what do they know anyway
I'm a little worried about registration tomorrow...fingers crossed.
I've been in the mood for a jazz club (preferrably Smalls) this past week. Perhaps this weekend.
Next Monday, Sammy and I are going to open-mic at Caffe Vivaldi. She's an open-mic pro, but it's going to be my first open-mic ever, I'm excited/petrified/eep!!
Lyrics for "Typical" are up for those who are curious. Mentally I've listed it as No. 27.5 because it doesn't seem like a valid song, but in reality I guess it is. It's more of an endearing transition piece, so that I don't fall into that not-writing-music-for-several-months-at-a-time rut.
Um.....Harry Potter is tomorrow night. Super excited. But at the same time, super super sad because I'm missing the first subway party of the year. And I was at both last year! And...boo.
The other day I went to the French Dept the other day to register for the minor, and I met with the sweetest old man, M. Zezula. When I walked into his office, there was this pretty little screen in the corner, the office in general smelled of wine, and on top of all of his paperwork was a collection of Colette stories. I've never felt so comfortable in an office setting; the actual process of registering took 30 seconds since all I did was fill out a card, but then he just kept asking me questions about Alaska (I was carrying my UAA tote bag that day) and how a friend of his was thinking about moving to Fort Lee. He was so adorable. And so...french.
On a different note, Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come" gets me every time I hear it. Every. Single. TIme. I can't even explain, there are no words. A biography on him just came out, and I kind of want to pick it up. But who am I kidding, I don't have time to read for fun these days. Augh. Which leads me to...
Thanksgiving. I'm kind of excited to go home for a few days and just...disappear. Because that's what happens when I cross the river - I disappear from the map. I mostly just lounge around, read, enjoy the fact that I have a piano that is accessible 24/7 (without having to sign up), and drink tea. Mmm.
I've been in the mood for a jazz club (preferrably Smalls) this past week. Perhaps this weekend.
Next Monday, Sammy and I are going to open-mic at Caffe Vivaldi. She's an open-mic pro, but it's going to be my first open-mic ever, I'm excited/petrified/eep!!
Lyrics for "Typical" are up for those who are curious. Mentally I've listed it as No. 27.5 because it doesn't seem like a valid song, but in reality I guess it is. It's more of an endearing transition piece, so that I don't fall into that not-writing-music-for-several-months-at-a-time rut.
Um.....Harry Potter is tomorrow night. Super excited. But at the same time, super super sad because I'm missing the first subway party of the year. And I was at both last year! And...boo.
The other day I went to the French Dept the other day to register for the minor, and I met with the sweetest old man, M. Zezula. When I walked into his office, there was this pretty little screen in the corner, the office in general smelled of wine, and on top of all of his paperwork was a collection of Colette stories. I've never felt so comfortable in an office setting; the actual process of registering took 30 seconds since all I did was fill out a card, but then he just kept asking me questions about Alaska (I was carrying my UAA tote bag that day) and how a friend of his was thinking about moving to Fort Lee. He was so adorable. And so...french.
On a different note, Sam Cooke's "A Change Is Gonna Come" gets me every time I hear it. Every. Single. TIme. I can't even explain, there are no words. A biography on him just came out, and I kind of want to pick it up. But who am I kidding, I don't have time to read for fun these days. Augh. Which leads me to...
Thanksgiving. I'm kind of excited to go home for a few days and just...disappear. Because that's what happens when I cross the river - I disappear from the map. I mostly just lounge around, read, enjoy the fact that I have a piano that is accessible 24/7 (without having to sign up), and drink tea. Mmm.
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