Yesterday...
Yeah, the mystery song was indeed Yesterday. Somehow, I think it would have been way funnier had they released those lyrics, but, eh, whatever gets a popular song I guess!
This week is already off to an awful start. The softball game yesterday absolutely kicked my ass, and I can't move without aching. Rargh. Ibuprofen will probably be my best friend this week...uff, it hurts to laugh.
And it was snowing this morning. SNOW! WHAT THE FUCK! It is MAY!! I guess all those sweaters I bought on clearance last week might actually have come in handy - had they arrived today, which they didn't, of course, not that huge of a deal, but still. The mere fact that a sweater is useful on May 2nd is somewhat unnerving about the temperatures for this month. Humph. Graduation better not be inside.
Ahhhh, graduation. Only 13 days! Hurray!! And then I will no longer have to be in college - at least not here anyway. I'm thinking of going back to school to get my teaching certification - not here, of course, but maybe somewhere else come January 2006. I'm thinking either Whitewater or Milwaukee...but Milwaukee would be way more convenient as opposed to Whitewater, even though I'd rather study oboe at Whitewater. Grad school is definitely not in my near future - not by a long shot. That's kind of depressing. Last year, Alexander told me that it doesn't matter where you get your bachelor's degree, just where you get your master's or doctorate, and it's all based on audition. Blegh. I have so much work to do before I can even think about grad school and getting a master's degree in oboe.
I listened to the recording of my recital the other day, and it will henceforth be buried somewhere in a minefield so that I never have to hear it again. I just have to find a minefield, which may prove to be somewhat difficult. And then I have to make sure that no recording gets in the hands of anyone else either. Ugh. How terrible was that??? I mean, seriously. What the hell happened between the first piece and the second? It sounded like absolute shit. I mean, people must have been sitting there going, 'yeah, she wanted to go to where? a conservatory? and how the fuck did she get into a conservatory?' Ugh. It was awful. It makes me want to bury the oboe in the same minefield. Yeah, I know it probably wasn't that bad to the audience, but still. And to all the lovely people who came up to me afterwards and said "wow, that was a bad reed, but the recital was good," thanks. It was oh so encouraging. So, like I said, I have a lot of work to do before I can even think about going to grad school. I doubt even Milwaukee would take me, and they're always desperate for oboes. Barf. But yea, I'm never going to listen to my recital recording again. I have a video recording of my high school recital, and I have yet to watch it, and that recital was in 2001! Maybe I'm on to something with not watching that one yet. Actually, I will probably never watch that one. It'll probably make me cry, either because I was so bad, or because I was better than I am now. Either one would make me cry.
I have to give my senior sem presentation tonight, as well as the critique for the other person (which I'm sure hers will be fine, I just have to read it). That'll be fun. Hopefully it won't be as loooooooooong as it was last week.
Either way, this year is almost over. And my delusional thoughts about a particular person are gone. Ha! Finally. The fact that I have no idea what the hell I'll be doing two weeks from now does not even really bother me. I will be done with college, I will have a degree in written in Latin (so I have no idea what it really says) and I will never have to be here again! Finally!
Oh yeah, and my stupid computer has a trojan horse and about a million pieces of Adware that won't go away no matter how many times I ran spysweeper and norton antivirus (which is useless, the 2002 version is too stupid to notify me accurately about a trojan horse on my computer), and I deactivated the feature of Windows that allows me to restore my system from a check point while I was trying to manually delete the trojan horse in safe mode just like the windows website told me to do, not that it helped, so I can't just restore the settings of, say, a week ago. ARGUH! So, tonight and tomorrow night will be filled with contiual updating of my iPod so that I can delete the hard drive (again), should this stupid Trojan horse not go away. Speaking of things I want to bury in minefields...add one desktop computer!
Happy Monday...or not.
- posted by L. @ 2:56 PM