Happy Birthday to the sister, and other thoughts. 2004-05-26 - 1:03 p.m.
Book addiction progress report: I finished Catch-22 last night, and read The Crucible this morning. Today's selection is Anthem. After that either A Clockwork Orange, The Guns of Navarone, or Jimmy Buffett's A Pirate Looks at Fifty. Yes, I can read fluff, especially if it's by Jimmy Buffett.
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Today is the sister's 17th birthday! Go tell her Happy Birthday, dammit. She was born at like 1 in the morning, and apparently my parents left me home alone, blissfully sleeping, in their mad dash to the hospital that evening. Heh. I remember the first time I saw her, in the hospital. I was annoyed because the nurses had to take my temperature before I went in. But then there was my mom, with this ugly wrinkled thing, that I thought was very boring. Until it opened it's eyes for two seconds.... and then "smiled" for two more seconds.... then it was boring again. Happy Birthday, Little Dude!
A week from tomorrow I will be on my way "home" to Craptown. This is good, and this is bad. It is also bad that I agreed to work in my mom's store this weekend. Retail, thou art evil beyond all things. Bleeeeeh.
(I will not go back to Sizz-ears, I will not go back to Sizz-ears, I will not go back to Sizz-ears...)
On a happier, non-retail note. The weird idea is getting into my head more and more each day that I should go on for a doctorate. But in what? Flute performance? Musicology? Band Director-ness? Haha. I guess that means I should go somewhere in Texas. Because all band directors come from Texas, or go to school there, of course. But I don't want to be a band director, not really. It's just the other major choices for doctoral programs in music are in Florida (I hate both of those football teams- yes, football is an important element in choosing a doctoral program), and Ohio State, which is in Ohio, which says it all. Oh. Indiana? Too flat. Heh.
I'm getting way ahead of myself, though, aren't I? Sheesh. I've got another year before I finish my stupid master's. Besides, how much debt can one person lacking marketable skills possibly accumulate? :-P
*sigh* Someone find me a decent summer job type thing? Maybe I should run away to California to pick grapes in a vineyard. Everyone's always doing that in books.