Things

Jul. 12th, 2011 10:56 am
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1. I have to go in and talk to some of my professors today and while I'm there I'm going to tell them I'm leaving after this next semester for culinary school. I'm actually more nervous about this than I was about talking to my parents. I'm not sure what that says about me. =/
ETA: Okay, apparently I wrote the date down wrong in my planner, so that didn't happen. >.< At least I was too early instead of too late and I had other things in town I needed to take care of, so it wasn't a complete waste of a trip.

2. There are two muffins in an oven. One muffin says, Damn, it's hot in here. The other muffin screams, Holy shit! A talking muffin!

3. Everyone remembers Toy Story, right? Y'all remember Sid, the kid from the first movie who tortured toys? Listed in the column of 'Things I Did Not Know Before' is that there is apparently a Sid/Andy camp. After reading [livejournal.com profile] snooter's Under the Table series, which is 90k+ words of amazingness that made me scream and cry and flail multiple times, I'm officially part of that camp. I've put up a tent and brought out the marshmallows. [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub is hosting a Sid/Andy meme over on her LJ and it's possible that I'm writing comment fic. Don't judge me, guys, it just kind of happened...

4. I really need for today to be a good day. I just. I really need that to happen.

Things

Jul. 12th, 2011 10:56 am
coffeebuddha: (Default)
1. I have to go in and talk to some of my professors today and while I'm there I'm going to tell them I'm leaving after this next semester for culinary school. I'm actually more nervous about this than I was about talking to my parents. I'm not sure what that says about me. =/
ETA: Okay, apparently I wrote the date down wrong in my planner, so that didn't happen. >.< At least I was too early instead of too late and I had other things in town I needed to take care of, so it wasn't a complete waste of a trip.

2. There are two muffins in an oven. One muffin says, Damn, it's hot in here. The other muffin screams, Holy shit! A talking muffin!

3. Everyone remembers Toy Story, right? Y'all remember Sid, the kid from the first movie who tortured toys? Listed in the column of 'Things I Did Not Know Before' is that there is apparently a Sid/Andy camp. After reading [livejournal.com profile] snooter's Under the Table series, which is 90k+ words of amazingness that made me scream and cry and flail multiple times, I'm officially part of that camp. I've put up a tent and brought out the marshmallows. [livejournal.com profile] foxxcub is hosting a Sid/Andy meme over on her LJ and it's possible that I'm writing comment fic. Don't judge me, guys, it just kind of happened...

4. I really need for today to be a good day. I just. I really need that to happen.
coffeebuddha: (dream a little bigger - inception)
Mom's been making jokes since the 4th about my possibly becoming an army cook--both her and dad are ex military and my sister is currently enlisted as a specialist--and when she made one tonight after tasting the gluten free apple cake I made her this afternoon, I told her about how miserable I've been, which shouldn't be surprising since she's been asking me if I'm depressed every few months for a couple years now, and about how I've been looking into local culinary programs. Dad's gone out of town with my sister on a trail ride while she's visiting, so he wasn't there for the conversation, and mom isn't totally on board yet, but I think I might have her in my corner on this. At the end of the day, I really do have parents who just want me to be happy and I'm so ridiculously lucky for that.

It's looking more and more like this might happen and it just feels like a huge weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

ETA: Mom's already hinting at how much she'd like for there to be a gluten free restaurant in town--she has celiac with the really rare, bad neurological side effects--and [livejournal.com profile] topetine and I have discussed opening an bakery. She will use it as her base of operations for crime solvey stuff and I will keep her supplied with delicious diabetic friendly treats. :)




Oh, and for those of you who friended me for fanfiction, and I do know that's most of you, I have been working on stuff, it's just longer I've got 17k so far of an Inception fic in which nothing is happening, wtf, and am also finally making good headway on my long overdue charity fics, which is why there haven't been any drabbles or shorts lately.
coffeebuddha: (dream a little bigger - inception)
Mom's been making jokes since the 4th about my possibly becoming an army cook--both her and dad are ex military and my sister is currently enlisted as a specialist--and when she made one tonight after tasting the gluten free apple cake I made her this afternoon, I told her about how miserable I've been, which shouldn't be surprising since she's been asking me if I'm depressed every few months for a couple years now, and about how I've been looking into local culinary programs. Dad's gone out of town with my sister on a trail ride while she's visiting, so he wasn't there for the conversation, and mom isn't totally on board yet, but I think I might have her in my corner on this. At the end of the day, I really do have parents who just want me to be happy and I'm so ridiculously lucky for that.

It's looking more and more like this might happen and it just feels like a huge weight is being lifted off my shoulders.

ETA: Mom's already hinting at how much she'd like for there to be a gluten free restaurant in town--she has celiac with the really rare, bad neurological side effects--and [livejournal.com profile] topetine and I have discussed opening an bakery. She will use it as her base of operations for crime solvey stuff and I will keep her supplied with delicious diabetic friendly treats. :)




Oh, and for those of you who friended me for fanfiction, and I do know that's most of you, I have been working on stuff, it's just longer I've got 17k so far of an Inception fic in which nothing is happening, wtf, and am also finally making good headway on my long overdue charity fics, which is why there haven't been any drabbles or shorts lately.
coffeebuddha: (ate your bees-black books)
I've come to some conclusions over the past couple of days after realizing that I hate, hate, hate my major--I love singing and always will, but studying it is quickly draining all the joy out of it--and the thought of going back to school in a month makes me feel physically ill. Basically, all I want to do with my life is make delicious baked goods that make people happy, sing songs that people think are pretty, and write stories that make people want to keysmash with glee.

All this to say, I'm seriously considering abandoning my music degree after this next semester and enrolling in the culinary program at a local technical college for a semester or two to see if I'm less miserable doing that. I've taken cooking classes in the past and, unlike with music, I actually enjoy learning all the little technical things that make it work, and there's something satisfying about making something tangible that I can taste and know whether or not it's shit, unlike with singing where I'm never satisfied with the results.
coffeebuddha: (ate your bees-black books)
I've come to some conclusions over the past couple of days after realizing that I hate, hate, hate my major--I love singing and always will, but studying it is quickly draining all the joy out of it--and the thought of going back to school in a month makes me feel physically ill. Basically, all I want to do with my life is make delicious baked goods that make people happy, sing songs that people think are pretty, and write stories that make people want to keysmash with glee.

All this to say, I'm seriously considering abandoning my music degree after this next semester and enrolling in the culinary program at a local technical college for a semester or two to see if I'm less miserable doing that. I've taken cooking classes in the past and, unlike with music, I actually enjoy learning all the little technical things that make it work, and there's something satisfying about making something tangible that I can taste and know whether or not it's shit, unlike with singing where I'm never satisfied with the results.
coffeebuddha: (Default)
HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU KNEW YOU NEEDED TO BE WORKING ON MULTIPLE COMMENT FICS, CHARITY FICS, AND BIG BANGS IN ADDITION TO SCOURING THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR JOB OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED AND YOUR SAVINGS FOR COLLEGE IS OFFICIALLY EMPTY, BUT INSTEAD YOU SPEND IT READING FIC ABOUT HOW GOD IS A DUCK, EATING CHOCOLATE, DAYDREAMING ABOUT A FIC THAT WILL NEVER BE WRITTEN BECAUSE THE OC IN YOUR HEAD IS THE QUEEN OF THE MARY SUES, FEELING TOO HERMITY AND ANTISOCIAL TO ANSWER COMMENTS, AND LISTENING TO CRACKY SONGS?
 

OR IS THAT JUST ME? 
coffeebuddha: (Default)
HAVE YOU EVER HAD ONE OF THOSE NIGHTS WHERE YOU KNEW YOU NEEDED TO BE WORKING ON MULTIPLE COMMENT FICS, CHARITY FICS, AND BIG BANGS IN ADDITION TO SCOURING THE INTERNET LOOKING FOR JOB OPPORTUNITIES BECAUSE YOU'RE UNEMPLOYED AND YOUR SAVINGS FOR COLLEGE IS OFFICIALLY EMPTY, BUT INSTEAD YOU SPEND IT READING FIC ABOUT HOW GOD IS A DUCK, EATING CHOCOLATE, DAYDREAMING ABOUT A FIC THAT WILL NEVER BE WRITTEN BECAUSE THE OC IN YOUR HEAD IS THE QUEEN OF THE MARY SUES, FEELING TOO HERMITY AND ANTISOCIAL TO ANSWER COMMENTS, AND LISTENING TO CRACKY SONGS?
 

OR IS THAT JUST ME? 
coffeebuddha: (music heart)
It's the night before juries(final exam for voice where I have to get up and sing songs in front of all the teachers and have them tell me why I suck), which means I'm going to be up until the wee hours of the morning driving myself crazy over whether I really know the lyrics and doubting if I'm going low enough on that flatted note and pulling my hair out because my high As on 'O mio babbino caro' are shitty and all over the place. Here are the three songs I'm doing, if anyone's interested.



'O mio babbino caro' is one of my favorite arias in pretty much the history of ever. It's from Puccini's "Gianni Schicchi". The song is sung by Lauretta, whose father isn't letting her marry the man she loves. In the song, she talks about how she loves him, wants to be with him, and will kill herself if they're kept apart, and begs for her father to have pity on her.



'Der Ring' from Robert Schumann's Frauenliebe und -Leben (Woman's Life and Love) song cycle. I've had a pretty serious love affair going on with this song cycle for the past few years and have done most of the songs in it. Rings should be exchanged any time now, which is appropriate considering the song is all about a woman gushing over her engagement/wedding ring.



I can't find a single recording anywhere of a woman singing this song. On the one hand, that makes sense since it's sung by a man in The Student Prince. On the other hand, it's gender neutral and sits beautifully in a rounder, warmer female voice, so us ladies really need to start representing with this song. Trufax.

And because I feel like it, have a couple of my favorite modern songs.



Krzysztof Penderecki's "Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima" is one of those songs that never fails to get to me. It's beautifully hideous and hideously beautiful. It makes my hair stand on end and my soul cringe in the best way possible.



So, embarrassing story time. Consider it your reward for making this far. ;) I used to have recurring dreams about Milton Babbitt. And when I say recurring, I mean recurring. The same dream night after night for months. In the dream, he was chasing me around the quad of my old college in a golf cart, waving a score in the air, and screaming, "You'll never understand my music!" which is pretty much up there with 'water is wet' on the obvious statement scale. So, like I said, this went on for months, and eventually I broke down and told my voice teacher at the time about it. My voice teacher, who had performed at one of Babbitt's birthday celebrations and actually knew the man. Who then proceeded to write him an email and tell him that I was having dreams about him. I don't know whether to be incredibly proud or ashamed of the fact that Milton Babbitt knew I used to dream about him. Either way, he passed away at the beginning of this year and the musical world's a little less for it. RIP, man. I can never see a golf cart without thinking about you. ♥
coffeebuddha: (music heart)
It's the night before juries(final exam for voice where I have to get up and sing songs in front of all the teachers and have them tell me why I suck), which means I'm going to be up until the wee hours of the morning driving myself crazy over whether I really know the lyrics and doubting if I'm going low enough on that flatted note and pulling my hair out because my high As on 'O mio babbino caro' are shitty and all over the place. Here are the three songs I'm doing, if anyone's interested.



'O mio babbino caro' is one of my favorite arias in pretty much the history of ever. It's from Puccini's "Gianni Schicchi". The song is sung by Lauretta, whose father isn't letting her marry the man she loves. In the song, she talks about how she loves him, wants to be with him, and will kill herself if they're kept apart, and begs for her father to have pity on her.



'Der Ring' from Robert Schumann's Frauenliebe und -Leben (Woman's Life and Love) song cycle. I've had a pretty serious love affair going on with this song cycle for the past few years and have done most of the songs in it. Rings should be exchanged any time now, which is appropriate considering the song is all about a woman gushing over her engagement/wedding ring.



I can't find a single recording anywhere of a woman singing this song. On the one hand, that makes sense since it's sung by a man in The Student Prince. On the other hand, it's gender neutral and sits beautifully in a rounder, warmer female voice, so us ladies really need to start representing with this song. Trufax.

And because I feel like it, have a couple of my favorite modern songs.



Krzysztof Penderecki's "Threnody for the Victims of Hiroshima" is one of those songs that never fails to get to me. It's beautifully hideous and hideously beautiful. It makes my hair stand on end and my soul cringe in the best way possible.



So, embarrassing story time. Consider it your reward for making this far. ;) I used to have recurring dreams about Milton Babbitt. And when I say recurring, I mean recurring. The same dream night after night for months. In the dream, he was chasing me around the quad of my old college in a golf cart, waving a score in the air, and screaming, "You'll never understand my music!" which is pretty much up there with 'water is wet' on the obvious statement scale. So, like I said, this went on for months, and eventually I broke down and told my voice teacher at the time about it. My voice teacher, who had performed at one of Babbitt's birthday celebrations and actually knew the man. Who then proceeded to write him an email and tell him that I was having dreams about him. I don't know whether to be incredibly proud or ashamed of the fact that Milton Babbitt knew I used to dream about him. Either way, he passed away at the beginning of this year and the musical world's a little less for it. RIP, man. I can never see a golf cart without thinking about you. ♥
coffeebuddha: (Default)
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.

It's been an incredibly long, stressful semester and I'm officially done. I'm going to go take a nap, then write undead!Sherlock. Woo!
coffeebuddha: (Default)
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.
Done.

It's been an incredibly long, stressful semester and I'm officially done. I'm going to go take a nap, then write undead!Sherlock. Woo!
coffeebuddha: (feedback)
Sorry! I'm sorry! Exams are almost over. Just need to turn in some stuff and then take my conducting exam and I am free, but there's not going to be a fic again today and you guys have no idea how much I hate that. Someone recently pointed out to me that I'm way too hard on myself. True enough, I guess, but it's little comfort in cases like this where I still feel like a failure for missing even one update. And now to miss a second? I'm a sad coffeebuddha. Oh well, there's really nothing for it. At least I managed to get a fic up yesterday. Back to working on my diction assignment.
coffeebuddha: (feedback)
Sorry! I'm sorry! Exams are almost over. Just need to turn in some stuff and then take my conducting exam and I am free, but there's not going to be a fic again today and you guys have no idea how much I hate that. Someone recently pointed out to me that I'm way too hard on myself. True enough, I guess, but it's little comfort in cases like this where I still feel like a failure for missing even one update. And now to miss a second? I'm a sad coffeebuddha. Oh well, there's really nothing for it. At least I managed to get a fic up yesterday. Back to working on my diction assignment.
coffeebuddha: (Default)
I hate to do this, especially since I've been at this for less than two weeks, but there's pretty much no chance that I'm going to be posting a drabble today. As some of you know, I'm right in the middle of exams, and I'm so bogged down with essays that I haven't even started it. There should be one up tomorrow, but it's almost definitely a no go tonight. Sorry!
coffeebuddha: (Default)
I hate to do this, especially since I've been at this for less than two weeks, but there's pretty much no chance that I'm going to be posting a drabble today. As some of you know, I'm right in the middle of exams, and I'm so bogged down with essays that I haven't even started it. There should be one up tomorrow, but it's almost definitely a no go tonight. Sorry!

Randomness

Aug. 25th, 2010 11:40 pm
coffeebuddha: (awesome kirk)
So sleepy. Promise I'll respond to comments on the last part of Hot Like Mexico later, but I doubt they'd be coherent right how. Lalala.

1. I had a great idea for an original short story about a couple caught in a horrible, codependent, abusive relationship but refusing to admit it's unhealthy or that anything's wrong because they're 'in love'. Very high tension, lots of explosive sequences, sociopathic tendencies, general feelings of unease and borderline squickiness. Then I realized that Stephenie Meyer stole my idea and lamed it up with glittery vampires and emo kids, so that put an end to that. Sad day.

2. I think I would flip out with happiness if I ever found out that people were reccing my fics. Seriously, there would probably be major flailing and high pitched noises going on. Liking something so much that you actively want other people to read it is just about the highest compliment I can think of.

3. I need to start sleeping more than a handful of hours a night.

4. Had my Sociology of Gender class tonight. Ended up talking about sexism in Star Trek(why all the tight and short?), how much T'Pau kicked ass, and our general adoration of Leonard Nimoy with my presentation group. We also had a loud, indignant conversation about the fact that most of the world's bras are designed by men. What the fuck is up with that? Also, picture of Leonard Nimoy as a hot young thing.


Mmm, 1952 was a good year for everyone's favorite Vulcan.

5. After sitting through my conducting class today, I came to exactly one conclusion. If anyone ever makes a bio pic about John Barbirolli, they should cast Tim Roth to play him.



6. I finally got around to changing my LJ title. The subtitle's changed several times the last few months, but I've had the same title since I first signed up on here back when I was in high school. Still haven't decided what I think about the change. Any opinions?

7. Am watching Venture Brothers while I doze off. Sometimes I worry about the fact that I ship Brock/Hank so damn hard.

Randomness

Aug. 25th, 2010 11:40 pm
coffeebuddha: (awesome kirk)
So sleepy. Promise I'll respond to comments on the last part of Hot Like Mexico later, but I doubt they'd be coherent right how. Lalala.

1. I had a great idea for an original short story about a couple caught in a horrible, codependent, abusive relationship but refusing to admit it's unhealthy or that anything's wrong because they're 'in love'. Very high tension, lots of explosive sequences, sociopathic tendencies, general feelings of unease and borderline squickiness. Then I realized that Stephenie Meyer stole my idea and lamed it up with glittery vampires and emo kids, so that put an end to that. Sad day.

2. I think I would flip out with happiness if I ever found out that people were reccing my fics. Seriously, there would probably be major flailing and high pitched noises going on. Liking something so much that you actively want other people to read it is just about the highest compliment I can think of.

3. I need to start sleeping more than a handful of hours a night.

4. Had my Sociology of Gender class tonight. Ended up talking about sexism in Star Trek(why all the tight and short?), how much T'Pau kicked ass, and our general adoration of Leonard Nimoy with my presentation group. We also had a loud, indignant conversation about the fact that most of the world's bras are designed by men. What the fuck is up with that? Also, picture of Leonard Nimoy as a hot young thing.


Mmm, 1952 was a good year for everyone's favorite Vulcan.

5. After sitting through my conducting class today, I came to exactly one conclusion. If anyone ever makes a bio pic about John Barbirolli, they should cast Tim Roth to play him.



6. I finally got around to changing my LJ title. The subtitle's changed several times the last few months, but I've had the same title since I first signed up on here back when I was in high school. Still haven't decided what I think about the change. Any opinions?

7. Am watching Venture Brothers while I doze off. Sometimes I worry about the fact that I ship Brock/Hank so damn hard.
coffeebuddha: (reid lolli)
My Ethics teacher is kind of dreamy. He talks with his hands-which are nice like whoa-and tells bad punny jokes and has these amazing dimples. Thank you, Dr. Eye Candy, for giving me motivation to go to class.
coffeebuddha: (reid lolli)
My Ethics teacher is kind of dreamy. He talks with his hands-which are nice like whoa-and tells bad punny jokes and has these amazing dimples. Thank you, Dr. Eye Candy, for giving me motivation to go to class.

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