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10.22.00 - 12:49:13

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so today i'm sitting in hirsch, sightreading sibelius and observing the room during interminable stretches of rest (i think the conductor that chose the pieces for this concert is a wind player, 'cause yo, this stuff is totally windcentric...and i play strings, in case you were confused). the ceiling in the rehearsal hall is probably 50 ft. high. i'm not that great at estimating distances or heights, but enough of it was marked off for me in foot-high cinder block outlines that i think this is a decent approximation. anyway. so there's all these acoustic panels hung from the ceiling and stuff, so it sorta looks like a gigantic grid. and off in the very corner, i see these two balloon in the shape of silver stars with a couple of black and white ones tied to them. then i look around the room at everyone who's playing or staring at their music or their shoes or the shoes of the person next to them. the couple diligent musicians staring at david's baton. the few staring blankly into space. i wonder if i was the only one in that room of fifty people who was aware of those balloons, hiding like a secret where the walls and ceiling meet.

yesterday i apologized for the entry being late. today i realized that my lateness affected all of those dedicated readers that visit my webpage between like, 2 and 9. i'm such a dork.

the reason i go through gum so quickly is because i love the way a new piece of gum feels. the stiffness, the way it offers just the right amount of resistance at first chew. and then the way your saliva dissolves the sugars, making the gum malleable and submissive. but see, that only lasts so long. and we're talking a span of minutes here. maybe an hour if i feel like exerting some willpower. and then i have this need for a new piece.

everything on my desk is at right angles to something. i can't speak to people who walk on my left side. sometimes i feel compelled to clean when it's really late at night (or early in the morning). i can only start activities on the hour or the half-hour. i am convinced that i will be involved in a drive-by shooting, even on the inner loop at rice. i check under my car every time i approach it because i am sure that the day i don't, someone under my car will slit my achilles tendon. i need a new piece of gum.

chris isaak's songs are always sad. even if they *sound* happy. don't be fooled. it's really a sad song.

i have been told that i'm "quirky."

i have also been told that i'm "crazy."

go figure.

this woman at the training came up to me today and said, "excuse me, i just wanted to tell you that i love your hair. you just have the prettiest hair." so i say thank you, but like, she's wrong. or at least today she was wrong. my hair looked terrible. i showered last night and slept on it wet and did absolutely nothing to it this morning. angie even agreed that my hair was looking pretty bad. i wonder what that woman was thinking?

we watched 'todo sobre mi madre' tonight. what a great film. if you haven't seen it already, you should check it out. but be prepared for tranvestites and hookers, because otherwise you'll be all surprised and spend your two hours getting unsurprised, and by then you'll have missed the message. and it's a good one. i especially enjoyed agrado's speech after they have to cancel the show at the theater.

so you know what amused me the other day? i'm reading riothero the other day and he's talking about the elections and politics and such and links to one of his friends' sites. where i read something like, "if i had a vote, it would go to ralph nader," at which point i realized that none of them can vote. like, i KNOW that he's only 16, but i forget that all the time. and his blog is pretty entertaining. and then you read "i'm going in for my driving test today -- wish me luck!" oh, you just have to laugh. well, i guess you don't. but i do.

so the other day at work, one of the guys came in to the office because some chick was coming in for a meeting and he couldn't remember her face and was hoping one of the women who work with me could help him out. and they all talk for a while, and then he's like, oh! i know who she is! nice girl, stringy blond hair? and i was just like, dude, that just sounds so negative. and then i thought about how you would never hear someone describing you to someone else in front of you. at least not under most circumstances. and then i started wondering how people describe me.

listening to the pretenders. chrissie hynde is so cool.

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