I'm not sure what to think of it yet. All I know is that the WORLD WILL END in twenty days when Obama takes office. Rivers will flow with lava, Nazis will ride on dinosaurs, and by 2012, we'll all be dead.

...Despite having about twelve classes

So I should probably update now.

Thanks a lot, work.

I really want to go so some retarded X-Mas meeting out in Bumblefuck instead of Harry Partch rehearsal.

There better be some fucking good Chex-Mix this time.

*rabble rabble*

Between that and the election episode, and of course the giant guinea pigs, bad Chinese stereotype costumes, and lines about killer titties, I heart South Park's new season.

But the new Futurama movie had me sad. The first half was totally awesome, but the second half seemed like it was from a completely different movie. Okay, the second half was still funny, but the last five minutes were just awful (for the most part). Maybe I shouldn't watch half one week and half the next, that might help, but no plotlines from the beginning had a follow-up at the end. In fact, the whole ending came just way too abruptly.

That's okay, though, because Bender's Big Score and Beast With A Billion Backs were both way better, and the last movie looks excellent. Okay, well this one looked excellent too, but the last one has to be excellent on principle alone. It's the... errr... last one.

Choir is over, so I got to go home for three hours in the middle of the day.
Then I read that we had an awesome review in the Star Ledger for our choir show.
Then I had some Jello.

...That I have never seen an Asian midget before.

So I searched for one on Google.

And I found one.





I am so disappointed. I thought I was going to go through my whole life never seeing an Asian midget, but I was wrong.

Alas.

Oh, wow. Gee.

Nobody ever told me that these assholes have been compared with the Beatles.

I hope whoever made the comparison gets shat on at some point, just like the Beatles have been.

OH SHIT YES. RUN!!!

So, today is piano fail day. Then I'm going into the city to do some research for my music history paper. Then I have to get up at like, four-thirty tomorrow. Bleh.

Piano fail.

No other way to describe it.

1) You never made the effort. The distance wasn't that much.
2) You lead me on.
3) Go fuck yourself.

So after spending a couple of hours this weekend studying Gregorian chant and 13th century polyphony, I've decided that, umm... I don't know what I decided. This exam is going to bite me.

On an amusing note, I got my tips this weekend at work in singles. So I walked around the store, asking everyone why they thought I got my tips in stripper money.

Pretty much self-explanatory. This exam is gonna kick my ass.

So I logged into Epinions after getting some email about having ten bucks that I could redeem. Turns out it's $32. And one of my reviews alone made about ten bucks, which is pretty crazy. So I found an old, almost finished review and put it up this morning. If I could make a little extra money on the side, that would be pretty neat. Too bad it took longer to upload the damn thing than it did to finish writing it. The site was so buggy- it published my review twice and it was a pain trying to edit it. Blargh again.

But yeah. Money.

It's kind of nice not working on a Friday morning, but my next paycheck it going to be really shitty if I work only one day a week next week, shittoo. Carmina week is gonna kill rape kill my check... maybe I'll pick up a weeknight sometime next week. Oh, and I was asked to work a shift tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'm doing it. I really don't want to... I can't stand working with the shift supervisor.

So yeah... I get to play in practicum today. I'm comping for a freshmen... Blue Bossa. Goodtimes. Next week, I get to break out Well You Needn't. Thelonious Monk <3.

So, I got a whole page done on my music history paper. Rough draft is due in the middle of November. And it was really easy, getting enough crap together for a page. Almost as easy as forming a Peruvian flute band and selling crappy CDs. I'll be a little alarmed if it stays easy, though.

Stalking his prey.

Who lives in the east 'neath the willow tree?
Sexual Harassment Panda.
Who explains sexual harassment to you and me?
Sexual Harassment Panda.
"Don't say that! Don't touch there!
Don't be nasty!" says the silly bear.
He's come to tell you what's right and wrong.
Sexual Harassment Panda.

At one time, long ago, we were all fish, see, swimming around in the ocean. Until one day, some of us decided to crawl out of the ocean with our mutant fish hands, where we all fucked monkeys and squirrels and shit, and the first apes came to be. Then the apes learned how to use tools and jack off, and then there were humans. Then I was born some tens of thousands of years later, sometime after the Great Depression and before the Mets' only World Series win. But in a previous life, I flashed the Beatles my boobs.

I can't wait for tonight's South Park. Even with its horribly tasteless title. Cartman's probably going to say something horrendous, and it will be good, because we all know it's Cartman and we can laugh at him. Right? RIGHT??

Comp lesson today! I get to bring my lyrics in for Scott, and we'll take a look at them. Might have to bring my guitar, though... and I don't know if I wanna bring in my computer and my guitar. And I think I finished my brass piece. Ahhhhright!

So, yeah. There's nothing else I can think of to write about this morning. How about a madlib?

A group of us were sitting aroun a raging (noun) one night roasting (plural noun) and telling (adjective) stories when we heard a/an (adjective) noise coming from the fire. We jumped up and saw a/an (adjective) light floating toward us. It looked like a disembodied (noun), and we had to cover our (part of the body, plural) because it was so (adjective). The weird figure (verb, past tense) above the flames until the fire went out, leaving us in total (adjective)-ness.

I fully expect it to be solved Drawn Together style, but other creative ways of filling in the blanks will be accepted.

I updated yesterday, too. So now I'm getting into the habit of updating. Ahhhhright!

Breakfast and LJ again. I guess this is a good time to update. It has to be quick today, since I need to get to school and all. I tried feeding Millie some of my oatmeal since she kept sniffing at it, but it turns out she didn't want it. Bitch doesn't know what she's missing.

Quaker Oats > SBX Oatmeal

Though that SBX Oatermalz is pretty damn good.

*ahem* Now that I've written half an entry about oatmeal (which hopefully I'll never do again)...

The Breast Cancer Show Ever!!

I can't believe they're calling an episode that.