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Thursday, December 28, 2006

Plans and Provisions

I'm working sixteen hours a day on the house and not answering my phone or e-mails. It's therapeutic in some ways, and maddening in others. Spending so much time and energy on the house is going a long way but also making me long to get away, so I have been making plans - or daydreaming, depending on which way you look at it.

Once I finish my degree, and before I go to grad school, Matt and I are going to do that cross-country driving holiday we've been dreaming of since we first met. We'll sell the house. Hopefully, with all the work we're putting in, we'll make a decent profit. We'll then take some of that money and trade in Matt's car for a Honda Element.



See, it looks like an SUV, but its fuel efficiency is 21/27 mpg. My two-door Hyundai Accent hatchback is only three miles per gallon better. And it's big enough inside that we can sleep in it when necessary. And it's relatively cheap - new ones are $18,900, but there are many available secondhand. Yeah, it's ugly as shit, but I am liking it more and more as the Matt & Mel American Odyssey Mobile (except it's an Element, not an Odyssey).

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Merry Christma-- I mean yeah! Go me!

I got so caught up with working on the house and hanging out in Philly for three days that I forgot to check my grades.

4.0 BITCHES!!! YEEEAAAHHHHH!!!

This only means that I will be sorely disappointed when I eventually get a B in something, but at least I have a good start. Also, the hair dye job evidently worked.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Sunday, December 17, 2006

I am on break, and it is glorious. What's more, I'm reasonably pleased with my finals, although I won't get my final grades until the 21st.

Things to do this winter break:
  • Continue where I left off on that small business thing I was blathering on about a couple months ago but failed to get off the ground before I became too busy, surprise surprise.

  • Record my set of "Variations on a theme by Trent Reznor," a ridiculous late-romantic-ish treatment of "The Frail" for cello and piano. It went over pretty well at my theory class's final performance, particularly the fugue variation, which is extra-ridiculous.

  • Work on the house. I've already started - there's only one more wall to drywall in the kitchen (the uber-tall wall, now that the ceiling is vaulted), and in a few hours, I should finally have the second glass block window in the bathroom constructed.

  • Practice the cello some.

  • Create/memorize dozens of Sibelius keyboard shortcuts. God, I want this so badly.

  • Masturbate and torture small animals.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

ARRRRRRGH FINALS ARRRRRRGH

IT IS FINALS WEEK
I THOUGHT I WOULDN'T BE TOO STRESSED BUT I AM
ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHH MOTHERFUCKER OH GOD JURIES OH GOD
I DYED MY HAIR WHITE WELL IT'S NOT QUITE WHITE MORE LIKE VERY PALE YELLOW WITH WHITE BITS AND ORANGE STREAKS AND THE BANGS ARE STILL BLACK
I AM HOPEFUL THAT IT WILL DISTRACT THE JURY SO THEY DON'T NOTICE MY PLAYING
SORRY ABOUT THE ALL CAPS BUT IT IS THE BEST REPRESENTATION OF MY CURRENT STATE OF MIND
I HAD SOMETHING ELSE TO SAY BUT I FORGET WHAT IT IS
PROBABLY FOR THE BEST

Monday, December 04, 2006

SLOW DOWN

SLOOOOOWWWW DOWWWWWWWN for god's sake, world, slow down! I'm trying to live three lives here! Give a girl a break!

I'm still behind in schoolwork, but I managed to hand in a rough draft of my final composition and an extra credit analysis assignment for music theory class. On Friday, I put up drywall single-handedly on one wall of the kitchen. This is not as easy as it might seem - sheets of drywall fell on my head twice, and I also managed to fall off a chair and scrape my wrist. On Saturday I had to go to the BCIS (new name for the INS for those not in the know) in Philly and have my fingerprints and photo taken to support my application for a non-conditional Green Card.

I don't understand why every time I submit an application to the BCIS, they take my fingerprints. I guess it's because they collect $70 in addition to the application fees each time. This visit was particularly hilarious because of the person who took my biometrics, whom I estimate to have some sort of social disorder. He mostly spoke in words, not sentences, beginning with when he called me from the waiting area.

"Red. Seven. Seven. Red."

He spoke softly and monotonously. When he walked, his arms didn't move but hung rigid from his hunched shoulders. I followed him to a cubicle.

"Sit."

I sat down while he typed into a computer.

"Stand."

I stood up. He motioned for me to step closer. Instead of asking me to place my finger on the biometric reader, he picked up my hand and did it for me.

"Sit."

I returned to the chair. He pointed at the camera lens, and my eyes followed his finger. Click.

"(Mumble mumble) picture?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Do you want to see your picture." It wasn't really a question.

"Uh ... sure." I dutifully stood up again and looked at my headshot on the screen. He looked at me a little expectantly. "Uh ... it's fine ..?"

"Was everything all right with your visit today?" This was the longest string of words he had yet spoken, but his tone didn't change.

"Um ... yes ... thank you."

"Here's a card to fill out. Drop it in the box."

The card was a "How are we doing?" survey with a couple of questions, including "Was the service you received courteous?" I guess it was courteous. I mean, he wasn't rude. Just ... really weird. A little like obedience school. Matt thought maybe he was just one of those reluctant employees who don't want to be at work on a Saturday, but I think it was more than that.

Afterwards, we went to the Mutter Museum, which was delicious, and put us in the mood for Peking duck in Chinatown. If I'm ever on death row, the last meal I want to eat is Peking duck.

Speaking of delicious, it should be noted for future bragging rights that I am officially married to a male model. When girls model, they look like they're on coke; when guys model they just pretend to be drunk. This is the true meaning of gender roles in our society.

  • Take the CIA personality test. I am a daring thrill-seeker.

  • "Downtown" in Suburbia.We have something approaching this just down the road in Exton, though without the performance spaces and skating rinks. (Interesting sidenote - Westfield is actually an Australian company! When I saw Westfield over here, I just assumed it was a US company that had spread to Australia decades ago.)

  • Dark Crystal sequel!