![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Whoa, stuff happened today!
May. 7th, 2006 12:12 amYestertoday, as it were, as I'm (at the moment) only t-- shoot, I forgot about this autosave crap. :::opens up Notepad.::: D: --only twelve minutes into Sunday.
First, since today was a very rare weekend-day off of work, I got to watch my cartoons in full today. Hurray! I enjoyed reliving approximately one-seventh my childhood, minus the bowl of cereal. Cereal sucks now. WHERE ARE MY LUCKY CHARMS. D:< Wonderfully, after my guilty pleasure, I was able to go back to my compy and waste time for a few hours. I love days off.
I was very bored last night, as you'll recall, and mentioned that it was too late to call anyone. Over an hour later, Warky and Toshee called me and we were gabbing for quite a while. I forget they're on Mountain Time and wouldn't mind so much if I called them at midnight because it's only ten in the evening to them.
I'M FROM THE FUTURE. Don't worry; I won't tell you what happens. ^_^
But other than the phone call, I found a way to kill the boredom AND relive some of my past at the same time, which is cool. Ah, 2003. The good ol' days. When I pretended to be a college student. :::sigh.:::
Anyway, I got dressed and ready to go to Alia's Juilliard recital tonight. I left home early enough that I'd have more than enough time to make it because I was walking in shoes. Or, trying to walk in shoes. Because I have the tendency of rollstepping as I walk, thanks to too many years in marching band, and sneakers otherwise, I have trouble with heeled shoes. I have this cool cli-click rhythm going with each step I take. Anyway, I have to walk slower, as much as I hate it, and if I run, I have to run like a girl, which I hate more. And yes, I wore a skirt. Despite all this girly stuff that I hate, I was in very good spirits on my way to Lincoln Center because I'd see Alia for the first time in forever (three yearsish), and I had time to spare!
Time to spare, that is, until the train delay.
I forgot it was the weekend. Never mind I'd watched cartoons this morning; it seemed like weeks ago by four-thirty. But because of my varying work schedule, I can NEVER remember what day of the week it is. I was surprised I remembered to bid the customers a good weekend rather than just a good day yesterday, and to pick up my check. But I digress. I forgot it was the weekend and that there's usually some sort of diversion in the subway due to construction. I noticed a, um, notice, posted about the diversions, but was so eager to catch the train that may have been waiting below that I ran past it without a look. Turns out that the train hung around and I should have looked at that flyer because in the end, I was twenty minutes late.
( Transit nonsense. You can skip this part. You won't know what I'm talking about. XD ) On top of that, it took me a minute to find Paul Hall. The directions were spot-on, though. ^_^!
Alia was fantastic. When I walked in, I had to quiet my gasp. She looked wonderful, and sounded wonderful. I walked in in the middle of Debussy, I think. I was so much in awe; I could hardly take my eyes off her fingers as they moved so fluidly, so expertly. *_*
That's why I'll never major in music. I suck at my instrument. I see sixteenth notes and run away to cry in a corner. XD
I greeted her afterwards, and she nearly glomped me. We're the same height! It's wonderful to be eye-level with someone again! She greeted everyone, of course, and a few times, I heard her say that she'd messed up here and there, but no one noticed. At least, I didn't. I was so hypnotized. No, I'm not just saying that.
(Alia told me she lurks and has read every one of my journal entries. I see why this one would be no different. :::waves:::)
And then, food! ^_^! There was a slight issue with the room set up for us, and things were shifted around a bit, but we settled and nibbled (chocolate-covered monster strawberries, OMG!) and drank, but mostly chatted. I felt so out of place because there were a lot of Drexel people around and I didn't know anyone but Alia and her parents. I sat at a table, and soon found myself engaged with the others there, which was nice. Sometimes I forget how friendly some strangers can be. I felt very comfortable before long, which is amazing, because a lot of the time, I can be shy and quiet around strangers, keeping my conversation mostly in the small-talk area. Not this time! I was expressing my hatred of Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez and revealed my nerdiness when I explained why I was in Baltimore last summer. I went on about Puerto Rico and explained how wonderfully diverse Queens is and what there is to do here. It was amazing. ^_^!!!
Chatting lasted a long while. It was nine-thirtyish by the time I decided I really should get going -- the concert was at six, refreshments at seven -- and figured I'd be home by eleven. (Julie pushed ravioli and mozzerella sticks on me, and I took them home. I'm not going to eat them; I had my share. Of course, my family will. It's like living in a dorm with them sometimes, I swear. I also took home a near-full bottle of Pepsi. The good stuff. ^_^) Again, I forgot it was the weekend, and the trains decided to run slowly. Not only that, but I'd just missed a 7 train back home. I'd just missed an F train when I got to Roosevelt, and I'd just missed a Q2 when I got to 179th St. SIGH. I was ready to brave the cold -- I didn't bring a jacket, but I didn't think I'd leave so late, either -- but Dad offered to pick me up, so here I am.
Tomorrow's work. Augh. At least I've got 35 this week?
Sun 5/7: 1:30-8:30 (SEVEN MONTHS!)
Mon 5/8: 3-10
Tue 5/9: OFF
Wed 5/10: OFF
Thu 5/11: 1-8
Fri 5/12: 10-5
Sat 5/13: 10-5
My birthday's next Friday. :3
First, since today was a very rare weekend-day off of work, I got to watch my cartoons in full today. Hurray! I enjoyed reliving approximately one-seventh my childhood, minus the bowl of cereal. Cereal sucks now. WHERE ARE MY LUCKY CHARMS. D:< Wonderfully, after my guilty pleasure, I was able to go back to my compy and waste time for a few hours. I love days off.
I was very bored last night, as you'll recall, and mentioned that it was too late to call anyone. Over an hour later, Warky and Toshee called me and we were gabbing for quite a while. I forget they're on Mountain Time and wouldn't mind so much if I called them at midnight because it's only ten in the evening to them.
I'M FROM THE FUTURE. Don't worry; I won't tell you what happens. ^_^
But other than the phone call, I found a way to kill the boredom AND relive some of my past at the same time, which is cool. Ah, 2003. The good ol' days. When I pretended to be a college student. :::sigh.:::
Anyway, I got dressed and ready to go to Alia's Juilliard recital tonight. I left home early enough that I'd have more than enough time to make it because I was walking in shoes. Or, trying to walk in shoes. Because I have the tendency of rollstepping as I walk, thanks to too many years in marching band, and sneakers otherwise, I have trouble with heeled shoes. I have this cool cli-click rhythm going with each step I take. Anyway, I have to walk slower, as much as I hate it, and if I run, I have to run like a girl, which I hate more. And yes, I wore a skirt. Despite all this girly stuff that I hate, I was in very good spirits on my way to Lincoln Center because I'd see Alia for the first time in forever (three yearsish), and I had time to spare!
Time to spare, that is, until the train delay.
I forgot it was the weekend. Never mind I'd watched cartoons this morning; it seemed like weeks ago by four-thirty. But because of my varying work schedule, I can NEVER remember what day of the week it is. I was surprised I remembered to bid the customers a good weekend rather than just a good day yesterday, and to pick up my check. But I digress. I forgot it was the weekend and that there's usually some sort of diversion in the subway due to construction. I noticed a, um, notice, posted about the diversions, but was so eager to catch the train that may have been waiting below that I ran past it without a look. Turns out that the train hung around and I should have looked at that flyer because in the end, I was twenty minutes late.
( Transit nonsense. You can skip this part. You won't know what I'm talking about. XD ) On top of that, it took me a minute to find Paul Hall. The directions were spot-on, though. ^_^!
Alia was fantastic. When I walked in, I had to quiet my gasp. She looked wonderful, and sounded wonderful. I walked in in the middle of Debussy, I think. I was so much in awe; I could hardly take my eyes off her fingers as they moved so fluidly, so expertly. *_*
That's why I'll never major in music. I suck at my instrument. I see sixteenth notes and run away to cry in a corner. XD
I greeted her afterwards, and she nearly glomped me. We're the same height! It's wonderful to be eye-level with someone again! She greeted everyone, of course, and a few times, I heard her say that she'd messed up here and there, but no one noticed. At least, I didn't. I was so hypnotized. No, I'm not just saying that.
(Alia told me she lurks and has read every one of my journal entries. I see why this one would be no different. :::waves:::)
And then, food! ^_^! There was a slight issue with the room set up for us, and things were shifted around a bit, but we settled and nibbled (chocolate-covered monster strawberries, OMG!) and drank, but mostly chatted. I felt so out of place because there were a lot of Drexel people around and I didn't know anyone but Alia and her parents. I sat at a table, and soon found myself engaged with the others there, which was nice. Sometimes I forget how friendly some strangers can be. I felt very comfortable before long, which is amazing, because a lot of the time, I can be shy and quiet around strangers, keeping my conversation mostly in the small-talk area. Not this time! I was expressing my hatred of Derek Jeter and Alex Rodriguez and revealed my nerdiness when I explained why I was in Baltimore last summer. I went on about Puerto Rico and explained how wonderfully diverse Queens is and what there is to do here. It was amazing. ^_^!!!
Chatting lasted a long while. It was nine-thirtyish by the time I decided I really should get going -- the concert was at six, refreshments at seven -- and figured I'd be home by eleven. (Julie pushed ravioli and mozzerella sticks on me, and I took them home. I'm not going to eat them; I had my share. Of course, my family will. It's like living in a dorm with them sometimes, I swear. I also took home a near-full bottle of Pepsi. The good stuff. ^_^) Again, I forgot it was the weekend, and the trains decided to run slowly. Not only that, but I'd just missed a 7 train back home. I'd just missed an F train when I got to Roosevelt, and I'd just missed a Q2 when I got to 179th St. SIGH. I was ready to brave the cold -- I didn't bring a jacket, but I didn't think I'd leave so late, either -- but Dad offered to pick me up, so here I am.
Tomorrow's work. Augh. At least I've got 35 this week?
Sun 5/7: 1:30-8:30 (SEVEN MONTHS!)
Mon 5/8: 3-10
Tue 5/9: OFF
Wed 5/10: OFF
Thu 5/11: 1-8
Fri 5/12: 10-5
Sat 5/13: 10-5
My birthday's next Friday. :3
