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Sunday, February 3rd, 2008
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Friday, January 11th, 2008
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Thursday, December 27th, 2007
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Was it just me or was the Doctor Who Christmas Special, disappointingly, kind of meh?
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Thursday, December 13th, 2007
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Wednesday, December 5th, 2007
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OMG. I just realised I have the same birthday as Voldemort.
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Monday, December 3rd, 2007
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Today, I started repaying my student loan.
I'm totally freaking out. I didn't quite realise I was DONE being a student. But... I am. I'm grown up.
I don't feel grown up.
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Thursday, November 15th, 2007
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Also, my other student pretended to be a pterodactyl today. He communicated only in pterodactyl noises.
It was kind of a long day. Except it's not over. Lots to do tonight. Must... not... procrastinate...
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My tiny student, who still refuses to hold his bow for more than 2 seconds in front of me, because he is "too busy," except he pronounces it "bishy," heard me practicing the Nutcracker as he came in. Apparently, that's his favourite song. He knows the composer. It's by Tsaikosky.
I can't take the cuteness, guys. I really can't.
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Friday, November 9th, 2007
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Okay, here is a snippet from my awesome Remus/Tonks fic, which is going very slowly, both because I have no time to write, and because I write slowly anyway.
The fic consists of various R/T moments from Tonks' point of view. In many of them, Remus is a huge jerk. But here is one of her good memories.
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Thursday, November 8th, 2007
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I have the cutest little three-year-old student. You don't even understand. He is so adorable, and I work with young children for a living.
His mother is giving birth in 2 weeks (read: any day now) and so he is feeling a little bit usurped. He's heard about "new baby" a lot, but hasn't actually met the baby, so it's all a bit scary. Because of this, he's become a two-year-old. Two was a good age for him: his mother wasn't having a new baby, he was the baby, and life was awesome. If only he were still two. But wait... he can be!
Nathaniel, let's practice holding our bows!
"NO!"
Nathaniel, let's clap this rhythm!
"NO!"
Sometimes he sings little "no" songs to himself, dancing around my studio, and "vrooming" his toy truck around, a truck he keeps with him at all times, as if it's a security blanket in car form. I actually know some adult males with car security blankets, so I don't find his behaviour that unusual.
Today, I tried to get him to clap and say the Suzuki rhythm "Taka-taka Stop Stop" ("Mississippi Hot Dog" for you Americans). He wouldn't say it, but he had his own version, "No No No No NO NO!" which he said in perfect rhythm. Good enough, I say.
Whenever he doesn't want to do something, he says he's "too busy." Lol!! I don't think he actually knows what that means. To him, I think it just means "No, I won't do what you ask." I think if he asks his parents to do something, and they can't, they say, "Sorry, honey, we're too busy right now." A great, catch-all excuse, thinks Nathaniel. Why can't he use it in his lesson?
I love teaching, but it's really really tiring.
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Wednesday, November 7th, 2007
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I take my last post back. I hate freelancing. Running around like a mad person, double booking yourself constantly, being directly responsible for anything that goes wrong.
I have a headache.
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Tuesday, November 6th, 2007
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This week in random freelance gigs, I'm playing Mozart and Fauré Requiems.
Next week in random freelance gigs, I'm playing the Nutcracker Suite, and some other stuff. The week after, I'm playing Krommer Oboe Quartet (yeah, I know, what?), Strauss Cappriccio Sextet, and Schoenberg something or other. I haven't gotten the music for any of it yet, but that's just the way I roll, yo.
That's November. I really really like a musician's life in the big city: lots of different stuff, different people, and I am getting lots of students. At least, I really like it right now. Sometimes, I feel like tearing my hair out.
I feel so sad, thinking I may have to leave it at the end of the year to be with Tom.
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Friday, November 2nd, 2007
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I was lucky to have the day off today, since I woke up puking at about 5, and threw up all over my floor. I spent the rest of the day puking some more, sleeping, trying to get the bright bright lights to go away, trying to get some porridge down, and then cleaning the puke off my floor.
I also sent a bunch of emails last night (well, this morning, really, at 4:32 AM) that I don't remember sending. Here is one, which I sent to my boyfriend (who is coming into town tonight), my boyfriend's brother and his wife, and two other musicians we gig with a lot:
I am so drunk right now. Tom, I am attempting not to drunk dial you. It is taking me so long to type this properly. We have to get together tomorrow. Everyone is awesome.
Michelle
Notes:
1) I do remember drunk dialing poor Tom a few minutes later.
2) This email shows my incredible skill at editing even when black-out drunk. Do you see any typos? Because I don't. I actually read it over at the end before sending, because that is what I always do. And I wonder why I can't write fiction--I'm a compulsive editor after every sentence. I don't ever just let it flow. I suppose it's upbringing: my father is in printing, my mother was a playwright and now is an editor, my sister is in college for classics and linguistics and will become an editor, too. I actually remember thinking, when typing out my last LJ posts, "Oh, that sentence is awkward. Maybe I'd better leave it, so that I'll sound more drunk." I was drunk, fer chrissake.
3) My boyfriend's brother, who had been drinking with me last night, also got very sick this morning, but he had rehearsal, poor man.
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don't throw up don't throw up don't throw up aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
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I am soooooooooooooo drunk. No, the world is spinning. I don't want to lie down. It took me so long to type this. I can't type the right letters.
I'll never drink again. Yes, I will. Stop the spinning.
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Wednesday, October 31st, 2007
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Okay, so I've been thinking a lot about Remus and Tonks. I posted yesterday about how Remus is a bit of a Dirty Middleaged Professor type.
I want to talk about Tonks. Tonks is a bit obsessed with Remus, isn't she? She never got over the infatuation stage. She has the infinite hope and tenacity of a young person in love. Remus, who has given up all hope for years, doesn't believe in love, but she, almost as irrationally, can't let go of it. She's also turned totally upside down by her love affair with Remus, in a very early-twenties way.
Evidence of total and slightly unsettling obsession:
* It's all about Remus: her Patronus (fundamental indicator of personality) changes to a symbol of him.
* She loses who she is, and is unable to morph when rejected by him. The strength, vitality, and fun seems sucked right out of her.
* The morphing seems to come right back after he accepts her love (in the form of marrying her, which can't have happened more than a month or so after the HBP Battle of Hogwarts). In fact, after she seems to have bounced right back entirely--nearly deliriously happy just to have him there, though he's clearly been grumping around and acting depressed and distant. She doesn't even seem to notice this. *deniiiiiial*
* Remus leaves her safe at home with Teddy during the final battle, but she leaves Teddy with Andromeda and goes after him. People have struggled with the idea that she left her baby alone, but then always say, "Well, she was an Auror, a fighter, and she just had to defend what she believed in, yada yada," but I don't think that was it. She didn't come to Hogwarts to fight. She comes to Hogwarts looking for Remus, and that idea never seems to leave the very forefront of her mind. "Have you seen Remus?" she asks everyone, and runs off immediately in the direction she's pointed, regardless of what's going on. Tonks is there because she couldn't stand being at home, thinking Remus was about to die, and that she wouldn't ever see him again.
Anyway, the point is that Tonks is CRAZAY in love, and not necessarily in the good way. But you'd need to be CRAZAY in love to stay in love with Remus, 'cause that guy was even more fucked up than we realised, though it was all there in PoA--I just didn't see it. More on the fuckedupedness of Remus later.
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Tuesday, October 30th, 2007
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So far, no Harry Potters have come to my door. The closest I have had to geekdom is a Storm Trooper.
I hate my new neighbourhood. I only had about 15 kids at the house. They are all pretty cute, though, I'll have to say.
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I've been trying to write Remus/Tonks for quite awhile now, but I find my interpretation of their relationship to be tainted by the classical music scene. We see relationships between women in their early twenties and professor types in their late thirties/early forties A LOT.
At some point, male classical music soloists get into what I call THE ZONE. Early thirties/late forties. Profile:
1) He is married to long-suffering women their own age. His wife is also a musician, and the two of them met in university. Optional: They have one or two children, and the wife has put her own music career on hold to look after said children while hubby goes on tour.
2) He goes on tour, bringing him to many summer music festivals, where he is in contact with adoring music students, or gives masterclasses to adoring music students, semi-successful concerts which are attended only by music students, etc.
3) He is hot (young) enough still to be considered highly attractive by the female music students (all in their early twenties), who throw themselves at him in droves at said masterclasses, music festivals, etc.
4) He drinks. A lot. Goes drinking every night while on tour with said music students. They laugh at all his jokes and think he's awesome. He wants them to think it, but feels a bit guilty, knowing he's really not.
5) He has done this before. The whole... relationship thing. Even if he is not particularly cool, he has learned some moves with practice. This is good enough for adoring music student groupies.
6) He is, actually, a great guy, a good musician, and a good teacher.
7) He does, actually, fall in love. Or thinks he does. A lot. He doesn't mean to use these young girls, but ends up doing so anyway.
Ect. I haven't written about this very well. I know Remus/Tonks isn't like this... but there are some elements of R/T that DO fit the relationship pattern that inevitably happens. Let's say that R/T is a coffee with a tiny flavour shot of this type of relationship. Things that remind me of it:
1) How Remus/Tonks is kept pretty quiet, and it seems to come out of nowhere. These relationships stay secret until they don't.
2) Tonks seems to be a really cool girl who suddenly falls terrifyingly in love. It throws her completely off balance, and she loses some of herself. Suddenly, she can't morph anymore. Suddenly, her Patronus is all about Remus. Is it love? Or is there a tiny bit of... obsession in there? You decide.
3) Remus is ultimately insecure and is convinced Tonks is better off without him. The age difference bothers him but not her. It means nothing to her. This will always happen. It's so easy to be the younger one and not care.
4) Remus is a fantastic guy. I fell in love with him in PoA. (Uh-oh. I was, like, how old at the time? You see it working, even though a novel?) But he is kind of a jerk to Tonks. This always happens, too.
Anyway, it's late and I'm not getting this out very well. But essentially, my Remus/Tonks fics always have Remus come out as a bigger jerk than I think he is. I LOVE Remus, and I just can't make him that jerky. But I think he might have been that jerky anyway.
I've seen it happen SO many times, guys, and I'm only 23. Tonks has personally cried on my shoulder. Okay, it wasn't Tonks. But it could have been.
I've so far managed to avoid this sort of relationship, though if I had done it, it would have happened with... well, I can't tell you. But, of course, I did meet Tom (my boyfriend) in university, and he's also a musician, and will be a more successful violinist than me. Will he leave me for a student with I'm 40? Probably. I should get a pre-nup.
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Monday, October 29th, 2007
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Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fernwithy.
1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet & current car) Hammy Windstar.
2. GANGSTA NAME: (favorite ice cream flavor, favorite cookie): Vanilla Ginger Snap... or would it be Vanilla Ginga SNAP!
3. “FLY Guy/Girl” NAME: (first initial of first name, first three letters of your last name) M-Zap
4. DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite color, favorite animal): Brown Salmon. (That didn't work at all, did it? If only I loved animals you couldn't eat.)
5. SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born): Louise Montreal (That didn't work, either.)
6. STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first): Zapmi (Heeehee!! Awesome!)
7. SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, first tool that comes to mind, put “The” at the beginning): The Rainbow Iron.
8. NASCAR NAME: (the first names of your grandfathers): Ivan Norman.
9. STRIPPER NAME: (favorite candy, the name of your favorite perfume/cologne): Rockets. (I hate perfume, so left it at the candy.)
10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mother’s & father’s middle names ) Jean Jaques.
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Friday, October 26th, 2007
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Check out the skirt I made! Check it out! I made a skirt!!!!!!!
I'm so excited to have started sewing again. I LOVE it.
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