June 30th, 2007 22:47
Advil with codeine is great stuff. Now I really hope that tonight for the first time in a while I won’t wake up at 3AM sweating in pain…
More brass chatter
Maybe LJ is like an addiction. The more you do it, the more you want it. I’m afraid I’m posting too much now—but then, it’s my LJ! Whatever.
Yesterday I made a sad attempt to play a trombone. It was a ludicrous disaster. Most instruments I can pick up and kind of have a sense of how to do it—that is, even if I can’t play a note etc. I know what I’m supposed to do to do it. But trombone it was different. I just couldn’t work it out! I would blow/put my mouth exactly the same way and a different wobbling growl would come out every time. It was baffling. I kept stomping my foot and shouting ‘Play F! Play F!” in an attempt to help it along (other instruments with harmonics, if you concentrate hard enough on what note you want, will play that note) but it was an utter failure and I eventually gave up in frustration. I now have a new respect for anyone who can play trombone even halfway.
Went the other day to eavesdrop on the group that plays Thursday night and was sorely disappointed. No matter how bad at sax I am, I could not bear to play with such a group. It isn’t due to stuck-upedness but to the sheer pain in my ears/head at listening to such a din for 10 minutes, let alone 2 hours. The tuning! Can’t do it. Nope. So the hunt must continue.
Lovely sunny windy Saturday today and I bought a hammock to hang up in the yard. I’ve wanted one for *years*.
Why can’t the weekend be, say, three days long?
Why am I LJing at midnight on a Friday?
I almost forgot. I have a song for viacimo too, even though she was never my S.O. and she didn’t break my heart. Or something like that. Besides, it barely counts because it is classical – Etude in C-sharp minor, Op.2 No.1 (Scriabin). I still remember how we used to stay after school when we were about 15 and how I’d lie on the stage in the auditorium while she played, and how it echoed in the big empty room. Or how we’d both sit there at the piano and play the Funeral March together, her on treble, me on bass (or vice-versa) — play it at superspeed… in three! so it sounded like a carnival, not a funeral march.
Ah, those were the days.
During the day I think of all sorts of hilarious things to post to LJ but then I forget them all before I manage to actually post. Annoying, really.
It’s funny how all my dearest LJ posters are long gone and/or don’t post anymore… viacimo , zanj , laith , amadea (well she does sometimes), j22 , bcvernon , dj_duodenum …
It makes me feel lonely in LJ-land.
Well at least there are still mrtee and athanata still from aeons ago…
I have eaten about 6 Krispy Kremes in the past couple days — imported some 1000 km from Sydney, home of the only (as far as I know) Australian Krispy Kreme. Ahh, Krispy Kreme. I still remember that first day.
I’d still go more for a Dunkin’ Donuts chocolate honey-dipped. As I was saying to G. the other day (YES, G. actually emailed me!)
Bed.
Songs and lost men
Well that was terrible. Nothing like a good invasive icy pelvic $145 ultrasound when you really have to pee.
And what’s more, I have to go back for another one Monday morning! Upper abdominal this time — so while I won’t have to pee, it will be because I will have had to fast completely beforehand!
Anyway, I was just listening to music and thinking back to the time when certain songs ‘belonged’ to certain people. It’s interesting, really. If you had to list which songs were defined by which people, what songs and what people would they be?
Here are mine:
Zaubi (although most important, not really a song type person)
Something Stupid (Frank Sinatra)
Nobody Does it Better (Me First And The Gimme Gimmes)
[He introduced me to Grönemeyer though, so maybe that counts.]
G.
I’m Blue (aka the Dark ELf Song) (Eifel65)
Muta (what songs don’t belong to Muta?!)
First, more than anything else, Ghost (Indigo Girls)
We Belong (Pat Benetar)
Nothing Compares to You (Sinead O’Connor)
Turn Around (Bright Eyes) (Bonnie Tyler)
Round Here (Counting Crows)
Beau (he has no code name and he was never my boyfriend [cough] but nevertheless)
The First Time I Ever Saw Your Face (Roberta Flack)
So Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer)
mrtee
Moon River (Mancini)
I can’t remember having any other boyfriend associated with a song except for B.C. a million years ago, who gave me And So it Goes (Billy Joel) after I broke up with him. Oh, and the summer I was 12 and was madly in love with this kid Jesse and for some reason the song If You Don’t Know Me by Now (Simply Red) made me think of him.
Oh yeah. And then, of course, the Most Unsuitable Man of them all – my dad. He kinda owns the original sad song, because when I was tiny and he was still around he used to listen to You were Always on my Mind (Willie Nelson) and I could sense that he was sad.
chug chug chug!
I’m at home! Even though it’s only 2:18PM!
The bad news? Have to go in for an ultrasound (two rather) at 3:30 today. SO I just decided to take a half day vacation so I could come home, do abominable amounts of laundry, and catch up with my dear friend viacimo.
The worse news? I have been instructed to drink 1L of water by 2:30… and I haven’t started yet!
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I can’t do it. I can’t drink 1L of boiling tea (can’t stand water) in the next 10 minutes. I just ate a big bowl of stew. Does that count as water?
AAUGGGGHH TWO MINUTES AUUUGUGHH
More doctors
Found another potential group to play sax with but THEY are on WEDNESDAY TOO. However, they have a few groups, and while the one that sounds best (big band! yeah!) is on Wednesday night, they have another big band type group also on Thursday. So I shall go eavesdrop upon them this Thursday.
They say they only take people by audition, though, so I may well be in trouble, especially given that I still cannot read sax music (I’ve been reading out of the trombone book because I hate reading sax fake-o clef so much).
Am actually taking off half a day of work on Thursday, so it will work out rather conveniently. The doc this morning gave me a needed referral to a hghly-recommended specialist but I have to get a couple ultrasounds first, ick ick, which I have set up for Thursday afternoon.
I know that I got an ultrasound a couple years ago but I can’t remember why I never followed it up with laparoscopy. I think I just got sick of the doctor thing.
I have spent a bunch of time over the last few days glancing over my old LJ entires—locking down some that really should have been locked down in the first place, and unlocking almost an entire year of ones (2004) which I had locked down then out of simple paranoia. It’s funny, looking back.
Off to the doc
This is an amazing day in Brisbane. IT’S RAINING OVER THE DAM.
Of course, it’s also raining abomninably over my house and over the battalions of laundry that I hung out on Sunday when it was actually nice out. Why, why, why must it rain every time I’ve almost caught up doing laundry?
Must betray Aussies everywhere and obtain clothes dryer.
It was agony pulling myself from lovely warm bed this morning but at least I won’t have to drive through traffic to work—have finally broken down and made a doctor’s appointment so I can try to get a referral for a specialist Re. endometriosis. I’ve been putting it off forever, hoping that if I diligently ignore it it will go away, but it has only gotten worse. This weekend one of my pastors (who is a surgeon) roundly scolded me for avoidance and instructed me to take myself off to the doctor since the future will only bring worse if I do not.
Bleh. I hate how this pain radiates all the way up the right half of my body to my head. Nauseating, really.
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