But, she knows what she’s doing, and almost appears to be a fairly decent teacher, so… it couldn’t hurt. Worst case I’ll have wasted a month’s worth of lessons. I’m still looking at a couple options at any rate, so I may not stick with her, but… assuming there’s a chance I do, at least I’ll get somewhere with my playing. Not that I couldn’t learn on my own… it’s just easier. Now, all I need is a digital recorder that’ll do MP3’s. Anyone got a suggestion?
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She sure ain’t what I’m used to.
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Jehovah’s witnesses may be a little nuts at times, but…
I can certainly see the point in this case. This time, it’s the Canadian court that wants to stick its nose where it doesn’t belong when it comes to certain people’s medical needs. A 15-year-old girl refused a blood tranfusion for religious reasons, and now British Columbia’s medical system is trying to force her to undergo the treatment. Okay, so I don’t agree with her reasons. It still should be her choice. I’ve already bitched about the court systems in the US sticking their noses where they don’t belong. And that one involved someone who was refusing chemotherapy. Again, so I don’t agree with the reason. It still isn’t the court’s, or the medical system’s, decision. If the patient, or the patient’s family, doesn’t want to undergo a treatment in question, doctors and health officials *cannot* force them to. It isn’t their place, and it most definitely isn’t their responsibility. And the sooner someone reminds them of that, the sooner they can stop wasting the court system’s time so they can actually deal with something that matters.
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I’ve done it again…
I think I screwed up somewhere along the line trying to get myself into something resembling a routine, and now that routine’s all different levels of messed up. Apparently 4:30 or there abouts is the ideal time for me to wake up, as that’s how it’s been for the last few days. It doesn’t usually matter when I decide to sleep… 4:00, 4:30, occasionally 5 I’m awake anyway. So I killed a couple hours messing around with the site again. Nothing too drastic… I just got rid of the category listings because, well, they’re just a touch redundant and really, how many people use those? Yeah, I know, no one cares. But that’s what happens when I’m bored out of my mind. I should not be conscious before 10, mobile before noon. Bad things happen.
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We be getting somewhere.
Well, it isn’t the teacher I was looking at, but it works for me. I now, potentially, have aranged piano lessons. Depending on how well this apparent meeting I have to go through goes on Monday, I’ll know whether or not she has a damn clue what she’s doing. I hope for the sake of my own sanity and hers she does. For $15 for the sake of a half hour, it’d at least better be worth my while… lest there be the hurting of things. And now that this entry has taken me 45 minutes to write, I think I’ll give some attention to putting an end to the insanity that is this house right now.
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How much life experience do you have?
You’ve Experienced 32% of Life
You have the life experience of someone in their early 20s.
You’ve seen some of what life has to offer – but you have a long ways to go.
I love it when a quiz knows me as well as me.
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Well, it killed an afternoon…
Unfortunately, that’s all it did. I now remember why I don’t tell my grandmother anything… she flips like nothing else. I made the fatal mistake of mentioning I was thinking about taking up guitar lessons… you’d think I asked her to hand over a kidney and a thousand dollars the way she flew off the handle. She got all paranoid and such about me not being able to read braille if I took lessons, and all that… meanwhile, I haven’t touched anything in braille that wasn’t absolutely critical in at least 5 years–everything I need, from bills to newspapers in most cases, I find online anyway. Though that’s admitedly necessitated by the fact virtually no one sends bills in braille anyway, so if I plan to pay to use, say, my cell, I’d best be with a company that offers an online bill. Fortunately most companies nowadays do, or should, so that isn’t an issue. Though for the second entry in a row I’ve gone and gotten off track again.
Anyway. So she threw a fit about that, and everyone there–which consisted of the 3 of us (see my last entry)–pretty much told her she was looped. Yeah, okay, so I’ll probably end up with calouses on one hand. That’s why I was born with two… I’ve read one-handed before, I can do it again. But, my dear old grandmother bless her heart likes to think she knows what she’s talking about, and half the time the information she’s got is about 30 years out of date, not that it would apply to me anyway. Of course the other half I swear she’s just being senile, but that’s neither here nor there. Anyway, so the afternoon served only to remind me why it is she knows as little about my life, as stellar as it is, as humanly possible. If only because I’m not downplaying whatever the hell she decides to exagerate to the point of complete and utter nonsense about my absolutely stellar life. That’s supposed to be my job. At least I can make it believeable. Sorta. -
Why I love saturday mornings.
Me, mom, and my aunt made the ritual trip for breakfast, just for general shooting the shit’s sake and well, because we could. As much as I despise family gossip, when we do it it actually gets to be quite… uh… well, amusing. But then, we don’t go putting our own twists on things either, so that probably has something to do with it. It’s almost a shame it only happened once this week… she’s probably the one aunt I can actually say I’m close to. Of course, half of them are just plain irritating and the other half are brainless, and like every family I’m sure, we have that one aunt who’s just a manipulative bitch and there’s no way in hell around it, so I guess there’s a reason this one’s the one I’m closest to. LOL
You’d think, my cousins being more my age or there abouts, I’d be closer to them… but most of them have yet to get beyond the stage where a good time equates to driving at speeds somewhere around 3 times the speed limit with something/things of alcoholic nature in the trunk, and well, that just isn’t me. I rarely drink for starters, and the last time I checked they don’t give a driver’s license to a blind man. I do have one cousin who’s older than I am that I’m close to, but explaining that one needs an entry all on its own and I’m already way the hell off my original topic.
Anyway, we’d originally planned (mom and I) to just go grab a coffee, and pick up a couple things at the store, seeing as my brother was supposed to have been at work this morning and mom had to drive him in. Then, fortunately my aunt called, warning us to stay put… which was a good thing because, at the same time I was talking to her, mom discovered my brother, in that way the immature tend to do, had at some point while we were asleep left us a note saying he was staying at his girlfriend’s place (yes, the bitch who manages to make the english teacher I had in grade 9 look angelic). So needless to say the day didn’t exactly get started off on a very positive note. Well, aside from the fact we went for breakfast and he was just a little irritated we didn’t invite him… ha. Call it poetic justice. Or revenge. Whatever works. I’m cruel when I haven’t had my coffee yet. You’ve been forewarned. But, anyway, aunts with vehicles meant we still got what we needed to get done out of the way today, so all is right in the world. I’ve had my coffee, and I do believe in spite of the fact he’s an irresponsible moron, my brother may have actually for the first time in his working life gotten to a job on time. Or at least not 15 minutes late. On his own. *marks it in the calendar*
Plans for the rest of the day are still in development… I’m sure I’ll have something to actually complain about later. There’s talk of ending up at my grandma’s at some point today… she always gives me something to bitch about. Hey, I never said I lead an interesting life. But, you’re the poor soul who’s reading it. -
How geeky are you?
Again, blame the too early waking up.
Your Geek Profile:
Fashion Geekiness: Moderate
Gamer Geekiness: Low
Geekiness in Love: Low
Internet Geekiness: Low
Music Geekiness: Low
SciFi Geekiness: Low
Academic Geekiness: None
General Geekiness: None
Movie Geekiness: None
There is nothing wrong with getting up in the middle of the night to check email. I mean, if you’re not sleeping anyway… 🙂
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Weekly MP3
Bare Naked Ladies – Maybe Katie (please download and save before playing)–well, I can’t see the concert mentioned in my last entry, but I do have a concert story of my own to share regardless to that. I saw BNL in… oh, hell, like… maybe 2004 when they were playing in Ottawa. For the record, they throw an awesome concert. But, anyway, digressing already. It was completely by accident… well, not entirely by accident… I’d gotten the tickets for free from the local TV station, and had all of maybe a week or 2 to find someone to go with. I had 2 tickets and I’d be damned if I was gonna let one just sit there, y’know. So, I ended up going with my brother… and, I dare say, it was probably the most actual fun the two of us ever had that didn’t involve one of us deciding to punch the other out. Mind, he was a lot less irritating then–or maybe I was just home a lot less so didn’t notice it as much. Anyway, after one of their funky little intro scenes that, to this day, I swear still tries to mock our beloved (*cough, cough*) millitary, this was *the* first song they played at that concert. And before the song even started, the crowd was ear-splittingly loud. It was awesome. Anyway, within a week of having gone to that concert, they started selling copies of said concert either in MP3 format, or on CD, along with a load of others. Also, oddly enough, this is the kind of song you just absolutely have got to play roof-raisingly loud. I think it’s to do with the heavy guitar in it, but don’t quote me on that one.
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I knew I shoulda stayed in school.
The lucky bastards at a Toronto area highschool are getting a free Bare Naked Ladies concert to start off their school year. Gees, I know it makes me sound old, but if they had crap like that going on when I was in highschool I wouldn’t have bothered taking as much time as I could between waking up and showing up for class. I mean, sure I’d of still bitched a fit about it–james is not a morning person. But a free concert and a cup of coffee would more than compensate for that. Because it’s free. And it’s not class. And… and… damn those Toronto kids! Okay, I’m over it now.