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doesnt sound good.

I've never been further from quitting.

And I'd be better off if I'd just quit. But I can't seem to let go.

It's silly. But we all have bad days.

Tomorrow is FRIDAY!

tomorrow is REMEMBRANCE DAY

nikki4982 wrote:

don't ask why wrote:

Rusty wrote:

nikki4982 wrote:I also would enjoy moving to Toronto forever... cept, Monkey'll be sad if I marry someone other than him.

I NEED DIABOLICAL PLANS, PEOPLE! HELP ME OUT!

Burlap sack, wooden club, car. Then bring him over the border and live here. In case of immigration coming after you two, we'll do this. I'll legally adopt you and you can marry monkey. Therefore you will be my child and thus able to emigrate to Canada and monkey will have to come because you're married. I see no flaw in this plan.

you're gonna make them your slaves aren't you!

Rusty wrote:Well yes, but I wasn't gonna tell them that until after they were here.

I DON'T LIKE THIS PLAN!!!!

It's the perfect plan! Now get thee to your room daughter! You are so grounded!

happening fish wrote:ME MORE STUPID

WE FIGHT NOW

*FIGHT*

*FIGHT*

WIN FIGHT I!

FU!

Grounded?!?! But... but... I've never been grounded. Ever!

Soozy wrote:I think I broke my left vocal chord singing along to OLP on Sunday night

Is that possible? There's a left and right vocal chord?! How loud did you sing?!?!

nikki4982 wrote:Grounded?!?! But... but... I've never been grounded. Ever!

Soozy wrote:I think I broke my left vocal chord singing along to OLP on Sunday night

Is that possible? There's a left and right vocal chord?! How loud did you sing?!?!

Obviously she sung louder with her left vocal chord than her right.
Or maybe she just used it more than her other side.

Kind of like when you use your left pancreas more than your right and it's sore for a little bit.

I don't think there are technically a left and a right vocal chord...it's more like a V. Maybe it seperated?

Yeah there are two vocal cords, and you can develop a painful node on one from overuse.

That's crazy.

I MUST TRAIN MINE TO SPEAK AT DIFFERENT PITCHES!!!

How freaky would that be?

It's possible! Although I think it has something to do with using vocal tracts along with the vocal cords. But yeah, you can train yourself to sing at different pitches. Look up "Throat Singing". People can sing two notes at the same time. Some people can get up to four different notes. It's creepy.

.... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

http://www.ubu.com/ethno/soundings/tuva.html

*runs away*

But isn't one of them a false set?

Eh, I'll stop pretending I know what I'm talking about and go to class.

Well my left cord got paralysed after my last operation cos the nerve got damaged or bruised or something. It got better, but it can't have been fully better as it now feels wierd again and my voice isn't right And the only things I can think of to cause it were talking loud at the club on Saturday night - which wasn't that loud, and singing along to the OLPness for 2 hours - which seems the more likely culprit.

Could be interesting when they come to Europe and I do the same thing many nights in a row. Maybe I'll have to ask Raine to teach me some voice warm up exercises

DO RAY ME FA SO LA TI DO!

*standing ovation*

but aw sooz, that sucks

Ughhhhhhhhhhh!

I have a 4 hour break between classes today. Same as every friday, actually. Usually I take the half hour bus ride home for that time (and the hour commute back, since I have to leave home at about 3:30 to get to school at 4:10 for my 4:30 class). Unfortunately, there's something fishy going on with the transit system, as my bus hasn't been going through campus today (well, it goes to campus, but it hasn't come back through towards town). So I'm stuck here. I went to the caf, got a bite to eat, and then came to the library. Checked the CM and some other things while I was here.

I got an idea today. Something I hadn't thought of before. Something that excited me. I've been thinking a lot lately about what I'm doing. What am I in school for? I think the teaching idea is finished, so that leaves me once again with no direction. No ambition. Motivation, inspiration, gone. But today, on the bus ride to school, I got thinking. What about music? I love music. What about doing something with music. I know St Lawrence and Queen's both have music programs. Well, Queen's doesn't really interest me all that much. Seems rather ... directionless. But I have a friend who's in some sort of music course at SLC. Recently she found out that her class is doing a "field trip" to go record, produce, mix, etc their own song. I thought that sounded like a hell of a cool thing to do. And I got thinking about the directions a person could take with a program like that. I could get involved in the music industry. Production? Mixing? Mixing caught my attention, and seemed pretty damn cool.

So, while in the library earlier, I checked out SLC's website. It looks like a cool program. But the requirements make me weary.

http://www.sl.on.ca/fulltime/F0965.htm

"Admission Requirements:
Ontario Secondary School Diploma (or equivalent).
Proficiency in reading musical notation in treble and bass clefs. Applicants will be required to submit a recording of three contrasting works demonstrating performance abilities."

awha? First, I don't read music. Sure, I could learn. But I'd be in competition with people who have been reading musical notation since they starting playing music. I could learn, but by next year (which is when I'd be hoping to start), I'd probably only be able to read shakily at best.

A recording? Of what? Contrasting works? wtf? I play ... guitar. Umm, yeah. And not even classical at that (which is, I'm sure, what they'd like to hear, rather than the relatively simple rock music I play).

Also: "It is strongly recommended that prospective students have a background in Music Theory. "

heh, I did music theory for 2 years when I started playing guitar.

It almost made me quit playing all together.



I don't know. I could try for this. I'd be giving up subjects I love, but offer no clear direction, and going into something that I may or may not like, and which may or may not get me where I want to go.

Trouble is I don't know where it is I want to go in the first place.



Confused and infuriated, I left the library, and walked around outside. Also with no clear direction. As I came outside, I saw two people sitting on the steps playing guitars and singing (although I could barely hear the vocals, the guy was pretty shy I think). I had the strongest urge to go over and ask if I could play. I actually had my guitar pick in my hand without being entirely aware that I had taken it out. Of course I didn't. But I wanted to. And I still have an incredibly strong urge to play guitar. And sing. I'd love to just start belting out with Advertising On Police Cars (which is playing on my iPod right now), just right here in the library.

I don't think it would get a very warm reception, though.

But anyways, I kept walking, and ended up running into my history tutorial instructor. Both walking in the same direction, we talked for a bit. Which was awkward as hell. I then continued on to come back to the library. Stopping at the vending machine, I bought a small notepad for $0.75 because yesterday I kept thinking of good ideas, words, rhymes, that could be put together into a song. But without writing them down, I can't remember them now. Of course, now that I have a pad, I probably won't think of anything anyways. I won't try to force it.

Then I came back here and started writing this because I'm BORED OUT OF MY FREAKIN' SKULL. HOW DO I STILL HAVE AN HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE CLASS?! ARGH!

*ahem*

I think the main reason that I thought a job in the music industry outside of being an artist sounded appealing was because I got the idea that I could record my own stuff on the side, and have access to the skills and the help I'd need to get it done. And that way, even when I failed at being an artist, I'd still have a job that involved creating music, etc.

And hey, at least it was a thought that involved some direction.

But in the end, just a passing thought like the rest; it won't amount to anything.