To-Do: 6/30/09: Here we go again

Did not blog at all yesterday. Not good. I think that means I have to start the habit making over again. Come on, Dominic. Well, to-do for today:

1)Dance with Casey
2)Yardwork
3)Find a way to blog at Paul's

Those are the bigguns today.

Mooooooooo-OOOOOOO

Okay, so writing is not working tonight. But I've gotta try for 20 minutes.

Well, I just found a video showing centaur legs. But these are mechanics geeks, not mythology geeks. THey're not centaur legs if there are only two
Those are Satyr legs.
Either way, they're pretty damn cool.

Well, I guess I should talk about my day. I got my laundry done. No D&D, though that should happen tomorrow. Hope came over to hang before band. That weas fun. Messed around on my accordion. Turns out, one of the patterns I created on my keyboard goes really well with accordion.
And, of course, Eric Whitacre was marvelous. Got some interesting backstory to some of the songs. Example:

One song had been written to a poem by RObert Frost for a funeral. When Whitacre went to get it published, he went to the estate of RObert Frost. THey said no. He said, pretty please? I worked really hard on this! and they said no. So he goes to his friend Tony Silvestri, and says, "I need you to write a poem like Robert Frostm, with the same vowel sounds, and with certain words here and there, but totally different, so I don't get sued." Silvestri did. Thus,m the song SLeep. And, on that note (hehe) I shall go to sleep.

TO-DO: Sunday, 6/28/09, Computer Blackout

Okay, so I did wake up late, so it is past 11, but Dominic is giving me 10 minutes from now, 11:10, to do what I gotta do before turning the computer off. First off, to-do list:

1)Eat before noon
2)Take another crack at laundry
3)Go to D&D if it will finally happen
4)City to see Eric Whitacre
5)Come back online, write review of concert

Okay. Pretty basic. I'm also gonna write it down, so I have a version I can look at throughout the day.

And a new goal: Help out Hopeh with getting to band practice: See if mom will let her hang here for a bit.

I've gone over the ten minutes, so it's time to go. Damned call of nature. :P Have a good day everyone!

Foo-G Boofay

So, Dominic is too unintrusive. I've been talking to him (after a fashion) all day, but some things are not yet clicking. I think I really need to make a home for him. It may be a tad difficult for him to...I dunno.

Yes, I know, it's probably a bit over-obsessive and creepy to start personalizing a psycho-physical manifestation of one's superego, but I'm game for just about anything at the moment.

So yes. I'm getting things done, but not in quite as timely a manner as I would like. Then again, it is only day one. But I mean, I set rather low goals for the day, and only accomplished 1, 4, and 6. I didn't clean (though I successfully sidetracked myself with my moldy accordion), I didn't deposit my check on the way to or from capoeira, which is rather ridiculously trivial to forget, and I forgot about writing until just now.

I've decided, I'm going to start turning off my computer between the hours of 11 and, say, 3, to start out.

Flexibility will be made if I wake up late, but only to use the bookmarks in the folder I've created, which contains gmail, facebook, deviantart, and the likes. It's also high time I re-re-re-uninstalled StumbleUpon, and various other things on my computer I don't need. I kicked my TV addiction a while ago, but now I've grown addicted to the intartoobz.

ONE MORE THING! I need to set myself a bedtime for the week. SInce it is (was) Saturday, and I had massive amounts of sushi, and watched Karate Kid and SNL, Dom's not particularly kicking me for this evening, but it can't be a recurring thing.


On a couple o happier notes, tomorrow (today) should be marvelous. D&D is a possible go, and then I'm going into the city to see a fantastic composer conduct a choir. Both good things. I am sad that I won't be making it to band, but it is for a previous engagement, and of the music sort, no less. Sorry, GD! I wish you all the best at rehearsal, may much be accomplished.

TO-DO: Saturday, 6/27/09, and a tango

So, according to what I told Dominic last night, I will have to start doing entries twice a day. Morning and evening. This is for the to-do list part of the day. Okay, today I must:

1)Eat breakfast before 11
2)Put away new clothes/do laundry
3)clean off desk
4)Lunch between 12 and 1
5)Deposit check <------- These can be done simultaneously
6)Go to capoeira <____/

I think, other than my daily stuff, that's my must-dos for the day.
Though I may have D&D later. I hope so. And hopefully Dmitri will call me to let me know.

Dominic

Exercise:
Voice:
Reading: <---Obsolete
Participation:
Explanation(if above 89):


It's officially summer break, I'm officially a junior, and I officially have another set of expectations for myself. Let's hope I can pull these off.

So after talking to Aladren about externalizing my superego, I think it's time I gave this guy a name. Maybe even a whole character. Hm. Let's see what happens.

Dominic

Okay. His name's Dominic. Apparently, he's about 4 inches tall and transparent, at the moment. Not surprising, really. I've been neglecting him for ages.
Other than that much, he doesn't really have a shape yet. But he is my supervisor. And he will probably change over the summer, as well. Hopefully he'll get a bit taller. But then again, maybe this will work. Once again, let's see what happens.

SO hi, Dominic. I need you to kick me in the balls every day if I don't:

1) Write for at least 20 minutes every day
2) Take care of my personal hygiene
3) Don't clean up after myself
4) Run at least twice a week
5) Do 30 minutes of upper body exercise at least 3 times a week (pushups and situps)

That's the daily/weekly routine. I'll write out a to-do list for the day every day. Actually, that's number six.

6) Write and reference a to-do list daily.

I will make Dominic a house at some point. Or at least give him a place to live. Somewhere I can go and knock if I need him.

My. He's impish. That's the danger of having him be 4 inches tall. I think he may give me nightmares if I don't do the list. Hopefully this will work out.

So yes. A warm welcome to Dominic, may all go well. Good night everyone! And good summer!


Today, my name is <---Also Obsolete. Though I never really did this anyways. :P

Exercise: Backyard wrestling
Voice: COldplay, serenading Casey via Skype :p
Reading: More Amadeus
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89):Radio experiment


Menah menah. School's almost out. I feel spastic. And tired. Not looking forward to finals tomorrow. Joooooyy.


Today, my name is

Painted Vegetables

Exercise: Jogging.
Voice: *facepalm* Bing Bang Digariggadong... Eh. It worked.
Reading: Okay, I got hardcore tonight. 30 pages of Amadeus
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Basically participated in the conversation. Yay.

So, I've never really noticed how ruthlessly optimistic I am. It's odd. I'm an obnoxious bastard, but I'm always confident that things will get better. From what I'm told, this is a bad idea. I dunno. Someone care to chat with me about it.

Today, my name is AH

K331

Exercise: 10 minutes running
Voice: Falsetto practice
Reading: Continuing to dissect Proteus, and beginning to read 2 gentlemen of verona
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Casey and I sorted the books and such-library style! Oh yeah!

Meh. I'm not liking th whole totally boring thing of the last bit of school. I mean, what was the point in being there today, other than to clean the classroom? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I didn't see any. And my music class is dreadfully slow because of three people who still don't grasp half-steps. The girl next to me wants to be a senator. I'm sorry, but if she ever succeeds, I will terrified.

Shall I be forsworn?

Exercise:*sigh* none.
Voice: Range practice. Still low C, though the high E is getting easier.
Reading: I'm gonna memorize this Proteus monologue.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Final. I did okay, I think. We'll find out, won't we?

Could I PLEASE pretty please have a local friend to hang out with for a bit after school!? I need some sort of social interaction after school. And no one's free.

And I don't know how any of you all can get anything done without having some contact with people. I feel crippled.

And jesus. I feel like I'm 5. Oh noes! Mommy hasn't been home for a whole day! I feel so aloooone! I'm 16 dammit, why does this still bug me at ALL? Last I checked teenagers are supposed to like being lonely and isolated, or something. What have I been doing wrong?

I have oodles of me-time, I get zilch done, yet during Midsummer, I'm surrounded by people just about 24/7, with way less time for school work or anything else at all, really, and I get massive boulders moved.

Help, someone? Someone who won't be cynical at me?

Today, my name is

Reckless Optimism

Exercise: Further dance partying outside Middlesex
Voice: L-O-V-E with Julia Nunes
Reading: Making sure I've got my lines down pat. Or else.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Went through my two monologues.

Okay, so this may be dangerous, but I'm mildly optimistic about tomorrow? I feel like I'm definitely getting somewhere with Our Lady. Your notes have morphed ever so slightly. I've progressed from shmacting. Now, the real test will be to see if I can keep from spazzing in front of the judges. Break legs, everyone!

Rhiannon

Exercise: I guess none. Band practice.
Voice: Band Practice.
Reading: See exercise.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Went over all the tidbits for history. Yay.

Okay, so I definitely thought I did more journals. And this pisses me off. I honestly though I did 2-3 times as many as I (apparently) actually did. I mean, I don't get. Something's not connecting in my mind. If I thought about them, that would imply that I did them. And I feel like I've written down things that aren't here. Anywhere. Have I been dreaming about blogging? Whatever. I'm screwed. AGAIN.,a]wpej
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And I need to stop thinking so much, cuz apparently, it doesn't help anywhere, even though it seems like it should. I don't get that either. Maybe I've just always been taught to use my brain to solve problems, and now I have problems that are solved through brainless, soulless repetition, and spontaneity, which got me into a lot of trouble as a child. Oh, Ms. Debbie. You forgot me in your film about the class. So I jumped into the frame. And you yelled at me. And then were very sorry when I wasn't in the film and you couldn't figure out or remember why. Spontaneous problem solving, without any thought, and I get yelled at. Of course, this was ages ago, but there have been repetitions. WHich I've probably blocked the majority of. Yay.\
Oh, there was the time I showed off my Riverdancing skills. And my feet and legs hurt so much afterward that I couldn't get my shoes on because bending my legs at all hurt. I think I cried.

But enough of childhood scarring. GOod night.

THis is me playing

Exercise: Rollerblading 20 minutes
Voice: Singing Mozart's 11th symphony. Yeah yeah, it's instrumental, but I like singing along.
Reading: Angels in America.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Um, I didn't do a whole lot today, as I was exhausted, but I went into the dressing room and tried to get out of my damn head. I think it worked for about 2 and a half seconds. But then, of course, I noticed and threw myself back out.

So I'm officially the most advanced pinist in my music theory class. Today was piano lab. Prof asked me if I wanted to leave early. And said I don't have to come to the next piano lab if I don't want to. Huzzah. And holy crap I'm tired! I'm taking advantage of this!

Today, my name is Blarney

The Dance of War

Exercise: Chelsea and I worked our biceps and triceps this morning.
Voice: L-O-V-E
Reading:I guess I need to stop working my monologue. At least, word-wise.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Well, worked my monologue. Taking away my oh-so-precious words. And yes, I would love to get you some masks. Any. They're far too intriguing.

So yes. I'm going through one of those crises we all know and love so well. Resulted in a two hour nap, accompanied by Philip Glass. And I truly can't stop thinking. How do you people be in the moment, for christ's sake? There are so many thoughts! To slow them down to speech speed seems...impossible. I dunno. SO many thoughts to think, how to stop?

OOh, and I'm taking capoeira tomorrow. The classes are at Studio 808. ANd the Saturday classes of dance don't start 'til the 13th. (thank you Casey). THough it's looking like I may (once music theory is over) do tuesday dance, wednesday capoeira, thursday dance, saturday capoeira. I'm gonna be fit as hell, man.

Solo dance party at college

Exercise: Ooh! Pick me! I did speedball for 30 minutes in gym, rollerblading for 30 minutes ( a lot harder than I was expecting), And an hour of dancing to my iPod on shuffle outside MCC. :D
Voice: Singing to said-same shuffle. Billy Joel, Paul Simon, you know.
Reading: Working on memorizing Edwin monologue sos I can work it in class.
Participation: 100
Explanation(if above 89): Paid attention and took notes on Ray's lecture. He remembers me! :D

It's been a pretty good day. Very exercise heavy.

Wow. I'm actually at a loss this evening. Let's just say I'm trying to figure out which pros I'm like. Type-wise, and whatnot. Help? :P

Today, my name is Dancer Pantsington