Beethoven's 9th - round one

Hell has begun. Concert and chamber choir have begun rehearsing the symphonic work: Beethoven's 9th symphony. It is exciting and wonderful of course, but it's also swine flu season. Our rehearsals are missing 1/5 of the people that should be there. But it should be fine.

Just returning from the land of the dead (recovering from my own bout with the flu), rehearsals are killin' me. After rehearsal I'm supposed to have an hour with my accompanist, Carol, for private lessons. Put some time in with her today... and panic. Lost a week of practice and it was like sight-reading some of it for the the first time. Harrowing. Panic. Fear. Throw that on top of being behind in almost every class now... how does one catch up on all this?!?!? (slowly, the answer is slowly).

Well, lessons are on wednesday. I know what I'll be doing tonight after work (aka 10pm until midnight). And this weekend. Aside from carving pumpkins and maybe seeing if there is a way to get to Taylor's show. USU is performing Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street (a personal favorite).

Must get in gear. Must get on ball. Must get this wagon train a'movin'! Time to look alive. The invitational is over. The swine flu is over...... Must put on my running shoes and race to the end.

Loves, Nanette

p.s. Got my English 102 essay back today 19/20. One of the highest scores in the class. Eat it! :)

Picking up where we left off...

Oh my heck. Blogging again. To be honest, it's been a nice break. I've been living life fully... and getting things done. It just so turns out, that when I blog, I'm usually avoiding some other horrible task. At the moment it's reading 100 pages of music history and writing a monstrous english essay.

Also, writing is usually a super emotionally draining thing for me. It's usually pretty depressing to state my reality. So in the past year, I've been just living it up. Having a good ol' time. Here's to trying it over.

Today's stuff is accompanied by the looming of an entire middle school being disappointed in me. I forgot to leave 50 tickets at the box office to be comp'd for them. Dr. A just sent me the email asking for an explanation.

uhhh... Explanation.

I picked up the tickets. Was going to leave them in his box. Linda says give them to Dr. A at rehearsal. Rehearsal goes up in smoke. Tickets stay in my green binder of doom for the two days and get COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN... as they are on my to-do list of doom that I never got to the bottom of.

But I ran a good invitational? Don't beat me? I feel like a giant sphincter.

Don't forget to watch me on youtube. Nanettenielson2000.

Nanette