Why can't the sky at least be sunny?
Mar. 10th, 2006 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
occultatioThe bad news: I missed the Dins. Made it to Final Night of auditions again, for the second time in four attempts, but was informed in person at 7 AM this morning that there just "wasn't a place for me in the group this year." The wording, I suspect, was carefully chosen so it didn't conflict with what they told us last night, i.e. that making it to Final Night means you're "officially good enough to sing in the Dins."
And so, finally, end my attempts to sing a cappella in college.
Bugger.
I'm doing a hell of a lot better than I did last time, though, mainly because I've got Alexa here. When I was ready to stay in bed all day moping, she more or less literally shoved me out and made me go to class, which was fantastically good for me. Not only did I not miss my Irish quiz, but it wasn't even half as hard as I feared it would be. Plus, just being out of my dim little bedroom and in the fresh air was a very good idea for my mental health.
In short, I'm no longer in a mood to break things or punch pillows, although I'm still fairly deeply disappointed and kind of upset. I would have thought that my repeated (relative) success in auditioning with them would sooner or later have paid off in actually, you know, getting in to the group, but meh.
The key, I think, is to get off my ass and do something actively creative, and soon. Like reboot the comicblog. Or actually sit down and put together that blasted Dead Inside game (and finish the worldbuilding). Or write something else entirely. It's been too long since I've made something, and it's starting to wear on my psyche.
All that aside, the good news from yesterday is that my transfer application was successful, and I got into Lowell House! I get to live with and among people I actually like, for the first time in my college career! YAY!
Now I just need to figure out if I owe my roommate the courtesy of letting him know I'm transferring before he asks about rooming together next year or not. I'm thinking that I don't, but we'll see how that pans out.
In the meantime, not making the Dins is really good news for basically everybody else, because now I can continue as Music Director, and keep writing and running the LARP, and generally stay involved with HRSFA. If I had made the group, while I could probably have squeezed Notes into my schedule, I feel like I probably would have had to cut back dramatically on general social events with HRSFA.
Oh, and finally: I'm watching Revolutionary Girl Utena, on the strong recommendations of Warren and Ada. I'm told it gets a lot better after the first season -- advice which I'm sort of counting on at the moment. Still, it's fun, and if I like it enough I may try to show it to HRSFA (again) after Farscape finishes up.
And so, finally, end my attempts to sing a cappella in college.
Bugger.
I'm doing a hell of a lot better than I did last time, though, mainly because I've got Alexa here. When I was ready to stay in bed all day moping, she more or less literally shoved me out and made me go to class, which was fantastically good for me. Not only did I not miss my Irish quiz, but it wasn't even half as hard as I feared it would be. Plus, just being out of my dim little bedroom and in the fresh air was a very good idea for my mental health.
In short, I'm no longer in a mood to break things or punch pillows, although I'm still fairly deeply disappointed and kind of upset. I would have thought that my repeated (relative) success in auditioning with them would sooner or later have paid off in actually, you know, getting in to the group, but meh.
The key, I think, is to get off my ass and do something actively creative, and soon. Like reboot the comicblog. Or actually sit down and put together that blasted Dead Inside game (and finish the worldbuilding). Or write something else entirely. It's been too long since I've made something, and it's starting to wear on my psyche.
All that aside, the good news from yesterday is that my transfer application was successful, and I got into Lowell House! I get to live with and among people I actually like, for the first time in my college career! YAY!
Now I just need to figure out if I owe my roommate the courtesy of letting him know I'm transferring before he asks about rooming together next year or not. I'm thinking that I don't, but we'll see how that pans out.
In the meantime, not making the Dins is really good news for basically everybody else, because now I can continue as Music Director, and keep writing and running the LARP, and generally stay involved with HRSFA. If I had made the group, while I could probably have squeezed Notes into my schedule, I feel like I probably would have had to cut back dramatically on general social events with HRSFA.
Oh, and finally: I'm watching Revolutionary Girl Utena, on the strong recommendations of Warren and Ada. I'm told it gets a lot better after the first season -- advice which I'm sort of counting on at the moment. Still, it's fun, and if I like it enough I may try to show it to HRSFA (again) after Farscape finishes up.
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Date: 2006-03-10 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 07:16 pm (UTC)Also, if you plan on watching the movie afterwards, track down the best available display and soundsystem for the purpose.
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Date: 2006-03-11 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 07:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-10 10:21 pm (UTC)I think you should tell your roommate that you're transferring. Unless there's something I'm missing, it doesn't hurt you to tell him, so you may as well. No reason _not_ to be courteous.
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Date: 2006-03-10 11:27 pm (UTC)Sorry about the Dins. But you'll always have the Noteables...
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Date: 2006-03-11 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-11 04:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-13 08:50 pm (UTC)Heh, and that way, you can ACTIVELY tell him you're mad at his lack of courtesy. Or not, as you see fit.