I don’t know how I manage to be so busy

October 30, 2007 at 5:19 pm (Smith, music, performance, rehearsal, relationships)

In general, I’ve always been a busy person, with lots of extracurriculars. I don’t think I’ve ever been this consistently busy, however. It’s ridiculous. At the library, from October through June, people can work on Sunday afternoons and librarians can get either pay for a full day (in addition to the regular paycheck) or a comp day. I really need money after my move because I have to pay my dad back (and I was totally broke over the summer and used the money up just to live), so I have been working every single Sunday without a week off. That means, of course, that I work Sunday mornings at church and Sunday afternoons at the library. I’m also singing in this group, which isn’t paid, and that takes up Tuesday nights and now a few Sunday evenings. Then I have rehearsals on Thursday evenings and I also do freelance work.

I joined Weight Watchers last week because I am the heaviest I’ve ever been in my life. It’s been a major adjustment. I always think I don’t eat much but clearly I was eating a lot more than I thought because I’m now eating a fraction of that. I try to go to the gym whenever I can, too: hopefully that will mean I go three times this week.

Add a new boyfriend to the mix and it’s busy, busy. He’s busier than I am so the only time we have together is late at night and early in the AM. He stayed here for about two weeks (he goes back to his place every morning to work on his dissertation) although we’ve discovered it isn’t always in the interest of convenience to spend every evening together. His next day off is Nov. 20 and we’re going to go see the Dutch masters exhibit at the Met. It’s so great having someone with whom I can do things I would do on my own. And I finally got to see a Tempesta di Mare concert last weekend because I got his comp. That was fun!

I sent Audra (my “niece”) a Halloween card last week with a sparkly black cat on it that said something along the lines of: “To the princess on Halloween.” She apparently got it last week and told her mother that she needed to send one back…to correct me. She is NOT going to be a princess this year and she was emphatic that I learn this. Her mother asked her if she’d also like to say “Happy Halloween” or something, but she said no. So I stand corrected. Although I didn’t know what she was going to be…I don’t think the card was supposed to be about her costume….

I am going to be a waitress. I have a uniform that I bought because I’m sick of abbreviated costumes (i.e. slut costumes that all look the same except different colors). I am going to wear it to work tomorrow. I didn’t go to the party I was invited to this weekend because it was my first day off in ages and I knew I had to get through a 12-hour day the next day (and then it all didn’t matter because the lowlife bar in my building work me up at 1 am with their loud music–I have to do something about that). The library clique had a party, too, that of course I wasn’t invited to (since I’m ostracized), but obviously it didn’t matter since I decided to stay in anyway. Sometimes the ostracism gets a little old since the clique plans things pretty much on every “hanging out” holiday, but I suppose that if my friends want to ever see me on one of those then they can plan to hang with me once in awhile on fun occasions.

In addition to all the things I’m doing, I’m supposed to start up the local Smith club again, moderate their Web site, and also moderate the singing group’s Web site. Got to get on that. But probably after the effing concert next week.

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off the market

October 18, 2007 at 8:02 pm (relationships)

So I am now officially off the market. For the first time in 5 1/2 years. It’s not as though I haven’t dated anyone or had any relationships since then. It’s just that I was involved with someone who was married, someone who had a girlfriend, someone who decided I wasn’t girlfriend material and therefore said we weren’t “official,” etc.

He is a baroque violinist and violist and he also plays viola d’amore (note previous entires). He is finishing his doctorate at Eastman in music theory (he also completed an MM in viola there). He’s pretty great. I really love spending time with him and pretty much spend all my time with him outside of work and practice. Here’s his professional site.

So, yay!

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ankles

October 10, 2007 at 6:10 pm (family, health, work)

The wedding went well. I do have to say, I wish they’d found a church with a somewhat better organ. I didn’t think organs that weird really existed. :) But the priest was great and Hillary looked absolutely gorgeous and so did my brother.

Oh, and I sprained my ankle the night before the wedding. I made such a quick recovery that I keep forgetting that. We were staying in these cabins (actually houses) by the lake. Here’s the link to the place where we stayed. My father and stepmother stayed in the main “castle” (as Carrington called it) and the rest of us stayed in the houses. I was walking to my aunt’s house, which I had never been to, and the gravel along the path was dark and there didn’t seem to be much light at all (it was at night). Then I came to a bunch of boulder and thought they were property delineators or something, so I casually stepped over them, and fell about four feet to a driveway below. I lay there crumpled for awhile and finally called my aunt and told her to send someone to help me up. Carrington came and pointed at me and laughed at me for about five minutes.

Well, that sure took care of my shoe crisis. Thank God I brought black ballet flats. So I didn’t have to wear hose, because I don’t think anything mattered since I had to wear an Ace bandage. By the end of the day, though, I could hobble around pretty quickly and I even danced with Carrington.

My brother’s friend Ryan was there: we went to high school with him. It was fun hanging with him and his fabulous wife, and with my brother’s friends Ty and Ben and Ty’s girlfriend. I also have to make a shameless plug for their movie short.

Oh, oops. I realize that the “townhouses” are part of the larger resort.

So I am back at work, coughing my head off as I always do when I start back in this place. It’s a sick, sick building. I am also working all alone tonight and I have to pee constantly because I keep making myself mildly dehydrated and have to push water as much as possible. Which leaves the desk somewhat unmanned. Maybe I should just go sit in the back and drink Scotch.

I just bought my first Zagat’s ever, which is very exciting for me. When I first learned about Zagat’s I lived in NYC. But I felt I couldn’t afford the book and couldn’t afford the restaurants in it, so I went ahead and ate out at Zagats-rated restaurants all the time, continuing to think I couldn’t afford the book. Then I never got around to buying one in Chicago. Well, dammit. I’m ready.

OMG. I have such an annoying reference question right now. The question is: When did the Metropolitan Opera first record a *performance* that wasn’t a studio sitting for a record. Groan. Sometimes I think some of our patrons actually just sit around and think up reference questions for us. Furthermore, I think this is a patron who has an anger problem and lives across the street but is terrified of leaving his apartment. And stalks my boss.

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mawwied

October 7, 2007 at 11:03 am (Uncategorized)




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My brother is mawwied. And I am hung over.

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alas! I can’t backdate it, but it was on Oct. 1.

October 3, 2007 at 8:33 pm (Smith)


an explanation.

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things today

October 2, 2007 at 2:52 pm (family, music, relationships)

So I am actually doing pretty well for the first time in a long time. I am getting interested in biking more and at my boss’s and friends’ request, bought bike shorts. I went to a spinning class last week, which totally kicked my butt, and the next few days, I was dehydrated and pretty much under the weather (I don’t think I was dehydrated because of the class, but I’m sure my bad habits made it worse).

I have been much, much happier since I stopped talking to a certain someone. It was a real heartbreak that consumed my life for a year: I feel like I was living a half life, waiting for him to leave his s/o and be with me. I thought I could be friends with him, but I tried that off and on for about nine months and was abjectly miserable. He’s a pretty lonely guy and I feel bad about it but it’s not my fault that he perpetually makes horrendous personal decisions and sticks with them. (which of course result in his perpetual loneliness. I am not his Band-Aid and he’s been using me as one for a year and a half)

My therapist is right in so many ways.

What’s interesting is that, once I swore off the fellow, doors opened up for me. I met with someone at Temple last week about the master’s degree in musicology and am gearing up to apply (no GRE required!). Other performance opportunities are opening up through this group, plus I am now the group’s Web maven. I’ve met lots of great people who are potential long-term friends.

My brother’s wedding is Saturday, so things have been rather hectic getting ready to go. It would be so much easier if it wasn’t formal. (Sorry H!) But I am sure it will be lovely.

Rarhead visited this weekend. For his 30th birthday, his mother gave him a URL. I was going to design it, but he insisted on doing it himself. This is the result thus far. Naturally, someone who is so self-deprecating doesn’t have any business selling himself on the internet!

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