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A favorite thing.
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This is absolutely fabulous. Happy Monday, folks!
Post-recital: lots to work on/think about for upcoming auditions. Going to pay my parents a visit for the first time this year in less than a week! Moving in about a week. Tons of music to learn/memorize for July. And I may be resuming Bohème rehearsals soon.
With that said, it’s time to hit the practice rooms and get cracking.
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David drove home to surprise mom for mother’s day… the look on her face. I wish I were there.
And then there’s princess Leia in the corner there haha.
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TRYING TO LET A GUY KNOW I’M INTERESTED
SOBER:
DRUNK:
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Happy Sunday, Mama
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Mom: Well I haven't heard from David all week. What's he doing? Boys... I'm telling you, Jen, don't have boys. Girls are calm and responsible and easy to take care of, and they don't forget to call on Mothers' Day.
Me: uhhh... sure? You know, Mom, I'm not awfully hot on kids so... don't worry too much?
Mom: Your brother is probably still sleeping. Lazy bastard.
Me: Uhhhhh...
Mom: So thanks for calling, jie. I know you're busy. I love you!
Me: I love you too, Mom. Talk to you soon.
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a minute passes & my phone rings.
Me: Hello?
Mom: THAT SNEAKY BASTARD CAME BOWLING DOWN THE STAIRS AND NEARLY SCARED ME SHITLESS. I THOUGHT WE WERE BEING ROBBED.
David: HI JIE!!!
Dad: (laughing)
Mom: You can have sons, jie. They're OK, too, I guess. For now.
Me: Uhh...
Mom: Did you know about this?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Did your dad?
Me: Yes.
Mom: Sneaky bastards, the lot of you.
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I love this stuff. It’s even funnier, because I can picture our dear vp saying all this.
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For @sarup1212 & @koriann14: When my best friend & I start day drinking, and her bf looks skeptical
We’re just like:
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Clearly, I need to stop reading poetry. (BUT I CAN’T!.)
I wrote the following in an e-mailed, stream-of-consciousness-style reflection/discussion on T.S. Eliot with my professor:
“It used to be that to be sad was sad, but now it’s as if I reap a certain sense of satisfaction from the morsels of futility, hopelessness, and unknowing that are scattered in life. I relish the mopey feeling of wallowing in that very disconnected, almost painful solitude of modern existence. It’s like the special slowness that accompanies one-or-six-too-many glasses of wine. It’s kind of a crappy feeling, but only if you stop to really think about it. With the right mindset, it’s a pleasant sort of sleepy nausea that makes you want to rest your head on things, which is not entirely unlike life as a faceless, 21st century plebeian.”
