I really can’t play guitar anymore… it’s so sad. However, i proved today that i might have a future in bass if i could stand not being in the spotlight constantly. I am getting good vibes about working on music with Gina this year… she just wrote a great song called “Nuclear Winter.” The upcoming CD could be a fully collaborative effort…
Archives for 2000
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Electric Biscuit suddenly got ten times more fun than it used to be; it might have to do with their smooth new layout. Aside from getting huge bonus points for liking the house of yes, they have waded into the fray of the WeBlog World War (from now on to be known as WbWW1, until i think of something less clunky)
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Yay for vegetarians in Philly!!! I might be flirting with poultry lately, but at heart i’m a veggie, and now the MacDonald’s in Suburban Station is serving a grilled veggie sandwhich! The rather newly established McD’s is only the fourt in the nation to carry the sandwhich, though all Center City locations are expected to carry it soon. I just found this out via Beautiful Freak, who should be all the more envious when she finds out that the MacDonald’s in question is on my way to working at coffee shop. My days of mooching high-priced pastries are over!
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My schedule is a fine example of my inability to decide whether i’m a workaholic or a slacker. I’m not taking any classes in my major, but i am taking three general requirements. Furthermore, i’m taking 9 credits of music classes, which will leave me a mere one class away from my music minor. So, there’s an interesting balance of slack and ambition. I really am interested in the MS/BS program now that i know more about it, but i’m really interested in obtaining my BA, so i really need to go and chat with my department about that.
Meanwhile, in terms of physical scheduling, i have class pretty much straight through the day M-W-F, but only one on T-Th morning (which is also a nice cross between ambition and slack, although i’ll be spending T-Th at the coffee shop). And, it all starts tomorrow, again. I don’t know how people at normal colleges deal with only having two semesters each year and such a lengthy summer break. I was going batty over the summer, and the only reason i can have so much leeway with my schedule is because i can make up for it by taking a full class load every semester. I suppose i’m just nervous that the classes are going to get harder… i’m intelligent and a good worker and all that, but classes that send me out to do something (like chases down obscure research at the Philadelphia Free Library) also intimidate me despite the fact that i do very well in them. Hopefully i’ll get back to the Comm classes in the winter, and i’ll have my general requirements done at the end of next fall. >sigh
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Our living room wound up housing Matt, his friend Amy, our good friend Ariel, Gina, and I, all of us playing some sort of musical role in my belated b-day jam session except for Amy, who had to leave. We wound up pounding through “With or Without You,” a new song, “Under My Skin,” and “House of the Rising Sun” with Gina on lead guitar, Matt on bass, Ariel on various rhythms, and myself on guitar or bass. Afterwards we adjourned to Justin&Joey’s suite in the newly constructed residence hall, which i don’t like especially much. One cool thing is they have these neat fold-a-way seats in their showers, and since i am always exhausted when i shower i think it’s pretty cool. Then we visited Michelle&Nora in the older residence hall (where Gina would have lived). Their rooms rock, because they’re on the first floor and have fifteen foot high ceilings. Gina and I think they need to buy some chandeliers from IKEA.
Afterwards we returned to our respective homes and i went on a cleaning and organizing frenzy to complete what i started when i moved in two weeks ago. Matt generally stood back and offered suggestion as to where i should put my cd rack. The result is double the open floor space that we had before, and a convenient place for me to put my shoes. And now i’m blogging… definitely feels just like home.