| Goodbye, LJ |
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| 10:43pm 29/06/2009 |
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mood:  sad
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A few years ago, I made my journal friends-only. Now, I regret to tell all of you that it's going private. I'll continue to write in here, but only people with access to my account (meaning...three people plus me) will be able to read them. So for YOUR intents and purposes...this LJ is being shut down. Public entries will remain public, and custom-filtered entries will remain custom-filtered because those are usually filtered to 2 or 3 people anyway.
For those of you I haven't seen in a while and/or don't talk to too often, I'm sorry. Add me on AIM -- leboshi. If I'm online, I'm invisible, so IM me whether or not you see me. You can also add me on Facebook or follow me on Twitter (also leboshi). Thank you all for your support and advice over the years. I'll continue to read YOUR LJs regularly, and I hope we can keep in touch in other ways.
With much love, Ryan |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...4 handsome boatman to ferry me over4 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| By way of explanation |
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| 12:07am 24/06/2009 |
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I hate phones. I hate talking on the phone. Cell phones to me have three purposes: taking pictures when I don't have a camera, texting, and navigating via GPS. For my real friends, I don't mind a short phone conversation here and there when it'll save a few minutes of texting. I also don't mind talking if I never get to see you and the phone is the closest we'll get to hanging out irl atm. This applies mainly to my friends who are not in LA, currently for some and ever for others.
However, I have a rule. Call once and leave a message. If you have to, call TWICE and leave a message the second time. Three calls is pushing it. If I don't pick up the phone, it means I'm either incapable of picking up the phone (asleep), it would be rude to pick up the phone (eating/class), or I just don't want to talk to anyone right then. Either way, calling again is not going to change that, so leave a voicemail, and I'll call you back when I can. If you call me more than three times, you'd better have a fucking good reason. ("RYAN, THE SHOW STARTS IN HALF AN HOUR AND WE CAN'T GET INTO THE THEATER" / "RYAN, I HAVE A GUN POINTED AT ME, AND I'M GOING TO DIE.")
I've always been that way. Lucky for you, three years ago, someone made it much, much worse. She became the clingiest bitch in the world and went so far as to violate me in my sleep. Ever since, I've had a serious clingy-person phobia, and calling me too much is the easiest way to trigger it. Call me too much, and I will deliberately not answer the phone until you get the message and quit. Doesn't mean I don't like you... Just means you should stop fucking calling me. I'll call you when I stop freaking out over it.
Kthxbai. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...2 handsome boatman to ferry me over2 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| Oh, composers... |
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| 01:21pm 25/11/2008 |
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I feel so much better about my own level of nerdiness when I look at what other composers have done.
For example:
The beginning of "Fathoms Below" from The Little Mermaid (from the film, which is thousands of times superior to the Broadway version) pits a English Horn and a French Horn in call-and-response counterpoint.
And in John Cameron's orchestrations, he pits a mbira against a marimba in "Any Dream Will Do." Hilarity. (Yes, THAT'S what that fucked-up sound is supposed to be... I finally figured out where I'd heard that vaguely percussive, airy, indefinite sound before.)
I love it. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...0 handsome boatman to ferry me over0 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| Man, I'm so fucked. |
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| 06:36pm 13/12/2006 |
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mood:  loved music: "LILLIE CHARLOTTE" by LAREINE
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I am in such a horrible state of fuckedness that...ergh. Don't even know. Blah. This is just really fucking awesome. I think I'll give the news in a rather arbitrary order. Fuck chronology.
First of all... My fuckedness (pronounced "fuck-ed-'ness, as though I were writing in iambic pentameter) is a direct result of my laziness. You know my aversion to homework? Well, it seems it's finally caught up to me after how many years. In music theory, it's worth 50% of the grade. I've done 2.5 of the 8 assignments... And...yeah. Even with A's on the midterm and final, that's barely a D. A passing grade is a C. A solid C, not a C-. Meaning I'm failing music theory. Isn't that peachy? I know all the material. I can whip out applied chords, modulations, and mixed modes until Mozart turns over in his grave, and yet I'm failing. That's...just wonderful. I'm wondering if they'll let me take 5E and 5F this year and then retake 5D next year for a passing grade. That would be really nice. We'll see if I can work out that deal with them.
Second. Fiddler KICKED ASS. OMGZ. That was the best production I've ever been a part of. The actors, the orchestra, the tech work... GUH. <3 That was bloody brilliant. I can't wait to go home and watch the recording! ^________________^ We made over $2500 profit. PROFIT!!! That's insane. XD We're doing Chicago in the spring. ^____________^ This is me being unable to wait for spring to get here. XD Gina and CJ came, Jojo came, Kristen and Brandon and Tristan and Evan came... It was fun. ^___________^
Third. The cast party was interesting. I got drunk and made out with four girls -- mostly Katie, Jessica taking close second, and Havilah and Kendra matched for third. That was interesting something I plan not to do again, hahaha. Ewwww...girls. >_< But yeah. Then other shit happened... And it got me into an argument with Jesse. Not so much an argument as a mutual hurt. Long story... But things are okay. I got him flowers last night and went to talk. He ended up making me dinner because I forgot to eat (dude, he made me pasta, salad, and garlic toast out of NOWHERE, and it was SO GOOD)... And then I spent the night with him. Let me just say that it's been a long time since I've had a night like that with him. Best of all, I think I may finally be his boyfriend once I get back from winter break. :) I'd post bits of the conversation that gave me this information, but...that would be a little too revealing. Not comfortable with that. But yeah. Happiness. Jesse == happiness. :)
So now, I'm going off to read HPHBP for a while. ...And listen to LAREINE. <3 DUDE. Kamijo's Sherow Artists Society has three hot bands: Dollis Marry, Metis Gretel, and Lusia. SPEAKING OF WHICH!!!
Fourth: MOLLY, I LOVE YOU. DUDE. How much do I owe you? <3<3<3 THANK YOU SO MUCH.
Okay. Now. Harry Potter. XD
Make-up sex is wonderful. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...2 handsome boatman to ferry me over2 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| High School Musical |
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| 03:12am 08/06/2006 |
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mood:  intrigued
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I've expressed my disdain for this particular "musical" in the past, but I feel a formal voicing of my feelings has become necessary.
Disney's travesty of musical theater they call "High School Musical" is...well...interesting. And not in the way that makes you say, "HEY, let's sit and watch this!" When five minutes into the movie, the two leads are forced to sing together at a karaoke night, NEVER having met, and burst into IMPECCABLE two-part harmonies, you know there's something fishy going on. Real or not, that's something that Padgett and few others I know are capable of. (The Bayers and Damms and Intersimones being most of the others.)
Despite how ridiculous the entire plot is, I'm intrigued. The music is fun. I'm not particularly pleased to admit this, but I'd actually buy this CD. Not the DVD; the movie is a waste of 500 MB on my hard drive right now. The songs, though, are catchy 90's pop that I really miss.
You may ask... What needs NOT to happen? Seeing as how the DVD has already been released and the CD has already hit #1 on the charts, the first thing that needs not to happen is MTI producing this musical. But hey, you win some, you lose some; they've got Rent. (And for those of you who may not know me well enough to infer this, Rent is the win.) It's horrifying. I do, however, admire the aim: bringing some semblance of musical theater to people who normally wouldn't engage in it as a form of entertainment. I certainly would do something a lot less shallow (and nasal), but bringing good music to the masses is a lifelong aspiration of mine.
I'm gonna finish watching the movie now. ...Kaybai.
EDIT (five minutes later): Oh. My. God. It's set in Albuquerque, NM. *dies*
EDIT (another ten minutes later): Dude. I have never seen so many explicit stereotypes in a single televised production. This is ridiculous.
EDIT (yet another five minutes later): THE GAY THEATER NUT IS NAMED RYAN. I AM GOING TO JUMP OFF A CLIFF NOW. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...3 handsome boatman to ferry me over3 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| 12:49am 15/05/2006 |
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mood:  blah music: More Poppy.... ^^;
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IT IS STILL COMING BACK TO HAUNT ME. Every time I even THINK about "Waiting for Me," I can't help but think that I gave the altos the WRONG NOTE. >_o This is a direct result of my chronic inability to READ KEY SIGNATURES. I wrote an A# and kept teaching them Ab. >_< And that made the F# into an F#2... which is still cool and pretty but slightly more dissonant than what I'd originally intended, and either way, simply not what I'd originally intended. *Sigh* Ah, well. >_< *twitch*
But "The Nightingale" is pretty. ^_^ |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...0 handsome boatman to ferry me over0 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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| Today was...kind of scary o_o |
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| 07:55pm 14/05/2006 |
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mood:  sore music: "Wa" by...uh...someone.
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Um... Yeah. I was really sick all day yesterday. Woke up early to go see Kristen, and we sat and were obnoxious, as per our custom. But I wanted to watch Supernatural (WHICH IS SO HOT), so she drove us over to that place... MEIJI!!! Meiji. And we got purple Pocky that turned out to be taro flavored. Go figure. Sadly, the boba place was closed. (That's the place with free wireless internet with which we'd hoped to watch Supernatural.) But, on a whim, I told her to take out her laptop and try anyway. So she did. ...And the wireless internet was up even though the store was closed. ^^; So we sat on a bench outside, eating taro Pocky and watching Supernatural. ...Until the store opened and our connection was disrupted. ^^; Much fun.
But I felt sick all day. Basically everything Pepto Bismol advertises they cure. ...But I didn't have any. (...Though, now that I think about it, I think I might... No, wait, that's my mom's car. Not my closet. ANYWAY.) So after rehearsal, I lay down (at about 8) and just slept. I slept until 2 this afternoon. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, that's 18 hours. Whoo-hoo. But, for the second day in a row, I woke up with a really sore throat and with stuff in my chest. I've been wheezing, but it's not throaty... It's like there's stuff caught below my bronchial bifurcation... And yeah. Not fun. Too deep for coughing to loosen it up... Gah. I hope I'm not getting sick. Between all that, having headaches, feeling achy and sore... It feels like I am. I hope I'm not... *Sigh*
I just played DDR with CJ and exhausted myself. So much for those 18 hours, lol. That hurt much. We need to buy a fan to bring with us. >.> Rawr. I'm so sweaty right now. It's really, really, really gross. Gross^3, even. Except that that makes no sense... Assume each of those is tense-differentiated an extra time. (What's after the second one, though? o_o Gross, grossly gross... o_o_o_o_o_o_o)
Yes. I am going to...do music HW. *sigh* Oyasumi. |
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Ah, to be back now in Carrickfergus...3 handsome boatman to ferry me over3 handsome boatmen to ferry me over - I wish... |
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