2002-08-22 - 10:47 p.m.
Talking- nobody loves me :(
Thinking- yippee! i get to sleep in tommorow
Listening- yucky macon radio...puddle of mudd "blurry"
Well, I've had an interesting week so far, and it's involved sight singing, stripping waiters, ditzy blondes, musician hating professors, and cross campus classes
Sight Singing and Stripping Waiters
Wednesday was my first day back at the old Mercer amusment park. I only had piano lab and music theory, so it was a short day. Nothing interesting really happened. It was just a blah, ordinary day, that is until the sun set. It was my first rehersal back with the folks at the FBC-Macon Chacellor Choir. I forgot how slow my home choir moved, so I had to get used to the new pace of things. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be back with them. They are all most excellent singers and really funny people, although I don't think they party like the FBC-Chattanooga crowd. We know how to hold it down. Word. Okay...seriously, I'll stop with that stuff. So, after rehersal, I'm driving around the greek village parking lot looking for somewhere to park my car, when I see Stacie, Kristin, Sandra, and Serina walking through the parking lot. Earlier in the day we had discussed taking Sandra out to Cheddars for her birthday, but I didn't think I'd get home from rehersal early enough to go out to eat with them. Well, it happened that Sandra and Kristin's Habitat for Humanity meeting ran long, so I picked them up and we went on down to Cheddars. We had a great little dinner there, but found out that the waiters didn't sing for birthdays. So, Serina came up with the idea that we should just get our waiter to strip for Sandra. While Sandra went to the bathroom, Kristin proposistioned the waiter, and I faked a coughing fit to distract Sandra in the bathroom. So when Sandra and I finally got back, we sat down, and the waiter proceeded to do a little strip tease with his apron and shirt while singing his own Marilyn Monroe version of "Happy Birthday." Let me say that the boy got tipped well. So, if you ever go to Cheddars in Macon, ask for Jason...he'll strip for you!
Ditzy Blondes, Cross Campus Classes, and Musician Hating Professors.
So my first class today was Western Civ. 2. I will soon be changing that class to a pass/fail class. Besides the fact that you have to make a 95 or above to make an A, the man is satan. Part of his attendence policy states that if you miss one, count it , one class for any reason, you have to write a TEN page paper over the reading material to make up for that class. I already know that I'll be missing one class for opera if I join the class. Then satan proceeds to tell us he had to adopt this policy because of musicians. He was like "you know musicians...they have some sorta prima-donna complex. They think because they have a University excuse to miss class to go sing and raise money for Mercer at the Bambridge Baptist Church, it means they can just skip class without doing the homework. I have no problem with athletes...I love them. It's just those musicians." Well, there were about four fellow music majors in that particular class, and another couple of singers from Chamber Ensemble, so we all decided to keep as low a profile as possible. Next, my math class, which was nicely situated next to my Western Civ. class, was moved completely across campus to the Engineering building. After that class, I had to haul ass all the way back across campus to the music building. Grr. Now, for ditzy blondes. When I looked to see if my name was on the Mercer Singers list, the list wasn't up yet. So, instead of waiting around to see if I was on it, I just went about my day, only to find out that when I returned for Concert Practice that I had missed my first rehersal...and was subsequently laughed at by my wonderful friends Heather, Laura, and Andy. Thanks guys. Dr. Robert's knows that I'm sorta spacy, so he understood, because this sort of thing has happened before.
So, that has been my week so far. Pretty normal I'd say. I'd like to note that Amy was not too happy to see that I had Ghetto, er, Stadium Drive listed on the out list. This did float her boat too well, but I must say that she does have a cable modem, and I somehow can't seem to download any music off the internet. On the otherhand, she did have to kill a rat in her apt. the other day. You decide.
I get to sleep in tommorow!
-emily
