. the final is tomorrow and really technically i can not take it at all and still pass the class. wish that was an actual option, lol. then astronomy the next day (for real "fuck i never actually learned this shit"), then two days to pal around town, then off to pa adventure on saturday. must get new headphones before then.. a pair of high-quality ones came into my life at a moment of most dire need, and then i went and broke the damn things not even a year later. bad experiences with attacking headphones in fits of bitchery, and with having the universe inflict its own wrath upon them.. currently duct tape is my savior, but even that seemingly fool-proof solution is only temporary. thus the time to move on has come. not going to sit through five hours of airtime with a jacked-up listening device, especially when it's my almost sole source of entertainment. woot for staring into the first season of weeds yet again, lol.. really should get a movie or something on the ipod shits.. weeds has worked nicely for the past four years, though: i count out the number of episodes that will fit into the duration of the flight (there's excess to fall back on if need be) and get on watching, as a means of total distraction. they almost never get tiring. (but don't speak too soon!)

i got a roommate on thursday. she facebook-messaged me on wednesday begging for relief from a shitty situation and appeared for sweet salvation the very next day.. i have seen her twice thus far. hear her a lot, though. totally different times of living, yin/yang of sleep versus awake.. she's getting ready for work when i'm going to bed. still at 6-7am. still sitting in bed with chris passing the bong back and forth watching the first season of heroes. possible fag points for getting into it, and being somewhat excited about the new episode tonight, but.. whatevers. tis good times. she seems pleasant enough, a freshman at the community college who likes to cook and taunts me with her brownie mixes left in the open and homemade ice cream grinning in the freezer. balls! always hungry, but actually eating, finally.. abolishing level after level of hunger debt. dough co. out the ass. $11 for a basically rib-sticking meal, every day.. the calzones aren't that great (oregon thus far has fucking sucked in the food department.. i never knew so many staple-dishes could be so ruined lol) but i worship them when i have them, and the salads are pretty bangers despite their skimping on anything not lettuce, and the cookies have ensured their place in my file of foods to crave more often than not.. oh god must stop speaking of. i haven't eaten all day. and really should get around to it. overall their appeal is delivery until 3am, shortly before which is my now-standard dinnertime.. and only moment of real eating throughout the day. what have we gotten ourselves into?? alarm, sunny, alarm, cuddle, alarm, cuddle, alarm, cuddle and still sunny, alarm, linger awake because chris won't stop moving around, sun is almost gone, alarm, sun is gone.

while roommate was moving in i was wondering how everything came off to her. i'm so used to dealing with people that are so far past introductions that they understand all of what goes on, living situation-wise, that i had no idea what impression she got. just out of sheer curiosity. so weird living with strangers.. no longer a complete loser. she hasn't had problems with anything (yet?), though i've only cleared one (important) thing with her thus far. but yeah. kinda dirty/scruffy (i am not to be trusted with nice things), empty fridge (fridge products beyond condiments and staples are not sound financial investments, i've learned), freezer of bullshit, cabinets of odds/ends without much personal flair.. my parents insist on cheap and white for everything, dishware bathmats etc. idk. don't remember what exactly i was thinking then and it's not that fun to discuss now anyway. living with people is interesting nonetheless. yep. learning whose family puts peanut butter in the fridge after opening or not, establishing my own personal ways of dealing with such things.. learning how to shop best.

what else?? oh. it's fun to interact with others again. i want it now. mentality shifted at last and i'm sorta-kinda delivered to peace. can handle things again.. again don't know what i was thinking "back then". it's a moment-to-moment ordeal and i've established some good shit while conscious of bettering, blah blah. or just simply being. went to a party (more of a gathering) on friday or saturday night and watched four people take molly (something like pure mdma, ecstacy nix most of the badness) and strip to skivvies and stroke each other and rave about the feeling-ness of 311's music.. yes, these things really happen. someone even went around filming it on their phone.. very classique. those who weren't as influenced, whether for my/boyfriend's sake or just cause, entertained on the (literally) freezing porch and hoped we weren't too freaked out.. but please, i don't mind the "x-rated cuddle bubble" at all. if i were single i would've jumped in (one other girl with three guys).. but hence. observations from the outside only. don't think i would waste $20 on the stuff, plus mdma has been a personal no-no, plus i'd want to DO IT on it and would probably end up DOING IT on it and would screw up pleasure sensors forever. it's a legitimate phenomenon.

the other girl is there oftenish (judging from times i'm over, which are not infrequent) and supposedly bisecksual. she's never shown interest, though, lol. a drunk chick over there on thursday night who got it on with one of chris's roommates called me very very cute.. and was meaning it in a flirty way, i later found out. lately there have been days of semi-radiant beauty.. good to know i still got it.

guess that would be all. much left to do in general.

В прошлое воскресенье поехала в костёл (а, как же ,1е воскресенье Адвента, ага), опоздала сидела в последнем ряду, спиной к двери, пропускавшей всё новых и новых добропорядочных, но не пунктуальных московских католиков, в итоге, меня продуло и я вот уже почти неделю маюсь с насморком и горлом. Температуры нет, видно наверху учли обстоятельства при которых я запростудилась.
Это я к чему. Сегодня Следик, в ответ на моё нытьё про заложенный нос, прислал замечательное глубокое стихотворение Давида Самойлова, называется "Из детства":
Я -- маленький, горло в ангине.
За окнами падает снег.
И папа поет мне: "Как ныне
Сбирается вещий Олег..."

Я слушаю песню и плачу,
Рыданье в подушке душу,
И слезы постыдные прячу,
И дальше, и дальше прошу.
.
Осеннею мухой квартира
Дремотно жужжит за стеной.
И плачу над бренностью мира
Я, маленький, глупый, больной.

Thursday 12/3
Time: 30:00
Distance: 4.10 mi
Avg Speed: 8.20 mph
Avg Mile Time: 7 min 19 sec

Alright, well I'll start with putting down my running stuff from today.

Tuesday 12/1
Time: 30:00
Distance: 4.09 mi
Avg Speed: 8.18 mph
Avg Mile Time: 7 min 20 sec

Okay, anyway, what is there to say? Bluecoats Ohio audition camp was this past weekend, and it was just absolutely phenomenal. It was weird a little bit for me going into it, because it was never really a corps I thought about before. I've always been so focused on SCV and only SCV. I think this was good for me though, I felt like I was finding something new, something more for me. I really had a great time, and loved every second of playing that euphonium. It was no question the best audition experience I've ever had. Now I have never been the most confident in my abilities or anything, but something here just made me feel good about myself, and I didn't have trouble showing them what I was capable of. So I'll be going back to the December camp in Texas in two weeks, with high hopes that I have found my niche. Until then I have a lot of hard work and more preparation ahead of me.

В 2 часа ночи пели в караоке и орали: "привет соседям!", а в 3 часа ночи врубили музыку, танцевали до упада в прямом смысле этого слова и выкрикивали: "соседи, это вам, суки, за то, что нас затопили!"
Уважаемые соседи, спасибо, что не вызвали милицию, сегодня будем тусоваться не дома!