yesterday was bad. today is going to be great i think:
2 hours of rehearsal with the TSO and a crazy old witch. “opening” for the TSO with these guys, playing the actual symphony show, then opening again and playing again. THEN, heading back up to bloor st. to rock more tuxedo and play the university of toronto symphony orchestra concert winter show. then an afterparty? i hope?
i may have stayed up until 6am watching slumdog millionaire and talking to a girl, and i may have a 16-hour day of recording, practicing, rehearsing, practicing, rehearsing, and recording ahead of me (in that order), but damn these bacon & eggs and toast makes me feel 100% right now. i just need to keep eating like this every 4 hours.
SLUMDOG MILLIONAIRE WAS BAD!
how did anybody think this was good. the last 20 minutes were sickening.
the men in black dance during the closing titles was the only good part.
a couple funny interactions recently:
the yorkville mcdonalds, three times now: i buy breakfast (and am dressed well), and i am handed a newspaper without asking for one. i guess if i look like a young professional i must want a newspaper?
walking home, one of those sick kids people (who i know are paid to just be friendly and nice) strikes up a conversation with me, “hi! you coming home from work? looking good!”. whatever, a donation solicitor being nice, but specifically “coming home from work” is funny to me. when i wore jeans and a stupid ski jacket that never happened. a peacoat and and expensive pants and it happens twice in a week.
royal bank, this afternoon: my bank teller asks me if i’m coming home from work (!). i respond no, i’m on my way home from class, and he asks where i go to school and what i do. after we talk about music for a bit, he asks if i like indian music (he is indian). i tell him what i’ve studied and played in terms of indian music, and we talk about indian drums for TEN MINUTES. then it gets weird and he starts talking about a type of singing that can make it rain or make forests catch on fire.
four english muffins with butter, big glass of chocolate whole milk, and something mildly boring to watch. brush teeth, mouthwash, then write in this thing. “BEDTIME BONANZA”
i ended up singing on a bluegrass album today. was engineering and they wanted to try a bass voice, so i sang some bass harmonies, hilarious.
i’m realizing that i’m getting tired of being single for a number of reasons. i think i figured this out a few weeks ago, thus the ‘no girlfriends until after valentine’s day’ resolution. i really am looking forward to making myself a steak and drinking a case of beer by myself. that sounds sarcastic but it’s not.
my new pants came in the mail yesterday. they’re great, slim black jeans that don’t have too much of a denim texture. they’re sooo tight though, taking them off seriously takes 30 seconds compared to maybe two with normal jeans.
i haven’t worn non-tight pants in months – sometime in december i spilled pasta sauce all over my normal jeans and i didn’t wash them until last week (still stained). i’ve been in to handwashing clothes in my sink lately, and i did the same to these jeans, but i guess i haven’t had them as long as i thought? they did this in my sink:
four more rinses and they stopped making Jean Water. i forget what it feels like to dress modestly.
busy weekend. on saturday i DIDN’T go to work for the first time in forever, instead loaded in at the gladstone at noon and soundchecked, then played the children’s book booklaunch thing. that was hilarious:
right after that i met up with some OLD friends, from first year. was great to hang out with those guys. the gladstone was weird though, some bluegrass music and a lot of old people. the staff played a lot of bowie before the live set started though.
left from there to a potluck. the dufferin bus is SCARY. i was mainly incredibly cold so i decided to get on the bus so i could pick up my potluck contribution and buy beer, but i realized i could make those stops and then use the same transfer to get on the subway. awesome! potluck was fun, i made $10 by eating a spider. woke up with my pockets full of taco shell crumbs.
today i worked, then went out with some folks. ate and chilled at the green room, then watched the allstar game at some bloor st. bar. i had to get money from an ATM, and took out $40. i grabbed my cash, and only felt one twenty. the other one was in a different spot, harder to get at. evidently this is a common issue, because there was a THIRD twenty even further down! free dinner!!!
i don’t know why i don’t watch more hockey – i really enjoy it. after getting our canadian identities roused, we went and played a bunch of shinny. there ended up being three other people playing, of similar skill levels, so we had a great game.
but i want to record the dates in this.
staying up too late, but being productive. booked flights to go to virginia for reading week and to hang out with my sister and friends that go to mary washington. airport tax at pearson is $120, yikes.
increased all the reps in my daily workout by a good amount today, the old one was getting easy. it was a huge difference, i was totally winded when i finished. felt great.
got huge bad news today, ugh. i don’t know how i wasn’t in a bad mood all day. insane.
i watched a “classic albums” on a night at the opera, and it was so fun. i can’t remember the last time 45 minutes went by that quickly.
i had an epiphany today. i was on my way to a noon concert and had left myself plenty of time to get there – the subway usually takes 10-15min from my door to the faculty of music, and i left at 11:35. something was wrong though, so by the time i got off the train at st. george it was 11:58 and i was in a hurry. as i was going up the stairs to the bedford rd. exit, a girl going the opposite way dropped her mitten on the stairs without noticing. i told her “you lost your glove!”, but she didn’t hear, so i picked it up and ran back down and gave it to her. this is everyday weak-samaritan stuff, but i realized later that because i was in a rush, i would NOT have done that for anyone but a cute girl my age. i had no actual interest in her, but i guess biologically (?) i was compelled to be nicer than i would to a guy or a less-attractive girl. it feels like i just realized i’m racist, except i can rationalize this.
my favorite conversation from the last couple days:
setting: a sushi restaurant
c: i don’t like the feeling of tobiko in my mouth, when it pops.
a: it’s like you’re killing hundreds of fish babies.
c: well, they’re already dead!
ME: actually they “aren’t alive yet”. roe v. wade, 1973.
hopefully i’m caught up on sleep, i woke up really early of my own accord this morning. i woke up from a dream that was so immersive and good but still realistic that i was actually angry when i realized it was only a dream. not a fun way to wake up!
a week feels so long right now. i’m 10x busier than last semester. i’m fine with it, i just don’t enjoy the cold!
