Last night, I went with my parents to see the Opera in the Park! It was SO amazing. Wow. The San Francisco Opera always puts on a good show, so that made up for the fact that we didn't technically see it live. It was simulcast from the opera house onto the big HD screen at the Giant's baseball stadium. Tosca is not my favorite of favorites, but definitely up there on my opera list. :P The chick is the hero, so I'm sure it's also a major feminist favorite too, haha. The singers were absolutely FANTASTIC. The woman who sang the part of Floria Tosca...:O wow. My eyes watered a bit during her stirring aria about why she had to endure such pain. AHHhh, one of the few things in life that can make me emotional- opera.

*le sigh* So more on the topic of the boy... Uhm, sometimes I go away from a conversation with him feeling like crap. When I first met him, I got this vibe that he was some sort of a heartbreaker that could get just about any girl, basically, so that's why I didn't bother flirting too much with him even though I did kinda have a thing for him. Even when flirting talking to him now, he can seem a bit distant on some subjects. Or maybe it's just because it's an...AIM conversation that I feel crappy about that. I've already figured out that I do want to go out with him in the fall when I can SEE him again, but if it just ends up being a fling, then that's what it'll end up being. Meh. Or maybe it's because it's the middle of the night and nobody's brains are on straight.

I KNOW I've said this before here, but listening to Simon and Garfunkel is like having a good cry. The album "Bookends" plays out that way, anyhow. The first section is all about remembering the past, realizing that we're all going to die, and all sorts of considerations that people have when they're old. Then there's the end...which has some of the BEST rock out songs ever.

I feel like I've eaten several donuts. Ugh. I need sleep.

OH have the first installment of a short story I wrote. It's called "The Opera". Very very rough draft. Still writing the end. I figure putting it here will convince me to finish it. :P

( behind the cut )

Katrina

Originally I joked around and told everybody that this was my theme song:


It was based on my name, ok? Sheesh...

But...
But...that was just a joke.
This needs to be my new (actual) theme song:


A man needs to sing this to me. Now. I guess I'll just have to suffice for Neil Young. Hmmpf... :\

OH, I went and volunteered and ripped tickets at the opera put on by our music department, so I got in for free! WHOOT. Dudes, I will not kid you. It was simply amazing. More on that later.

Katrina
Ps- LOLOL SEE THE NAME AND THE HURRICANE JOKES LOLOLOL GET IT LOLOL
Pps- No but really. Love that song.
Ppps- I dig the new facebook chat. Just thought I'd let you know that useless information.

I'm about to craaaaash dead asleep right now. The only thing keeping me awake is the amusing sounds of the Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band. I've just spent houuurrrrsss doing homework that needed to be done. I've got an exam coming up on Brit Lit class on Thursday and >.< I've got to study more tomorrow. Seriously, I just read book 9 of Paradise Lost aloud to myself. In that older style English, it's so much easier to follow if you read it out loud. I had an easier time reading the African epic of Son-Jara. Whoo. I won't lie, though, I love the stuff we're studying, but it's difficult to sit down and work when you're exhausted.

I was really hoping to read some of Steppenwolf today, though. I spent all my free time hanging out with people. I walked with a friend to Target cuz she had to get some stuff. It's a bit of a trek, but nothing too bad. Makes for great conversation every time, I tell you. And dinner was a hoot, getting about twenty of us at one table laughing up a storm. <3 We spent a good solid hour at the dining commons.

On the topic of Paradise Lost, though, would you have eaten the fruit in the Garden of Eden? The story is slightly different in Milton's version, but I love Eve's little monologue as she thinks over whether or not to take a bite. Part of me thinks that I'd have sense enough to do what is right, but the other side of me says that I'm such a knowledge-addict that I'd just *need* to know what it meant. In a way, the fruit represents enlightenment, power, and enjoyment. Who doesn't want that? I dunno...it's certainly refreshing to get an ol' story rewritten in an in-depth way. It makes you think about it. For one, I'm still wondering if I'm a "steppenwolf" or not.

For all that I talk about books and my schoolwork, I swear I'm still little miss extravert. :P It's because I procrastinate too much by spending time with friends that I have all this work I need to do now. >.< Gah! College gives me so many awesome options to choose from and I'm only human with only twenty-four hours a day. I ignore the fact that I need sleep often. You can sleep when you're dead!!

Katrina
Ps- Oh Bonzo Dog Doo-Dah Band...good stuff.

Oh dear God...

I really want to read this book.
But it'd be like preaching to the choir. Even the comments on that page are fascinating.

My comments to come later.

HAPPY APRIL FOOLS DAY! :D I feel proud of my facebook status today. LOL ISN'T THAT SAD?!??! The only thing I've managed to create is something of ABSOLUTELY NO MERIT!

CLASS NOW.

Katrina

Alright, alright...I'm rethinking this Twitter thing already.
I'm doing away with the Twitter posts to LJ...because that's really unnecessary. >.<

That and taking time out of doing actual things to sit there and be antisocial, typing away on my iPod touch is definitely NOT cool. I do not dig, yo. PLUS, I don't really carry around my iPod with me so, if I'm tweeting, that probably means that I'm being a loner and sitting all alone in my dorm on the computer. Do not want.

Anyway, that was the purpose of this post.

I was pondering human self-worth today during class and actually getting a bit depressed about some of the conclusions I was reaching. (Don't worry, it was a boring class) What with all this Twitter nonsense, we're basically proclaiming to the world that we think we are so awesome that people will want to hear every thought that pops into our heads. WHAT?! In a society that perpetuates importance and fame as a sort of new currency, this is like trying to make yourself rich. PERHAPS we should question that whole thing about self-worth instead! It's another form of narcissism! To be honest, I need need NEED to type/write/create. I would keep a journal even if I had been stranded on an island and nobody would ever read it. That's just me. No comments on my internet crap? Whatever. Ob-la-di Ob-la-dah, right? But WHY do we think people actually want to hear "I'm eating soup" or "I forgot how awesome this webcomic is"? NO OF COURSE THEY DON'T!!1! And some people have even gotten to the extent where they've realized this, so they fill every social networking site with ENTERTAINMENT. Because everyone knows that entertainment sells in this world where fame is the new dollar. So what are they? LIARS. They're filling everything with a joke. And none of their true thoughts are shared...hence DEFEATING THE PURPOSE of a social networking site.

Yet again, this is where I collapse into the fetal position amidst the bombs raging around the war-beaten and somehow silent scenery and mourn the loss of face to face conversation with real people.

Yeah, I've actually noticed the percentage level of my happiness going down if I don't get a chance to talk to anyone. ANYONE. Even saying "Thanks, have a nice day too" to the cashier at the store helps for those quiet-lack-of-good-conversation days. People may think I am capable of spending a lot of time on the computer, but it's all still in search of people to have a conversation with. Extroversion, you are a CHORE sometimes. ugh.

Katrina
Ps- Happy Cesar Chavez day!! Lol, cuz I know you all care... I stayed up late with friends in uh..."celebration" (?) of the holiday sleeping in tomorrow.

• 11:48 Can't believe I actually have one of these things...after months of resenting it too #
• 11:52 ...setting this up will make me late for class. I see a bad habit forming already. #
• 16:12 robbing a bank with Amelia #
• 16:57 Crack is wack #
• 17:08 Wow...this girl is just a bowl of sugar... heh :P jk jk #
• 17:14 Is updating her twit...er yeah
  I'm addicted to bread #
• 21:15 Amazing composition concert tonight. Discovered my friend Johnny and I have practically the same vocal range. Contralto...Mezzo Soprano #
• 22:40 Listening to My Old Man by Joni Mitchell on Twisten.FM - twisten.fm/l/3kFO #

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It hit me again today...People's priorities are not in the right place. I was driving on the freeway and there was a major traffic buildup. (Well not major...but still odd for a Saturday afternoon) I sat in my car, listening to the radio and wishing that the air conditioning could spit out ice cubes instead of cool air. As I flirted with my brake pedal, I glanced across the lanes to the most glorious little patches of orange flowers resting on sloping green hills. I realized that whatever it could be ahead that people are slowing their cars to look at is NOT as interesting to me as a bunch of wild flowers. When I got up to the "accident", it was just a truck turned the wrong way in the leftmost lane. No car parts flying anywhere or anything? The only interesting part was the flares and police cars. THIS is what we'd been waiting to see for the past fifteen minutes? Ghastly.

Of course, when I got home, I promptly frolicked up the hill to fetch a fistful of California Golden Poppies. I miss them when I'm away at school. Sure, there's plenty different kinds of wild flowers attempting to take over the quads all over campus, but they're not Golden Poppies. They practically breathe sunlight. I put my mini bouquet in a small vase and already they're looking more depressed than their cousins outside in the piercing rays of the sun.

Familiar faces are gorgeous things.

I recorded a song I wrote this week for dulcimer. This is for you:

It's called "Found the Sound" and, yes, that's my dulcimer wailing away. I spruced it up with some strings in editing and had a good time playing with the harmonies.
Download (xx to tt):
hxxp://www.mediafire.com/download.php?wnz0nwmzyzw

I don't know why I put up my song downloads sometimes. They're nowhere near polished up...but then again, I can always look back and see that these are the exclusive demos! :P I honestly doubt I'll get anywhere writing music, but at least it's a fulfilling creative output and time well spent.

I caught up on Demitri Martin's "Important Things" show last night. It's such subtle humor, almost like it's not intended to make you laugh, just smile.

Katrina
Ps- I'm headed back to school tomorrow. Things won't be so slight, quiet, or subtle anymore. When I'm hiding in my room, quiet walls around me, the morning seems to live forever, even during lazy afternoons. And the soundtrack is always acoustic.
Pps- I can't sleep in my own bed. The one at home, that is. I just end up in a sleep that is more like a coma, unable to move after my eyes have been closed. At least in my dorm, I have more comfortable sleeping habits.

Ok. Good. All set and back from LA. As much as I long for adventures, it feels good to be home at my dorm.

I'm really glad I went to see a bunch of family I hadn't seen in a while. My aunt and uncle are still looking to move out of their apartment in LA so as to have more room for the baby, but I like taking advantage of where they are now when I visit. :P LA is nice when the sun isn't piercing my forehead with a headache. We visited the new Grammy Museum which was surprisingly good. They had a bunch of information about the history of recording, backgrounds of different kinds of genres, and a bunch of stuff like that. I was singing along to quite a bit of it. :P

I'm also madly obsessed with airplanes. Even if the flight only lasts about an hour. I think it'd be awesome to dress up like a 60s flight stewardess next Halloween. Don't steal my idea. :P On both plane flights, I also had some good conversation with my mom. I hardly get to talk to her about more serious topics. She cares, but she's such an introverted and independent person that she doesn't feel like things like that need to be brought up at all. Lol, apparently she was the girl always getting hit on in college too. :P My mom's awesome, though. I'm exceedingly grateful that I have a good relationship with both my parents. I bet you my soon-to-be-born cousin will have that too. ^^

I really love spending time with my mom's side of the family. They turn everywhere into an Epicurean adventure. One day Persian cafe, another is a Cuban bakery, yet another is a 24 hour Jewish diner, then homemade Korean food... And "bedtime snack" is a serious staple of the day. :P Plus sarcasm, jokes, and silliness are just a way of life. My dad's side of the family, though fun, is loud and hectic at times. I could sit and talk with my mom's side for a whole afternoon. ^^

After all that good time with good company, it'll be weird to go back to interacting with friends and classmates that aren't so good with picking up social cues. >.< There are a few in my humanities class tomorrow... just ugh.

I'm looking forward to tomorrow! St. Patty's Day!!! :D Oh, it's great to have a bit of Irish heritage.

My friend got us all signed up for dorms today!! ^^ YAY for having a cool roommate and great neighbors! We'll be on the twelth and top floor with a bunch of our friends. Plus, I think some of our other friends are getting rooms on the eleventh floor. :D I'm pretty psyched. Next year is looking to be quite awesome.

Katrina
Ps- I love folk music so much. So so much. It's so simple, but it communicates so much *HUMANNESS*. Ugh. Love it.

Why do I think of most things in facebook status updates? I consider my response to things in a sort of "Katrina ________ ." WHAT IS UP WITH THAT, FACEBOOK?! Ruining my thought processes, I see.

I am only here because after the hookah session wrapped up, that lot decided to go for dinner. Why do I have to eat dinner with the group that goes right at 6 o'clock? Ugh. I'll high tail it back to the other dorm building after I'm done writing this up. For some reason, I think whatever I have to blab on about right now has significance. That and the fact that I had a vocal riff running in my mind that I wanted to record really quick for future reference and song writing purposes. I've got to prep up enough for an open mic here soonish. This is me trying to convince myself.

...I actually ate three square meals today. I just realized that. Wow.

Our humanities seminar professor reminds me a lot of my grandma on my dad's side by the way she talks. But she's such a passionate person about the subjects she teaches. It's awesome when she's expounding on a topic that you're interested in, but it's a quick recipe for the class to zone out pretty fast. She had assigned a past logic assignment that she hadn't explained clearly enough, as well as starting on a thesis for a Dante paper that we needed to get run by her first. So of course, I was part of the line waiting outside her door at her office hours. I sat down next to a guy from my seminar and instantly started talking about philosophy and logic. And he said he would've pegged me as the nerd of the class. >.< He lacks a certain ability to pick up on a few social cues and assumes an opinion on things and people rapidly, so I didn't take too much offense. Then two other guys from our seminar class came and waited outside with us (the first guy's roommates, actually). I'm...a bit stunned that I haven't had the chance to meet these people in my class until today really. After we all had plenty of our professor's lecturing (oh and that little bit about our papers. :P), I was glad I had gone...not necessarily because of the office hours (she just said that my theme worked as a good thesis and that I was good to go), but because I got to talk to those guys. One of them added me on facebook too. Amazing how many people you could know if you just TRIED.
(And secretly being the nerd that I was pegged as being, I want to go to subsequent office hours and just geek out about humanities with my professor. :P NERD MUCH I KNOW, SHUT UP)

Today, the concert in the music hall was a performance of all the string quartets written by the composition majors. ...UGH, I miss being a composition major sometimes. I really do. I told a friend that after the performance was over. Oh music, you're haunting me like the ghost of Christmas past.

Why are all my core friend groups usually consisting of blondes and asians? I AM NOT TRYING FOR IT TO BE THIS WAY I SWEAR. I only just noticed that during hookah today. (in high school, it was chicks...now it's a bunch of guys)

WATCH THIS NOW. I love pretty lights. I love trippy music. Basically, I love this music video.

OMG CHOIR CONCERT'S TOMORROW! Monteverdi!! And I have nothing to do until then. Hooray for sleeping in!

Just...wow, this weekend away from school is going to be odd. Sure, I'll be with family in LA, but not being with friends during the weekend is strange. Spring break...ugh.

I've got the song "Turning Japanese (I Really Think So)" stuck in my head.

Life's full of so many different things. So many eclectic joys, so many eclectic happinesses, and numerous pains. Everything is varied. And we get the priviledge to pick and choose. That's an amazing thing.

Katrina
Ps- Gloria patri et filio et spiritui sancto, saecula saeculorum amen. XD Choir = MAD Latin skillz! The word "sancto" is SO much fun to say/sing. Make sure your italian accent is really thick. The switch from the "ank" to the "toe" is just AWESOME. :P

I've only got an hour or so before I head off to nodding off land, so I've got to make this quick.

This afternoon smelled like hot dogs and the sun warmed my back. I tried to sketch a pigeon, but he walked away. I very badly craved baseball park peanuts. High school kids were mobbed in groups around the student union, explaining the smell, packed away in paper bags from home. I felt as if some of them were going to come running down the cement way, shouting "Katrina, Katrina!" and laughing good-naturedly, wanting to share a joke with me.

The evening was coated in a black velvet so deep that it rang with a soft red glow when the velvet is rubbed the wrong way. The full moon of yesterday (that I seem to have missed due to intense Dante reading) had begun its set pattern of waning. I love when the celestial orbs have a chance to pierce the sky like that.

We had rehearsal for our choir concert aaallllll evening. I still have that exhaustion from singing lingering in the back of my throat. It's a similar sort of feeling to when you dry out your usually wet mouth, but it sits in the back of your throat by your voice box. It's a tingling, unusual sensation. It's beyond just being thirsty. It's an actual exhaustion, but you want to keep going, to keep singing. Every cell in your body is urging you to. You have become melodies and strings of notes flying in the air.
And in the cathedral's boomy structure, the sound rings for at least five seconds after the voices themselves stop. The work itself, Monteverdi's "Vespers" is exceptionally moving. The streams of Latin text that have reverberated in the heights of the great cathedrals of Europe are still as powerful as they were four hundred years ago. The setting just fits. When that last and final "n" of the resounding "amen" leaves our mouths and swims around the room...THAT is going to be a powerful moment. Damn it all if I burst into happy tears at the end...

I spent most of the time between classes and rehearsal with my friend Amelia, who's a vocal performance major. We've gotten to be pretty close friends during this time and I'm grateful for that. She's all mixed up with the tiny community of the music building, spreading the gossip of the little world, and getting a ridiculous crush on the most awkward piano performance major guy in the place. She's fun to mess around with, though. :P

GAHHHH SO EXCITED FOR FRIDAY OMGGGGGggggg! I don't know what it is about choir, but it's driving me up the wall how amazing it's going to be!

Katrina
Ps- Why am I doodling lyrics from "Ziggy Stardust" on all my Logic class notes during class?

I spent my entire evening studying and reading Dante's Divine Comedy for my Humanities class. I'm really glad I did though. It feels good to have it read and to have it processed through my brain. It's the grappling for information that's sometimes the most difficult; not necessarily piecing it together. It's just brute force to shove it in your memory banks. Remember when you were younger and information meshed with your grey matter like it was jello slapped against pavement? Now, it actually takes a bit of effort. Our professor is having us write a paper on the work, with whatever thesis we draw from it. We weren't supposed to read it for class until this week, so I put off planning the thesis. Hello...can't write on what you don't know. So I went ahead and did all of that last night because I felt convicted of majorly slacking.

Our humanities professor goes off on a rabid tangent every other class. It's usually about how other people in our class aren't even doing the reading, despite the class being an Honors course. It's not people in our section, so I don't know why she's yelling at us...but I have the same soap box. The case for education. Obama's putting a lot into funding schools and what are we, the modern generation, going to do with it? WASTE EVERY DOLLAR. Believe you me, I have a considerable amount of hope for the future, but when I look at my peers, sometimes that hope is dashed. I cannot let myself be one of those students! Thing is, I realized that I had been. ...Or not that I had necessarily been a slacker, but I was certainly thinking like one. Do x amount of work and no more, study *other* subjects besides my coursework, enjoy the company of friends instead of holding work as a priority, and more along those lines. And here I was filling out lofty scholarship essays about why I valued higher education, realizing that most of it was just wishful thinking.

I've been harboring resentment against my parents for always bringing up the topic of money and it occured to me this weekend. I emailed my mom and told her this and that I apologized. The moment I did that, it was like a major weight was lifted off of my shoulders. I felt the need to research scholarships and fill out all these inane forms. And I ran into a friend that works at the housing office on campus, who I promptly asked how to apply for such a job for next semester. I swear this school is covered in at least six layers of red tape! Nobody seems to know when forms, money, or applications are due...and people sure as hell don't know how to apply for on-campus jobs.

In other news...THIS ALBUM IS THE BOMB DIGGETY! (I'm making you listen because it's that good.)

GAH CLASS RIGHT NOW...*leaves in a rush*
Katrina

Friends. It's a concept that I enjoy the confirmation of. People with whom I can laugh when they tell jokes and nod somberly when they tell me they're down. Mondays have proven to be quite productive in such a field. I'll admit that yes, sometimes I feel out of place among some of them, but the grand sum is positive overall.

We all have our struggles that we go through. It's only natural and healthy. In high school, these struggles consisted of whether or not we could go to a friend's house the upcoming weekend or that five page paper we had due in a week. Now, they're struggles of growing up and dealing with people trying to find their own places in this world. People are trying to dig in their roots deep while still trying to grow their branches tall. People could be messed up at any random point. A friend just told me tonight that he's going to start to set aside more of what he called "me time" to deal with stuff. Even though we've only all known each other for a matter of months, I hope they all know that we can be entrusted with stuff and help them through it. That's a role in life that I've learned to covet. I enjoy being a friend to somebody.

Lol, life's always funny when you hear someone say "I think smoking weed has changed my perspective on life." XD Part of me wanted to laugh and part of me wanted to shout "No, really?!" Some people are still just as shallow as high schoolers deep down on a thought-based level.

I don't know how on earth I'm going to describe school to my friends back home. I don't even know if I'll have much relelvant to say back home. It almost makes me want to paint all them a picture of my social tapestry here and lay it richly before their eyes that they may feast on the ironies and subtle humor that coats every other stich.

I have a midterm tomorrow in Brit Lit. I...studied? It's just one big in-class essay.

I got my Student ID card reprinted this morning. It wasn't too big a deal. 5 bucks and a nice conversation with the lady at the desk later and I was right as rain. I walked across campus to the office to the soundtrack of Boduf Songs. I love his albums! They're so soft and delicate, but at the same time to spinning and deep. Also, why haven't I thought of walking to class to "I've Seen All Good People" before?! (I never walk with my iPod usually, but today I switched it up for God knows why)

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG CHOIR CONCERT ON FRIDAY! I'm beyond excited! We're performing Monteverdi's "Vespers" that's nearly 400 years old. Our choir director keeps going on about how difficult a piece it is, especially for our 88 member choir. (she's gotten some weirded out comments from other choral directors across the country) But really, I'm blown away that I get the opportunity to sing with all those awesome singers. There're a lot of brilliant vocal performance majors that I love to hear sing in there. Opportunity of a lifetime? I HAS IT. Plus it's going to be in the big Catholic Cathedral downtown. *can't wait!*


Katrina
Ps- A day spent among good company is a day well spent. ^^

I've been playing guitar for several hours now and have cooked up some delicious selectiones from mon tete. Really though, I'm quite pleased with them even though they're both works in progress AND recorded via my laptop's built in mic. >.< I'll rerecord em with my mic when I get home eventually.




This is an instrumental piece (aka: a guitar riff) that I wrote a few weeks back. I was messing with open D tuning after playing "4+20" and I came up with this little number. I played it when I was jamming with my friend Brian the day after I wrote it He stopped playing and listened, saying "You wrote that?!" Oh, non folky people... When will they learn?




A lot of these words are filler, but *shrugs* I dunno, I may just go with the concept. Haha, you can tell I had fun trying out all the different vocal stylings and whatnot on it. I wrote this one tonight. I just have too much fun with open D tuning.

I also rewrote the lyrics to "This is What Happens" to make the storyline tie together better. I love that song, but I want to do it justice when I rerecord it, so I'll wait till I'm at my "home studio" as I lovingly call my room at home.

ENJOY! :D And let me just take the time to thank you for listening because I love making this racket in my dorm room at 2 am and I'm glad I can share a moment like that over the magic of teh interwebz. ^^

Katrina
Ps- Meh. Boo on losing my student ID card...

ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Just man up and talk to me like a real person. I won't have any of this impersonal trying-to-imply-something-through-text nonsense! This is one thing I hate about technology. I think it takes away from face to face discussion.

Perhaps I'll write about today tomorrow? I need to go work on some homework type stuff due tomorrow. :\

Katrina

I've spent the last few hours crocheting my beret and listening to Beatles songs. I've been thinking a lot about these songs since it's been a while since I had a Beatles listening time. Of course the words come rushing back to me, but the meanings are always fresh. A lot of the early ones are love songs...and it's so weird because I'm thinking of them from the perspective of the girl that's being sung about. Imagine how dark "The Long And Winding Road" would be if the chick didn't take him back?! We just assume she does and that the song is sweet.

Am I childish? Today I dressed up in a Mary Quant meets 1967 Syd Barrett ensemble. This red felt minidress is actually quite warm. I was surprised. Oh, and the striped tights. :) And a black with white polka dot scarf (not a knitted kind, the floaty fabric kind) worn on my neck a la Syd. I feel like such a giddy little kid. I dunno. Maybe it's just part of me being optimistic? I almost don't feel...grown up enough. It's weird.

It's so rainy outside. So much for wanting to make daisy chains...

Katrina
Ps- I finished my beret. I just need some thread to sew on the bow. ^^

Because I'm too weirded out by facebook to actually post anything to it... I have too many different circles of people on there I have no clue who to tag.


1. Peroxide
2. Cockspur Street
3. 1971 Billboard Hits
4. Hilltop
5. Science Foo Camp
6. Sanguine
7. Point Load Strength
8. Lampoon
9. Manfred Geyer
10. Rasharkin

Album cover - to do this:

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random” or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations" or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3. The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”
or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days. Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

I just wanted to photoshop something and find out what my band name'd come out to be. I like how it turned out, tbh. Plus I was tagged by virtually everybody.

And I'm adding music tracks randomly based off of more random wiki articles.

Katrina

...OMG. I just hit the jackpot.

This Site is pretty much the best thing ever. It's a ton of uploaded old wax cylinders from the turn of the century! (No, not the one that just happened, you numbskull. I'm talking like 1900s here)

I've found awesome old country & western stuff, Irish jigs and reels, vaudeville acts, as well as big bad stuff. I'm like going nutso downloading here. ^^

All cheers to Arthur Magazine for posting about it.

...I don't want to go to class now after this amazing discovery!

Oh, and my mom called me. We're going to LA in march for my aunt's baby shower. I'm going to have to miss a weekend here (BOO!!) as well as classes on Monday (choir! onoez!), so I'm torn between dragging my feet and being happy for my aunt and uncle. >.<

Katrina
Ps- as;ldfj. That is all.

I'm officially obsessed with this folk/bluegrass/indie group, The Avett Brothers.

It's delicious music, I tell you. After a meh day, this was precisely what I needed.

I had "Oh Mister" by Ramases stuck in my head ALL DAY today. Catchy song, yes, but still.

I want to walk around strumming guitar, jamming until my brains actually melt into a thick gauzy liquid and start to seep through every orifice in my head. I want to be able to play the same riff over and over and not care who's listening. I want to fly along twin E's and squeeze capos open until my hands lose grip strength. I want my fingertips to start bleeding red sores because they've been skidding along the ridges of metal strings for hours on end. I want an open area to yell my lungs out in tune. I want to harmonize with myself. I'm tired of being quiet.

Katrina
Ps- I keep meaning to take pictures of my notebook and my in-class doodles and post em up. They're really fun stuff, too. ^^

Hopefully I can set about crocheting myself some sorta hat soon. I was looking up patterns earlier.

Cat Stevens + Frank Sinatra = Awesome nap music
I only wish I had proper time to take one, so this music powernap shall have to do.

Katrina
Ps- Recited some Canterbury Tales in Middle English for class. Thing's going to be stuck in my brain forever. That's a good thing. :)

Dude, in my tired slouch of a self, I just posted to blackcigarette . That comm's pretty intimidating. At least I've thought so for a while now. In thinking about what I was going to write about for valentine's day, I realized that it'd be a stellar post for over there, so ta da! We shall see.

I'm really sleepy and I have had a headache since this afternoon. :(

Tomorrow, I have nnootthhiinngggg. *le sigh de relief* I think I'm going to try to hit up the local art museum with some guyfriends. Then I'm sure we'll branch off and talk about something interesting. ^^ I'm trying to convert them to my kind of music, lol. So hopefully I'll get the whole Floyd discography into their computers at least.

I'm still really sore from when I went with some friends to Sky High, that trampoline/dodge ball place.

It was a friend's birthday today! We threw her a surprise party with balloons, silly hats, and everything! Then we wrapped up the night with a rousing game of hide-and-go-seek-tag on one of the campus quads. Oh, and there's already a funny embarrassing video of me and my friend (birthday girl!) singing "Part Of Your World" as we walked back to the dorms...uploaded to facebook. :P

I dunno...it seems like I have two entirely different "sets" of friends on campus, just the way that it worked out. It's disheartening to have to pick and choose groups sometimes. But it feels good to answer the phone to a friend's voice, even if you can't go hang at the moment.

Man, I think I'd die if I was the only person on earth. Oh personalities...

Katrina
Ps- Happy (almost) Valentine's Day! ...because I know you're all celebrating it right? Even if you're single. :P (I'm going for lunch with my family, then having a girl's night ^^)