Bands // Song Titles
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Choose a band/or artist and answer only in song TITLES by that band:	Radiohead
Are you female or male:	There There (The Boney King of Nowhere
Describe yourself:	Subterranean Homesick Alien
How do some people feel about you:	Vegetable
How do you feel about yourself:	In Limbo
Describe your ex girlfriend/boyfriend:	Like Spinning Plates
Describe your current girlfriend/boyfriend:	(Nice Dream)
Describe where you want to be:	Sail to the Moon -Brush the Cobwebs of the Sky-
Describe what you want to be:	Bullet Proof...I Wish I Was
Describe how you live:	Knives Out
Describe how you love:	You
Share a few words of wisdom:	Everything in its Right Place
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You Can't Handle This - Five Iron Frenzy

I'm once again amazed by how truly solid this band is. All silliness aside, they are an excellent group of musicians. Electric Boogaloo is definitely one of the best albums produced by a Christian band in the last ten years.

Anyway, yeah. I went to the music education practicum today (at 6:40 in the thrice-cursed AM) only to realize I don't have time for it this semester. Lots of work, most of it dealing with the irritating practical, professional aspect of teaching. As Joe is wont to say, f/ck t3h m4nn in his a$$0Rs. If only the system could be completely exorcised from our lives.

Good news, though: I had my first percussion lesson yesterday. Eric taught me the basics of marimba technique and gave me some exercises to practice. Huttah for learning new ways to make music.

Oh, and I have a sore throat, and nearly passed out at work on Monday. I had to have a coworker drive me home. I rule.

Pantomime - Incubus

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You're sensitive, you're emotional, and you wonder why everyone else in the world exists on a different plane. You cannot eat, breathe, or sleep without analyzing each action to death. You're usually sombre, depressed, lethargic, but you can be nearly glad from time to time. You wear whatever you can find on your cluttered bedroom floor. You carry books, notepads, reading glasses with you wherever you go. You have friends, but only a few who truly get where you're coming from. You frequent coffee shops, libraries, and the less crowded bars. You're obsessed with past people, past ideas, past lives. You wish you could die and be reborn as Jack Kerouac.

Needles and Pins - Deftones

My head is finally coming up for air, and (fortunately for all those who rely on this blog for satirical inspiration) I've time for an entry.

So I passed the audition, which means I'm admitted into the music education program, the college of music, and the percussion ensemble. I'm also scheduled for private lessons weekly with the department head, so hopefully I'll be able to get my orchestral percussion skills up to speed. As an added benefit, I'm required to attend a minimum of 15 performances a semester, so I'll be hearing a lot of good music, and maybe even playing some. You all must come to my concerts and recitals.

In more pressing news (the kind you've all been anticipating restlessly), I had the promised conversation with Kara. We discussed histories, dispositions, and other necessary topics. Then, after confirming our mutual interest in one another, we brought up the subject of a relationship. She said she needs time to unravel her thoughts and sort out the confusion from her past relationship, but she also said the possibility of an "us" exists.

To round out this cataclysmic week of doom, the bassist for a local band called ...In the Red showed up in my Jazz Pedagogy class saying they need a new drummer. He gave me their demo to check out, and it's pretty solid stuff. Definite Incubus influence, and the singer's good, so I'm going to talk to him more in-depth tomorrow.

So there you have it, kids: this most insane of weeks couched in stoic terms lest you all think I'm becoming excited about something.

Apocalypse Please - Muse

Events have quickly overtaken me.

Tomorrow afternoon (well, this afternoon if we're going by your lousy Roman calendar system), I'm going to determine the exact nature of my relationship with Kara. I posted of her boyfriend a few weeks ago, but have since learned it wasn't a serious relationship. Yes, the correct verb form is past tense. Apparently, the fool's lackluster attempts to maintain contact with her over break have severed what affection she had for him. Now, with the events of the past week giving me much renewed hope, it's time for the emo kid to cast himself before the council of the fates once again.

Foolish? Most likely.

But really, what have I to lose? Methinks my risk/reward ratio in this particular situation is actually favorable, which is more than I can afford to pass up. I'm not really sure what to expect, but I wouldn't be doing this if I thought it completely impossible. Mel told me not to hope. I think I'm going to thumb my nose at her incessant pessimism this one time and take a risk.

Besides, her eyes are far too dangerous for me to ignore.

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You Are 20 Years Old

20 Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

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Time Is Running Out - Muse

So it's been a good break. Only a week left to it, though, which is not good. My audition for the percussion studio comes at the break's end, and I'm substantially nervous about it. I'm going in several times this week for practice on the timpani and marimba, but those pieces are easy enough. It's the snare solo that concerns me. It's at a fast tempo, and there are multiple 16th-note flams involved.

Practice, practice....




So, um, is it bad that I may be getting interested in a girl younger than Ryan?

Could she fall for someone with such a high nerd score?

You scored as Emerald. Positive yet caring, sensitive and simply divine, emerald-types have the qualities of a perfect friend. They value loyalty and inner contentment, and have time to stand by and listen when someone has a hardship to face. They also seem to have a good memory aswell, as it is something the gems themselves promote. See All Results/Comment Emerald 73% Ruby 70% Aquamarine 66% Athemyst 53% Garnet 50% Celestite 50% Peridot 50% Topaz 43% Which Mystic Gem Stone Relates To You? created with QuizFarm.com

I suppose it's no coincidence my birthstone is the emerald. Or is it?

Funny Thing About Love - Rabbit Hole Radio Theatre

So they aired my episode of Major Arcana before they originally predicted. I missed the official airing, but it can be streamed here. You should all listen to it so you can laugh at my poor voice acting. The overall editing is imperfect, and they used too much reverb, but it's still an enjoyable listen.

New Slang - The Shins

I hate money.

I'm going to fill out the scholarship application for CSU so they can get me some money. I'm tired of paying for school. But that's not why I hate money. I hate money because I spend it. Because I spend it, it controls me. I don't like being controlled by paper with dead people printed in distasteful colors on it.

Anyway, this is my official "excellent forethought" to any and all girls who turned down the position as my girlfriend. Had you accepted and held the position until last night, the kiss at midnight enforced by tradition would have left you infected with a respitory virus. So, good thinking.

Oh yeah, I'm going to apply for KCSU's DJ training program this semester. Should be a good time, and I can push local groups like PMC and Depeche Mode. Mel, I want you to call in sometime when I'm on the air so everybody in Fort Collins can hear your killer phone sex voice.

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