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runawayskellum at 12:10am on 15/03/2010
runawayskellum at 12:10am on 15/03/2010University musical theatre: still edgy. Spent this afternoon being choreographed for an Orgy. Next year I'm going to suggest putting on Mary Poppins or The Sound of Music or something.
I am frazzled and exhausted after a week of the mumps (the mumps. Who knew the mumps even existed any more?) and a week of trying to catch up. I have two days or so to wrap my brain around Spinoza's distinction between ~modes and attributes~. Perhaps I should just kill myself. Running behind everything was compounded by two four-hour-each-way bus trips I had to take this week: the first to meet up with the brother to discuss whether to sell the house, and the second to see my grandparents. Most of the afternoon was spend watching Popstars to Operastars which they adore and I'd never seen before. They are still baffled by my decision to go to university (which no one on that side of my family has ever been to, and which they Don't Quite Get) rather than bouncing from reality talent show attempting to Get Famous.
All of these things combined lead to me doing something I'd never done before: breaking Lent. D: I mean, I broke a fast once but I was fourteen or so (lots of the Catholic schools in Scotland do sponsored 12 or 24 hour fasts for charity. They always seemed like a very good idea until you got to lunchtime.) If my girlfriend were here I'm sure she could have talked me out of it, or at least cuddled me out of it. Ah well. Apparently in Ireland you are allowed to break Lent on St Patrick's day. Since it is very almost St Patrick's day and I live somewhat close to Ireland, I won't beat myself up too badly about it. It didn't help with the crappy mood, though.
What did help? Well, the orgytastic dancing was fun (although I'm apparently not as flexible as I thought). Also, a friend was up from Glasgow to play live-in-the-studio for the radio show - I've never produced with live music going on before, so I don't think it was as good as it could have been, but. He's a really nice guy with a lot of connections in the ~Glasgow indie scene~ so we had a fairly decent audience for once too. Nice. Then (after a bit of grappling with the colonialism of international law) we went to an open mic night.
OMG. I've never actually been to one of these before. The first half an hour or so was the kind of thing I expected, but then it became very wow. People writing songs and singing gorgeously and doing close harmony-covers of stuff accompanied only by a ukelele and so on and so forth. I was pretty damn impressed.
And now I'm pretty damn sleepy :( So no Lost tonight. Also, no Hebrew practice. I went to my first ~actual Hebrew lesson~ last Tuesday, and while it was gratifying being able to recognise the letters it's a little intimidating being with people who have a semester of modern Hebrew and usually at least a bit of Biblical Hebrew under their belts too. My girlfriend had to keep reaching over and patting my shoulder as flashbacks to utterly failing Russian flickered before my eyes.
By the end of my university career I anticipate having learned at least half a dozen new systems of writing, and not one actual language.
I am frazzled and exhausted after a week of the mumps (the mumps. Who knew the mumps even existed any more?) and a week of trying to catch up. I have two days or so to wrap my brain around Spinoza's distinction between ~modes and attributes~. Perhaps I should just kill myself. Running behind everything was compounded by two four-hour-each-way bus trips I had to take this week: the first to meet up with the brother to discuss whether to sell the house, and the second to see my grandparents. Most of the afternoon was spend watching Popstars to Operastars which they adore and I'd never seen before. They are still baffled by my decision to go to university (which no one on that side of my family has ever been to, and which they Don't Quite Get) rather than bouncing from reality talent show attempting to Get Famous.
All of these things combined lead to me doing something I'd never done before: breaking Lent. D: I mean, I broke a fast once but I was fourteen or so (lots of the Catholic schools in Scotland do sponsored 12 or 24 hour fasts for charity. They always seemed like a very good idea until you got to lunchtime.) If my girlfriend were here I'm sure she could have talked me out of it, or at least cuddled me out of it. Ah well. Apparently in Ireland you are allowed to break Lent on St Patrick's day. Since it is very almost St Patrick's day and I live somewhat close to Ireland, I won't beat myself up too badly about it. It didn't help with the crappy mood, though.
What did help? Well, the orgytastic dancing was fun (although I'm apparently not as flexible as I thought). Also, a friend was up from Glasgow to play live-in-the-studio for the radio show - I've never produced with live music going on before, so I don't think it was as good as it could have been, but. He's a really nice guy with a lot of connections in the ~Glasgow indie scene~ so we had a fairly decent audience for once too. Nice. Then (after a bit of grappling with the colonialism of international law) we went to an open mic night.
OMG. I've never actually been to one of these before. The first half an hour or so was the kind of thing I expected, but then it became very wow. People writing songs and singing gorgeously and doing close harmony-covers of stuff accompanied only by a ukelele and so on and so forth. I was pretty damn impressed.
And now I'm pretty damn sleepy :( So no Lost tonight. Also, no Hebrew practice. I went to my first ~actual Hebrew lesson~ last Tuesday, and while it was gratifying being able to recognise the letters it's a little intimidating being with people who have a semester of modern Hebrew and usually at least a bit of Biblical Hebrew under their belts too. My girlfriend had to keep reaching over and patting my shoulder as flashbacks to utterly failing Russian flickered before my eyes.
By the end of my university career I anticipate having learned at least half a dozen new systems of writing, and not one actual language.
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