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Saturday, July 01, 2006

stuff

I have to write here more often, even I'm getting annoyed at this lack of posts. I can only tell myself things for so long before wanting to tell the internet. Because I know you all care.

I had an "interview" with my new voice teacher this week. My previous voice teacher, who's a terrific person and who I'll miss greatly, moved to New Brunswick. Since I have a scholarship with the teaching institution here, I was shifted over to the new head of voice. So I sang a song, sang a few scales, and had a chat about what I want to do, what I've done before, and what she does.

I'm really hoping to become more active in the singing community here. And I'd love to do that with as little actual work on my part as possible. Hi, I'm naturally lazy. So I'm really hoping that my new teacher can springboard me into some new areas.

I brought my bike out to the farm today in the hopes that I'll use it more than I have been in the city. I'm not a big fan of taking it out in the area I live. My apartment is cool, but the area is full of low/no income people who have a penchant for stopping the average person and asking for money. I'm sure they're working up to asking me for my bike, or just taking it. If it was a piece of crap bike I wouldn't worry so much (well, I'd worry slightly less, anyways), but I love my bike and I don't want to lose it. I'm approximately as attached to my wallet and keys. I don't really mind renting where I am, but I sure wouldn't want to live here long term.

I'm getting into settle down mode. I want to buy a house, and putter around in a yard and garden, and have more room than just enough to swing the cat. Unfortunately, all of that requires more income than I have at the moment. This lack of life and liberty (the discomfort I get from going outside is pretty much like being caged) is making me really antsy. I'm glad I can get out to the farm a lot right now.

2 Comments:

  • At 7:50 a.m., Blogger Gily said…

    Holy shit .. you and I are more in the same boat then I realized! the neighbourhood.. going out to the farm .. the bike thing? .. wow and the posting in the blog thing too .. hmm maybe you and I should make a bet. We each put a post for everyday since July 1st.. even if it is one word. If one messes up he/she then owes the other a quarter or something. Ah.. I guess we can get into it more later.. maybe we can make it a pot thing like what I did with brass? .. it kinda of funny that I read this from one of my rollins books while I was stilling on a toilet today.

    Just do it. Whatever it is. However it turns out is the way it is. Poetry? Fuck poetry. Fuck poets. fuck poems. If you're going to write, then shut the fuck up and write.

    Kinda poetic. Isn't it?

     
  • At 3:04 p.m., Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Well Amy.
    I hope you were paying attention to Gil's blog the last few days because he owes you some money.
    He just caught up on it now.
    (That is if you actually agreed to Gil's bet)

     

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