Oh well. They won’t let me donate blood, either, because I’ve been out of the country in the past three years; The Dominican Republic, Mexico, and Honduras. (Side note: The nurse–bless her heart–didn’t know where the Dominican Republic is and asked me if Honduras is in Europe.) Anyway, I tried, right? And they gave me a t-shirt anyways. (They’re so nice!)
Today has been a most interesting and yet completely boring wednesday. I’ve changed clothes four times, already!
My violin lessons were cancelled today; I’m not sure if I’m relieved or not. I always get nervous before I go, but I think I was going to do really well today, so I’m a little disappointed. Oh well. All this talent, just wasted! Ha.
This morning, I got up about twenty minutes before class, so I barely had enough time to make myself presentable and get coffee before class. I made it on time though, except I could have sworn that I brought my notebook with me to class…Except, upon sitting down, I discovered I did not have it with me.
Did I leave it at the coffee stand?
The guy that sits beside me in the class works with my sister, so I guess we have sort of a special bond even though we don’t know each others’ names. I told him I was going back to see where I put it, and for him to tell the prof. if I wasn’t back by the time he called roll. Role? Roll. Quien sabe.
So I run back to the coffee stand, running its contents over in my head, to remember if I had anything really private in there. I couldn’t remember anything. It didn’t really matter, anyways, because it wasn’t there, which means I left it in the room this morning. But I swear! I could remember going out the door with it!
After class, I returned to the dorm and there was my notebook, sitting on my desk. I think I actually did leave it at the stand, and it ran back by itself. Ornery thing!
My door is open. I don’t remember opening it! Hmm.
I’m going to give blood in a few minutes. I’m so nervous, but I’m excited. I like to help; I’m an organ donor, but I’m not dead yet so this is (to me) a sort of live organ-doning.
I’m having smell-paranoia again.
Solo las nieblas saben quién esculpió la roca
Hoy siento su presencia entre las sombras
Pide perdón el tiempo por destruir la roca
Aquì en La Zarza la vida aún es sacrada.
(Only the mists know who carved the rock, today I feel his presence within the shadows. The time (or weather) asks forgiveness for destroying the rock…Here in La Zarza, life still is sacred.)
“La Zarza” by Ima Galguen
At least, that’s what I think it says. 🙂 This is such a beautiful song, really, if you can get ahold of this album, then, buy it! You won’t be sorry.
I work for one of the professors in the English and Modern Foreign Language department here at school. Today she went to lunch but left me a list of things to do…Make a poster for this seminar thing we’re having this weekend, then call so-and-so and see which rooms he’s reserved for us.
So I make the poster-no sweat, even though I’d never made one before and wasn’t sure what she would think about it. Next I call this guy’s office, and ask about the rooms. And the lady says:
“I’ve been trying to contact her for a few days! We couldn’t reserve any rooms because there were no rooms availible!”
And getting (what sounded like) a little upset with me over the phone. I wanted nothing more than to say “It isn’t my fault! I just work for her!”, for this was the first day I had even heard about this seminar. So the nice lady puts me on hold to double-check, and I sit there in the office, playing with my pencil, wondering why on earth this had to happen to me again, thoroughly enjoying the jazz music that was playing and wondering, if I were to ask the lady who it was, could she tell me?
She picked the phone back up convientely right after the song ended, and I wondered if she had planned it. “I’m sorry,” she says “We do have the rooms reserved! I was trying to contact her to confirm them.” Oh, my goodness I was so relieved.
I have oboe lessons in seven minutes. I practiced in my dorm room today–even though we’re not supposed to–and no one complained, so I might do that more often.
The most wonderful thing happened on my way to practice!
I was walking to go in the side door to the music building, when I noticed a mockingbird on the ground, with another mockingbird, and they were fighting! At least, I thought they were fighting but I think it was more like a game of tag, except we all probably know it was not tag but I’m going to pretend it was anyways. So, they’re chasing each other through the bushes…actually, it was kind of like hide-and-go-seek…and all of the sudden there’s a third mockingbird!
It was so cute!
The third mostly just watched the other two, and hid a little bit, then hopped away, but the other gtwo continued to chase each other until one finally flew away. It was wonderful. I stopped and watched the whole thing; I know I was just grinning like an idiot.
I’m wearing green today!
You know the little pink picture a few inches down? Here’s the link for the quiz. 🙂
Well a good morning to everyone! There’s not a cloud in the sky here and I couldn’t be in a weirder mood. Well, actually, maybe I could, but this one is pretty strange. I didn’t get my coffee this morning because I don’t have any cash, and so I’m sort of floating through the morning with a disjointed sense of unreality. It’s very interesting…feel free to join me!
I’m actually supposed to be practicing my oboe right now…
Do you want to know something really funny? For the past few days I’ve been meaning to write the word “right” but instead I write “write”. I just did it again. Now, this started before I made this journal thing! So stop laughing!
But anyways, I’m supposed to be practicing right now but here I am on Xanga instead! Hmm. I have lessons tonight and this is the only time I have to practice before then. I have an hour before class starts, and I won’t be able to play the thing for more than fifteen minutes before my lips quit working. It’s all good!