How hot are we?

I got back from class today about 7:30 and my apartment was sweltering!  I live on top of a pizza parlour with great big, single pane, sounth facing windows.  Between the sun and the pizzza oven under my bedroom the apartment gets toasty.  I can't wait till winter when I'll appreciate the warmth.  Until then, we keep all the windows open hoping the breeze will pick up again for just a few minutes...

Shrimpies!

I bought two ghost shrimp recently to keep the fishies company.  They are soo tiny!  Hopefully they will keep the bottoms of the tanks a little cleaner, so the fish will be happier living in a bowl.  At least it will be a clean bowl.  I put the bigger one in the tank with the adult fish, and the smaller one in the bowl with the babies.  I am as of yet undecided on names for them.  Any suggestions?

Found some Pictures.

I used my camera yesterday, and found some photographs from last Christmas!  Check out these Christmas cookies!

 

And the little brother enjoying a Christmas Cookie! Isn't he cute?

 

Teehee, love you Kenneth!

A Mask for Class or The Most Pointless Asignment Ever

So my theater history professor asked us to make a mask and bring it to class. I made this one! I had a lot of fun doing it, and really there's a lot to be said about an open ended project like that. What might it say about someone who goes all out and makes a feathery cat mask vs. someone who burns holes in a paper plate? But to my dismay I got to class and the teacher literally gave no opportunity for discussion. We all admired each others' masks, and that was it! We could have talked about how it changes your perspective when wearing a mask, or how masks effected theater's development or SOMETHING! But no. We saw some pictures of famous masks, looked at ours, and left. Masks are clearly an integral part of theater, but making one didn't bring any extra understanding. Pointless. At least I got a chance to practice some stitches I hadn't used before. Do you see that beautiful line of lavender feather stitch? I've never had feather stitch turn out well for me, but this time it did. I was so proud.

No Pizza?

I got home late last night. I was working on homework in the library after orchestra. It made me lonely and hungry. Unfortunately by the time I got home (9:20) Lucy had already eaten. I am so tired of the leftovers we have in the fridge. I feel like I've been eating the same food for a week. It was Tuesday, so why don't I just go downstairs for all you can eat pizza? I grabbed a book to read and headed downstairs! I don't like eating at restaurants by myself usually, but I figured it was ok since I was 1) getting my money's worth and 2) I lived upstairs. But when I got down I was denied my heart's only desire! All you can eat pizza only goes till 9. It made me very sad. Now I'm procrastinating on a paper, so I apologize if this isn't the most interesting post ever. I'd rather be writing uninteresting things here than observant, well thought out stuff about Mozart.

Dancing Dina!

I went dancing! Huzzah!

I cannot express to you how fantastic is was to get back out on the dance floor. Monday nights is ballroom dancing at the East Field house here at UCSC, Wednesday is swing, and Sunday is tango! I would love to learn to Tango! I think I smile more during the two hours I dance than the rest of the week. I am already looking forward to Wednesday.

Survived the first Week

Tomorrow begins week two of Fall quarter. I survived the first week.

I spent last night at my high school watching the FUHSD Band Exhibition. It was fun, but a little irritating listening to the new parents say all the stupid rude things that new parents say. Word to the wise, never say anything negative about any youth band or sports team or dance team or anything at a public venue. You never know who is sitting next to you. Could be that ugly girl's mom, or the out of tune trumpet player's best friend. all you'll do is give your school a bad name for being negative. My band director drilled into our skulls that we were never to say anything negative about any other band ever. I noticed that while I watched, if I only said positive things, then I noticed the positive things more. When I focused on what the band was doing well, or the neat creative things that had a lot of potential, I enjoyed watching more.

The other thing that bothered me was that my alma mater (the smallest band at the exhibition) performed right next to the largest band there (who also happened to be our rival high school *sigh*). It's easy to sound good when you have 150 people out on the field and you use canned sound effects. It definately made my poor little band sound wimpy. Oh well, that's life. Sometimes I miss marching band... but I'll be glad to go to orchestra on Tuesday where people actually play dynamics and at least attempt to play in tune!