Molly Walker and I had dinner last night.  She may be small height (about five feet tall or maybe less), but she has really big triceps!  "Look at that definition."  I told her that was bigger than my arm ( Read more... )

"histrionic epilepsy"

 Hey Aya.  I'm just writing to let you know I've been thinking of you and I miss you.  Now that I'm apart from you, there's no one to take me to feed the sycophantic geese, or do silly art projects with, or watch dystopian Harrison Ford movies with ( Read more... )

I came home wearing my Northwestern hoodie and a pair of Adidas workout pants that had not left its confinment in the bottom drawer in almost 2 years.  I had my Sony Walkman clipped to my waste and I smelled like the Dead Sea ( Read more... )

Apparantly 3 days after my birthday, I got a $16.30 Visa cash back bonus.

Thanks Visa.

I'm still in a funk.  I need to be sleeping, but I can't ( Read more... )

OK, two blows of bad news, back to back.  I didn't get into Colorado, and Steve Cohen has verbally accepted the applied clarinet position ( Read more... )

I have a sickly feeling that Steve Cohen is going to be hired as the new clarinet professor.  The official announcent has not yet been made, but speculation is at an all time high in the studio, and bits and fragments of circumstantial evidence is coming in.  If Eban, my favorite of the three canditates, is hired, I will be pleasantly surprised ( Read more... )

OK, I'm no longer a teenager.  Whew! What a relief ( Read more... )

We may have an inalienable right to pursue it, but to me happiness is a really arbitrary thing.  There is so much suffering in the world at any given moment that we really all should 'a quitus make/ with a bare bodkin.'  But for right now, that is, in these few minutes before I head for bed, I am happy for some reason.  I really shouldn't be.  ( Read more... )