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Yesterday: VW was excruciating (Bryan was late because of a confusion due to daylight savings), Phonology was boring, Tom was weird in coaching (telling me I should go to a doctor and get checked for breast cancer, and suggested in a very tactful and roundabout way that maybe I got a cold because I don't wear shoes), Tonal Counterpoint was hard, Vocal Rep was long, Dan lent me his car to go get his makeup kit from his house and I got back later than call because I forgot they changed call Sunday. Long rehearsal, longer-seeming makeup class (8-10) but with much cooler guy than makeup Nazi we had before. 22, amazing skills, good knowledge of the period. Speaking of which.
Mama's been out to various Salvation Army locations looking for a walker for Grandjo's therapy and finding me potential recital dresses on the way, so there was an impromptu fashion show last night when she made me try them all on since I was home waiting for Dan to finish studying for his evil test in the morning. I already had 40's hair from the makeup class (there will indubitably be pictures on facebook when makeup and hair get more intensive, like when dress and tech start). Everybody who was there seemed to think 40's hair really, really suits me. The style the dresser was going for was Liz Taylor, but it ended up pretty different. I just hate hairspray. Anyway, I had 40's hair and fancy dresses until it was time to go, which was a relief. I think we found the recital dress, though.
I spent last night at Dan's for a change (Dan, incidentally, has the MOST COMFORTABLE BED IN THE WORLD). The subconscious stress of the last couple weeks appears to be catching up with me, though; I once again have the concrete shoulder syndrome I get when stressed. Dan was kind enough to rub naturopathic stuff on before we crashed. Lying there with a good masseur and good friend caring enough to do something about it despite my rather uncharismatic state at the time, I had one of those intense flashes of gratitude for everything good in life.
Today's been slow. I forgot my 9:25 was canceled, so I went and practiced instead, and then Chemistry had another unbelievably bad conservator lecture (how many times in a row is it possible to say "um" before the mind boggles?), lunch from Whole Foods at Stephan's, Latin not having read for weeks (she let me out of translating at sight, at least, and I contributed some knowledge of geology and classical metallurgy), and afternoon loafing through a canceled rehearsal. HSC tonight. I'm not looking forward to doing Vaughan Williams or Wagner choruses with Charles. Apparently there are cookies at my house, though. Maybe I'll go over there.
Yesterday: VW was excruciating (Bryan was late because of a confusion due to daylight savings), Phonology was boring, Tom was weird in coaching (telling me I should go to a doctor and get checked for breast cancer, and suggested in a very tactful and roundabout way that maybe I got a cold because I don't wear shoes), Tonal Counterpoint was hard, Vocal Rep was long, Dan lent me his car to go get his makeup kit from his house and I got back later than call because I forgot they changed call Sunday. Long rehearsal, longer-seeming makeup class (8-10) but with much cooler guy than makeup Nazi we had before. 22, amazing skills, good knowledge of the period. Speaking of which.
Mama's been out to various Salvation Army locations looking for a walker for Grandjo's therapy and finding me potential recital dresses on the way, so there was an impromptu fashion show last night when she made me try them all on since I was home waiting for Dan to finish studying for his evil test in the morning. I already had 40's hair from the makeup class (there will indubitably be pictures on facebook when makeup and hair get more intensive, like when dress and tech start). Everybody who was there seemed to think 40's hair really, really suits me. The style the dresser was going for was Liz Taylor, but it ended up pretty different. I just hate hairspray. Anyway, I had 40's hair and fancy dresses until it was time to go, which was a relief. I think we found the recital dress, though.
I spent last night at Dan's for a change (Dan, incidentally, has the MOST COMFORTABLE BED IN THE WORLD). The subconscious stress of the last couple weeks appears to be catching up with me, though; I once again have the concrete shoulder syndrome I get when stressed. Dan was kind enough to rub naturopathic stuff on before we crashed. Lying there with a good masseur and good friend caring enough to do something about it despite my rather uncharismatic state at the time, I had one of those intense flashes of gratitude for everything good in life.
Today's been slow. I forgot my 9:25 was canceled, so I went and practiced instead, and then Chemistry had another unbelievably bad conservator lecture (how many times in a row is it possible to say "um" before the mind boggles?), lunch from Whole Foods at Stephan's, Latin not having read for weeks (she let me out of translating at sight, at least, and I contributed some knowledge of geology and classical metallurgy), and afternoon loafing through a canceled rehearsal. HSC tonight. I'm not looking forward to doing Vaughan Williams or Wagner choruses with Charles. Apparently there are cookies at my house, though. Maybe I'll go over there.