Saturday, December 6, 2008

Dear Diary,

So today is concert numero dos, wish me luck.

Here is some silliness for you:

Finish It

My ex is still: an artist
Im listening to: the hum of my laptop
Maybe i should: sleep
I love: you. You love me. We're a happy family...
My bestfriends: wedding?
I dont understand: your mom.
I lost respect for: your face.
The meaning of my screename is: veiled under a thick layer of snow
Love is: dead, love is gone, love don't live here anymore.
Somewhere someone is: dying.
I will always: love you....and I will always love youuuuuu.
Forever seems like: only yesterday.
I never ever want to lose: my left leg.
Your mobile phone is: purple. *squee*
When i wake up im the morning: im? Did you mean 'in'???
I get annoyed at: whining
Parties are: food!
My pet: peeve?
Kisses are: *sigh*
Today I: teach too many lessons.
I really want: to be on the other side of the world again.
I live: and then I'll die.
I work: like a crazy.
I think: like a crazy.
I smell: like a crazy.
I listen: like a crazy.
I see: like a crazy. I AM a crazy! Weeeeeeeeeeee.
I sing: my friggin lil heart out.
I can: because I think?
I daydream: all the time.
I fall: for gravity.
I want: this cough to go bye bye bye.
I cry: when I'm sad.
I love: you?
I sometimes: paint my emotions in the dark.
I fear: no one!
I hope: summer comes quick.
I eat: food!
I drink: food?
I miss: you.
I forgive: after a while.
I drive: like a girl.
I dream: in technicolor.
I kiss: with all my soul.
I hug: when I mean it.
I have: a pickle!
I remember: when gas was 76 cents
I don't: think I'll see it do that again.
I believe: in you.
I know: today will be a long day.
I hate: running around.

And now, my dutiful annoyance is complete.


Friday, December 5, 2008

Dear Diary,

This man is now my hero:

~yeah yeah yeah

Thursday, December 4, 2008

Dear Diary,

Amendment to previous post. Apparently I'm not going to bed. Apparently I'm going to try to sleep, not be able to breathe, then sit up and start crying my freaking eyeballs out. Because I'm just cool like that. Now I get to go to work tomorrow all jacked up from lack of sleep again AND I get to sport the double trendy rings under the eyes with puffy eyelids ensemble. Magnificent.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I still can't sleep.

I will probably be back. I know it must be terribly annoying, but you love me anyway. You know why? Because you don't have a choice. Because you're inanimate. So I'll superimpose whatever feelings I want you to feel, because it's my mad crazy personification skillz [that's right, with a z] at work. At work? I don't want to go to work tomorrow. Ughhh....


Dear Diary,

  • concert's over
  • i sound like a squeak toy
  • a male squeak toy
  • i think i have bronchitis again
  • my head's about to asplode
  • because you wanted to know
  • and yes, i know the word is actually explode but i felt like being cute
  • ok, ok, ignorance is not cute
  • the kids did great. well most of them.
  • you know what? i'm going to bed


Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Dear Diary,

Today's not a really intellectual day for me, so I decided to take some more silly quizzes. Why? Because they'll help you get to know me better. And I know you're just dying for more.

So where should we begin? How about with my blogging personality?

Your Blogging Type is Artistic and Passionate

You see your blog as the ultimate personal expression - and work hard to make it great.

One moment you may be working on a new dramatic design for your blog...

And the next, you're passionately writing about your pet causes.

Your blog is very important - and you're careful about who you share it with.

Loverly. It pretty much hits the nail on the head [most days] don't you think? Well, in honor of my dear little Frosty Puppies, here is what life would be like if I were a puppy:

You Are a Beagle Puppy

Cheerful, energetic, and happy go lucky.

And your sense of smell is absolutely amazing!

My sense of smell, eh? Hmm. Well what if I were a cute widdle kitty cat???

You Are a Ragdoll Cat

You are extremely cute and cuddly. You are downright adorable.

Your personality matches your exterior. You are very laid back and sweet.

You don't really like the outdoors. You prefer to stay inside where it's cozy.

Luckily, you are the perfect houseguest. You are polite and obedient.

Hehehe. That just about creams it, too. Now, how about some music?

You Should Play the Piano

You are a true music aficionado who loves many musical style and eras.

You find music to be an escape. And you'd like to be relaxed and comfortable when you're making it.

You're very innovative, and you have a unique way of knowing what may sound beautiful.

There's a strong possibility that you could compose some of your own work songs quite easily.

While you have a lot of creative energy, you are also serious and conscientious.

Your musical talent needs time, practice, and lots of privacy to flourish.

Your dominant personality characteristic: your painstaking attention to detail

Your secondary personality characteristic: your natural tendency to be whimsical

Well, that's most fortunate. I have a degree in piano performance and musical composition. Phew! I'm so glad I chose the proper instrument. I'd hate to have found out after all these years that I really should have majored in the accordion. Or cowbell.

Your Taste in Music:

Adult Alternative: Highest Influence

Classic Rock: Highest Influence

Pop: Highest Influence

Alternative Rock: Highest Influence

Nineties: Highest Influence

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Have I mentioned that I love music?????

What Your Taste in Music Says About You

Your musical tastes are reflective and complex.

You are intellectual to the point of being cerebral.

You are very open to new experiences, and even more open to new ideas and theories.

Wisdom and personal accomplishment are important to you.

You are naturally sophisticated. You are drawn to art, especially art by independent artists.

You are likely to be financially well off... and not because you were born that way.

Financially well off? Ha. Since I'm a musician, which would file me under 'starving artist', and a teacher... that part of the description is ever so slightly wonky. Everything else is spot on, though.

You Are Amy Lee!

Gothy, expressive, woman-in-pain

Who looks quite good in a corset

"When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears

When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears"

Sweet! What higher compliment could I possibly be paid? Well, this was the most fruitful batch of unproductivity I've ever undertaken. So that's all for now.

~Amy Rocker Chick Lee

I'm throwing this one in here cuz I was tired of staring at it.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Dear Diary,

The random quote of the day is: "I'm looking at you like a llama!"

Kids are weird. Have I mentioned that? Heh, I guess I don't have much room to talk...

The concert is still doomed. I'm not looking forward to Thursday at all.

I haven't posted a poem on here in a while. I might do that. It will probably be very crappy. Let's see...


Monday, December 1, 2008

Dear Diary,

Yeah, I'm back. No, nothing particularly interesting happened to me in the spaces in between. I just wanted the company. And it's warmer near my computer.

Well, wait. I did have an interesting conversation with myself earlier. It went somewhere along the lines of:

...oh wait. I need to find something to wear tomorrow.

*puts on long navy blue pants and red short sleeved shirt with double layer of buttons*, these buttons are really annoying. This would be perfect for tomorrow. IF IT WEREN'T SO FREAKING COLD.
*pause* But maybe I could wear a nice warm jacket over it.

*pulls out several jackets and tries each one on in turn*

that would be perfect! if these weren't NAVY BLUE pants....THAT would be PERFECT! if these weren't NAVY BLUE pants.


i could wear my khaki pants. but i haven't washed them yet. ick. NO. the navy blue pants. ugh...


well, maybe i could wear a jacket when i'm OUTSIDE and it won't matter if it clashes because when i'm inside i can just take it off.

*takes off current jacket*

...which would be perfect if my arms weren't giant caterpillars! to think some people complain about being too top heavy. at least they're NORMAL top heavy. But no, not me. when i say i've got too much on the top, it isn't where every other females' is... it's in my upper arms. my ancestors must've been some burly conquistador muscle men, cuz let me tell you what, i'm built for some major biceps. that would be great if i were a professional olympic weightlifter like Cheryl Hayworth or something. but i'm not. ugh. NO.

*continues searching through jackets, finally finds a cream jacket that matches the pants*

i LOVE it. but it looks so ick with the red shirt. maybe if i find a blue one without a collar...

*follows own orders then gazes at self in mirror*

PERFECT! that is so me! like, who are you messin' with now, eh? you wanna start somethin' with me? i don't think so!

*throws some fake punches then struts out of the room*

And that, Diary, is probably why you are my closest friend. Hehehe. I don't know what's scarier, the fact that I remembered that in such vivid detail, or the fact that earlier today one of my students was telling me an analogy I had given her a couple of weeks ago that I had absolutely no recollection of uttering at all:

Kid: "You said that our trio was like a cake. You said the bass was a plate, the melody was the cake, and the treble part was like the icing."

Me: "I said that?"

Kid: "Yeah."

Me: "Wow, this is scary. I don't remember saying that at all. I mean... it sounds like something I'd say."

Kid: "Because you did."

Me:"Well, it makes sense! Because the bass supports everything, the melody is the meat...or, err... cake, and the treble part is floating on top like the icing..."

Kid: "Hehehe, yeah, it DOES make sense. But you really said it."

Me: "Hahaha. Wow."

So.... story time over?

~I am my own anti-drug

Dear Diary,

Today was a tough day, mainly because I didn't get nearly enough sleep last night. I couldn't sleep because I had so many questions floating in my head. Like, what if I have it and don't even know it? What if I've had it for a while, and ended up passing it to someone that I loved, to? What if, right now, we're both ticking time bombs waiting to die- and it's all my fault? I had horrible nightmares, and then I just had to get up and stare into cyber space for a few hours.

Eventually, I came to the point where I remembered that we're ALL ticking time bombs and we all will die eventually, anyway. The point isn't really so much when we die, but what we choose to do with our lives while we still can.

Human beings love to point the finger, and they love to blame. The simple truth of the matter is that we are all capable of any sin at any given time if put under the wrong kind of circumstances as psychology proved with the Milgram Obedience experiment. No one, no matter how horrible they are or what stupid things they have done, deserves AIDs.

I just needed to get that off my chest.

The kids rehearsed today again for the Thursday night concert. And they sucked. What else is new?

Oh, yeah. I earned a grant to get more compositional software installed at the school. Sweet!

~adia I do believe i failed you...

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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Dear Diary,

Interesting turn of events. He called her. She called me. He wanted to go out to eat with her. She wanted me to come along, and he said yes.

Then along came rehearsal.

The choreographed sections were spot on, the singing was rather awful. It made me want to stop my ears and cry. I came home and saw that she had called me again. He had called her already to say he didn't feel like going. I actually called her to say the same.

Result? Manipulative plan to evade him still stands solid. Ten points for me.

Now it's time to continue pretending that tomorrow isn't Monday...

~paalam po