Sunday, April 27, 2008

White Trash Palace

There is this crazy white trash woman who lives across the street from us.  Now that the weather is nice, we keep our windows open all day and now we can hear her screaming all day and night.  She has a huge ass and hates her life.  She's always getting in to fights with her white trash boyfriend/son and hates their three puppies. 
I was first introduced to her during the winter ice storm where her boyfriend/son tried to drive his car up an unplowed hill.  It got stuck, so she came out with a table salt shaker.  Needless to say, it didn't help.
Then one day the white trash family had a HUGE blowout.  White trash woman yelled at her boyfriend/son for two hours about...a car.  She wanted to use the car to drive to the mall, and he wanted to use it to pick up his kids from school.  To her, this was unacceptable.  Way to stand for what you believe in, white trash woman.
The white trash family used to have two dogs: Copper and some other dog (it never gets in to trouble, so she doesn't yell at it).  She hates Copper with a passion and yells at him every day, multiple times.  Obscenities and everything.
I just looked outside and found that they have a new tiny puppy.  I don't think she hates it yet.  But she will.

Monday, April 21, 2008

KC Getaway

I went to Kansas City this weekend because I needed a break, and Danny sprung it on me that he bought a new house. So off I went, and I learned that a) I want to be a cabaret singer, b) I do not want kids, and c) one shouldn't take pain killers on an empty stomach.
If you go to KC any time soon, and you have a penchant for gay cabaret (Liza, anyone?), please go to Bar Natasha (and bring a lot of money). Trust me, it's worth it. What fag or hag wouldn't have the time of their lives?

Friday, April 11, 2008

And the Decision is...

I just signed my acceptance letter to Indiana's Early Music Institute.
It's not New England Conservatory, which many of you thought I would do.  I thought so too. But I'm really confident that I made the right choice and I can't wait to go there!

On another note, I will officially be drunk the whole weekend.  Comps-free!

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Sad Truths

Right now I'm confronted with the sad truth that I have lost my autonomy and freedom in the last few weeks of my grad degree.
This week I have my final comprehensive exam. Tomorrow (or, rather, today,in eight hours) is my choral comp, and I'm convinced it will be death. I mean, it already has. Tuesday I had to lead a silent rehearsal in Hitt Street which, contrary to popular belief, was incredibly hard and time consuming to prepare and turned out abominably. Tomorrow is the written/aural comp, and I have to turn in a take-home essay. Mine was about the development of the oratorio. From Dr. Crabb's mouth:
"Trace the path of the development of the oratorio, from Caccini to Penderecki. Include contributions of the major composers and representative works. Provide any connecting threads that might be applicable."
It seems simple enough. But then you realize the oratorio spans early Baroque And since the oratorio mimics development of music, Dr. Crabb basically asked me "Please trace the development of music.  Give examples."
So I just got back from the library and have a fairly decent representation of my intellect. The listening test tomorrow, however, will not do me justice...
So I've had all this work to do, and I'm in the middle of deciding where to go to school...a life decision...and in the middle of running a choir...and maintaining an active performing career...and working a job in the music office. And... to be frank, the job in the office just hasn't been my priority in this list. So I haven't been doing it very well or efficiently. Last week Dr. Freund got on my case, so I spent a couple of days catching up. But this week I've had zero time to sit in the office and do administrative work.  So... I haven't. And now I'm in trouble. Part of me thinks I deserve it, but most of me (the rational Lindsey) knows I SHOULDN'T be sitting in the office right now, because my life and my needs are more important. So, today was spent responding to disappointed/angry emails from Dr. Freund, and trying to figure out how to emotionally deal with the reality that I'm unable to do my job. And I'm upset and frustrated...
But my priority right now is to get a little bit of sleep, then wake up at six and learn all that I can about choral conducting and rep, then take a test at ten, and then try to survive until Friday afternoon...
The home stretch.

And just to let you know, this blog was NOT posted at 11:30 pm, like Blogger wants you to think.  It was posted at 1:50 am.

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

End of an Era

The final U Singers concert was Saturday, and I feel like it was the end of an era for me.
There were a few things that made me cry like a baby at the end.  First of all, it was an incredible concert. Nothing was perfect, by any means, but it was certainly one of our best. Secondly, it was my last concert with the group in six years. That's a long time. Third--we ended with "The Road Home," which would make anyone lose it...
I'm really sad that it's over. I want to make a career as a singer, but I'm still worried that I'll never be in a group like this again...