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The plague, futons and dreams
Jan. 15th, 2004 11:32 amI am not a sports fan. If I am at the event, I can get into it with the shouting and the screaming and the hoarseness of it all but watching it on television ranks right up there with watching snails mate. Last night proved to be the interesting exception.
This is going to be a disjointed entry, but hang in there, I promise somewhere down the line it will all make sense.
I caught another cold. Perhaps it's the same one I caught right after finals week last year that has decided to flare up again but nevertheless I'm stuffy. I didn't sleep well Tuesday night and I woke up sleepy and snorking Wednesday. I didn't take any of Mom's Humabid (phlegm liquifier... mmmmm....) because I as supposed to sing for Adam and Humabid dries my mouth out. I went to my Creative Writing class, ran into Beth and talked with her until HER voice lesson then I went in for mine. Adam has never seen Beth and I in the same room. She buried my head in her cleavage and I told her I was going to fall asleep and probably drool. Adam tilted his head back and prayed for it to be over.
My voice lesson was scary. My passagio (I think I spelled that right) is all over the board. My head voice sounded better than my chest voice and I couldn't get my breathing correct. In the end, Adam gave me some medium-low Italian pieces to work on until we could figure out my range. Beth was waiting outside for me.
The walk back to my car was livened by the discovery of SHIT MUD. Not paying any attention to the melt and how wet it has been, Stephanie blithely led herself and Beth through a mud patch. We then spent at least 10 minutes using sticks, grass and rocks to clean our shoes. In the end, I stood by Hawley Hall in my socks and beat my shoes against the asphalt while singing the opening strains of 2001 (or Also Sprach Zarathustra for you music geeks). We're going to work that into Bethany and Stephanie: THE MUSICAL! with the Bolshevic Song.
After that, I went to Eckard with Mom and picked up my new course of birth control pills. The psychoses start Sunday! Buy tickets now and watch me freak out until March!
As soon as I got home, I got ready to go to Lawrence to see the KU vs. K-State basketball game. Being the nervous driver that I am and managing to hit ALL the red lights between Leavenworth and Lawrence, I got to James and Lisi's house half an hour later than I planned. Bruce was out running errands when I got there so I sat in the living room and played with one of their cats. I made him drive to his friend's house after we stoped by Chipotle to wrap a small child in a tortilla so he would have dinner.
Mike and Marti were very, very nice. I wish I had been feeling up to snuff instead of feeling like pleck. Mike was playing with his TiVo so breaks were taken without missing any of the cheerleaders. As per usual, KU thoroughly stomped K-State.
I ended up staying at James and Lisi's last night and had a weird dream about Disney Pooh running along railroad tracks with a ripped sawdust- filled horse, Spanish- speaking cows that threw snowballs and looking for a dark- haired blue- eyed boy who turned out to be my son. Last time I stayed there, I dreamed about being an altar server who was set out of Mass because I was handed the wrong Mass book and the priest spilled his glass of milk on me. *shakes head* I don't ask. Dad wasn't thrilled when I called him to tell him I was too tired to drive but he didn't get mad when I got home at 8:30 this morning. The only thing I'm complaining about is that my back wasn't made to sleep on futons. My hips are bothering me because of this. YAY for bad hips!
See, it all tied in. I told you it would make sense.
This is going to be a disjointed entry, but hang in there, I promise somewhere down the line it will all make sense.
I caught another cold. Perhaps it's the same one I caught right after finals week last year that has decided to flare up again but nevertheless I'm stuffy. I didn't sleep well Tuesday night and I woke up sleepy and snorking Wednesday. I didn't take any of Mom's Humabid (phlegm liquifier... mmmmm....) because I as supposed to sing for Adam and Humabid dries my mouth out. I went to my Creative Writing class, ran into Beth and talked with her until HER voice lesson then I went in for mine. Adam has never seen Beth and I in the same room. She buried my head in her cleavage and I told her I was going to fall asleep and probably drool. Adam tilted his head back and prayed for it to be over.
My voice lesson was scary. My passagio (I think I spelled that right) is all over the board. My head voice sounded better than my chest voice and I couldn't get my breathing correct. In the end, Adam gave me some medium-low Italian pieces to work on until we could figure out my range. Beth was waiting outside for me.
The walk back to my car was livened by the discovery of SHIT MUD. Not paying any attention to the melt and how wet it has been, Stephanie blithely led herself and Beth through a mud patch. We then spent at least 10 minutes using sticks, grass and rocks to clean our shoes. In the end, I stood by Hawley Hall in my socks and beat my shoes against the asphalt while singing the opening strains of 2001 (or Also Sprach Zarathustra for you music geeks). We're going to work that into Bethany and Stephanie: THE MUSICAL! with the Bolshevic Song.
After that, I went to Eckard with Mom and picked up my new course of birth control pills. The psychoses start Sunday! Buy tickets now and watch me freak out until March!
As soon as I got home, I got ready to go to Lawrence to see the KU vs. K-State basketball game. Being the nervous driver that I am and managing to hit ALL the red lights between Leavenworth and Lawrence, I got to James and Lisi's house half an hour later than I planned. Bruce was out running errands when I got there so I sat in the living room and played with one of their cats. I made him drive to his friend's house after we stoped by Chipotle to wrap a small child in a tortilla so he would have dinner.
Mike and Marti were very, very nice. I wish I had been feeling up to snuff instead of feeling like pleck. Mike was playing with his TiVo so breaks were taken without missing any of the cheerleaders. As per usual, KU thoroughly stomped K-State.
I ended up staying at James and Lisi's last night and had a weird dream about Disney Pooh running along railroad tracks with a ripped sawdust- filled horse, Spanish- speaking cows that threw snowballs and looking for a dark- haired blue- eyed boy who turned out to be my son. Last time I stayed there, I dreamed about being an altar server who was set out of Mass because I was handed the wrong Mass book and the priest spilled his glass of milk on me. *shakes head* I don't ask. Dad wasn't thrilled when I called him to tell him I was too tired to drive but he didn't get mad when I got home at 8:30 this morning. The only thing I'm complaining about is that my back wasn't made to sleep on futons. My hips are bothering me because of this. YAY for bad hips!
See, it all tied in. I told you it would make sense.
