Psuedo-real-life

I'm at work.  It's quite slow.  I was going to catch up on my Hulu queue (Cougar Town ain't gonna watch itself people) then I decided I should make as much of a post as possible while no one wants coffee.

"Back to school, back to school..." Billy Madison had reasons, I'm beginning to wonder what mine are.  There's a Music Therapy program at a college south of my new favorite city, Portland, that I am considering transferring to but; it's more expensive, it's another new place and what if I go and music therapy turns out to be a bunch of horse shit?  I guess at least I'll be in Portland.  Ugh.  Research.  Decisions. Life.  All things I hate doing stuff with.  Oh well, I'll always have coffee.

Current school craps are busy as the more adult word for "craps."  Why I thought I would be able to handle  eight classes and a part time job I don't know.  I'm going to blame the dutch.  They're far away and can't do anything about it.   No, I'll blame that pesky Icelandic volcano.  It's causing so many problems I'm sure mine are part of them.  I am looking forward to a few things this quarter, the choirs will be performing at Benaroya Hall in May which is pretty fancy cool, and I'm learning the cello AND taking voice lessons.  It'll be nice to be tri-musical. (to a point)

I wish I could say more was happening in my life, but not.  June will be here swiftly enough and shortly after that I'm sure I'll be begging for school to start again, if only so I can get some student loans.

Good night y'all.  Sleep well, but not in one.

~n

Oh, hello.

While I realize I need to make a frrl (that's "for real" for you non-let'sallruintheenglishlanguage types out there) post... not tonight.  For tonight, I am drunk.  And not any kind of drunk, but a special kind.  I'm wine drunk.  Wine drunk is an interesting phenonomon.  For instance, it allows you to remember word like "phenonomon" but forces you to spell them in ways that the little red grammar police *that would be those pesky lines underneath words typed too quickly* don't recognize.  (I'm going to say shame on the dictionary programers here, I'm pretty sure I spelled that in some phonetic way.)  When did italics happen?  Anyway.... where was I going with this.... oh yeah.

I just sent this to someone over skype and I think I lol'd at it.

when you're wine drunk... mostly verydarkbrownalmostblack pizza isn't half bad.

hahaha, yup.  That was it.  OH LORD THIS IS ANNOYING.  Ah, much better.

So, the lesson of today kids; "When you're wine drunk, mostly verydarkbrownalmostblack pizza isn't half bad."

Sleep well, but not in one.

Pomplamoose; not just for Grapefruits anymore.

There's really no point in making music anymore, they've already done it better than you could imagine.







If you liked that one you should try their "Telephone" cover.