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[kleenexwoman]

Today was marginally better than yesterday, I suppose. I sold back my textbooks, and made a cool $112. Part of this went towards my own collegiate extravagance: the rental of "Evil Dead 2" and "Army of Darkness", which Video Land suddenly sprouted in the "Horror" section (why is "Re-Animator" in "Cult Movies" and the "Evil Dead" movies aren't? I don't know why), a copy of "Becoming A Man", an apparently moving account of a young man struggling to come to terms with his sexual identity in the 1950s (I can justify this as research. Yay for a GLBT section in the college bookstore), and tonight a whole mushroom-and-tomato pizza for my own while watching Bruce Campbell slaughter the undead. If I get this paper done, that is. Which I will. Swear ta God.

I couldn't sell back my Music Appreciation text or CDs, which is a good thing, I think. I like those CDs. They have Philip Glass and Berlioz on the same disc, and I've developed a great affection for Philip Glass and his mathematically exact, minimalistic piano in the past few months. List of "music to illegally download." And Berlioz--well, dang, the Symphonie Fantastique is just great. Sadly, the only thing we've got of his on here is the fourth movement, and thus I'm missing four-fifths of the symphony. Also, Chopin. Chopin fucking rocks.
No love for Wagner, though. Everything we've listened to in class that he composed has been either annoying or cheesy. All blaring brass and crashing drums. No subtlety at all.

So tomorrow will be devoted to tearing my hair out over finals I don't want to take, gaming for what will possibly be the last time in 3 months, and packing. Dad is picking me up on Friday at noon, and I've been scrambling for cardboard boxes. I don't want to leave anything behind except for maybe some ramen and the silverfish colony that seems to have sprouted under my bed. Let Maintenence deal with the skittery little fuckers for once. I already killed three. THEIR GOOEY BUG BLOOD IS ON MY HANDS. Or rather, my socks, since I'm not going to touch a silverfish with my bare hands.

Right. It's 9:30 and I have given myself half an hour in which to write one page. Get to it, child...

Also, I may not be online for a while--I'm going to Dad's new house, and I've no idea what the Internet setup is there. So until we get everything figured out, I love you all.

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[thatnoise.livejournal.com]

Dad has wireless.

I connect to the airport's wireless system.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Freaking awesome.

Wait. What airport? Where the hell are you? Did I miss something?

I will be...

[wolf-heart9.livejournal.com]

...a very sad camper while you are away. I hope that you're able to connect fairly quickly. I need to go ahead and get a card sent out to your mom's soon so that you'll have mail relatively quickly.

And as soon as I can get an envelope and the postage, I'm sending Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back on VHS. I need to get some more blank CDs and then I can start burning some of my CDs for you.

[nike-victory.livejournal.com]

When I had to go over Wagner, the professor played an old comedy routine done by this woman with operatic training. She's sing the leitmotif and joke about it, like going on about the Rheinmaidens swimming. Still swimming. And, yes, they're still swimming about. And the bit about incest, "You can get away with anything in opera as long as you sing it." I think that's the only way I'll ever enjoy Wagner.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

That's pretty funny. Wish my Music Appreciation teacher had said something like that.

[nike-victory.livejournal.com]

It wasn't said. The comedy routine was a recording. It was old - I wanted to check it out of the music library to listen to it again and they only had it on vinyl record.

[kleenexwoman.livejournal.com]

Aaah. :headslap: See what I get for skimming comments. Still sounds damn funny. D'you remember who it is by?

[nike-victory.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid not. It was back when I was a Freshman and all the notes from that class are at my dad's place.

[nike-victory.livejournal.com]

A Google search has supplied the answer - Anna Russell. At least, I think it's her. It matches what I remember. No signs of recordings so far, so I can't be absolutely certain. Hope that helps.