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It's taken a bit longer than I wanted, but my new iPod is finally all dressed up and properly mine. Guys, this is my dear little Hester. I'm still debating a screen cover, but rumor is that the new screens are nearly indestructible, and I'm pretty ridiculously careful, so I think I'll wait before I sink another $15 or so into protection. I was a little ambivalent about the skin I got for her, but then I realized the best part about a simple skin is that it's insanely easy to edit the matching background. And so, obviously, I'm much happier now that I've added the scrawly white bits to... um... all five of the backgrounds I tend to rotate through.
In other news... there is nothing going on. I'm thinking of starting some kind of writing group, since I've found that, embarrassingly enough, there's actually a fair bit of writing motivation to be had from fictionalizing my office. It'd probably turn up some interesting stories from people. And, if nothing else, it's practice. Anyone want in/want to help me out?
I've also added "bicycle storage" to my list of impossible apartment demands. I still don't understand why I can't lock my bike in the back like a normal human being (or, for that matter, why they changed the locks on the gate rather than asking for the key back), but at least spring is giving me new motivation to just suck it up and deal with moving again. I don't think I want to sign on for another year of maneuvering my bike up a narrow flight of stairs and stashing it in my kitchen. That, and the stomping from my upstairs neighbor is getting worse. I'm really starting to think it's some kind of passive-aggressive revenge against me, but I cannot figure out what I did to her, other than occasionally play music in my kitchen and sing along. And judging by the acoustics in here, that should only bother my westward neighbors. Maybe my roommate is evil to her when I'm not looking?
Also! The complete lack of things to play on my mandolin lately has brought me to the conclusion that more fandoms need something like Wizard Rock. Unfortunately, these fandoms are going to have to come to me, preferably with mandolin music, because I don't have any right now.
In other news... there is nothing going on. I'm thinking of starting some kind of writing group, since I've found that, embarrassingly enough, there's actually a fair bit of writing motivation to be had from fictionalizing my office. It'd probably turn up some interesting stories from people. And, if nothing else, it's practice. Anyone want in/want to help me out?
I've also added "bicycle storage" to my list of impossible apartment demands. I still don't understand why I can't lock my bike in the back like a normal human being (or, for that matter, why they changed the locks on the gate rather than asking for the key back), but at least spring is giving me new motivation to just suck it up and deal with moving again. I don't think I want to sign on for another year of maneuvering my bike up a narrow flight of stairs and stashing it in my kitchen. That, and the stomping from my upstairs neighbor is getting worse. I'm really starting to think it's some kind of passive-aggressive revenge against me, but I cannot figure out what I did to her, other than occasionally play music in my kitchen and sing along. And judging by the acoustics in here, that should only bother my westward neighbors. Maybe my roommate is evil to her when I'm not looking?
Also! The complete lack of things to play on my mandolin lately has brought me to the conclusion that more fandoms need something like Wizard Rock. Unfortunately, these fandoms are going to have to come to me, preferably with mandolin music, because I don't have any right now.
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I would also welcome some kind of fan-music community. All I know of is Gyakusheets. It would also be nice to have somewhere I can actually go to play my flute without feeling self-conscious, but whatever.
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Oh, that is an awesome site. Hooray for the Phoenix Wright fandom!
And omg, I hate that self-consciousness. I'd love to sit out on my back porch and play my mandolin, but then I have to worry about other people hearing and... yeah. And since the last time I played my flute resulted in my landlady staring incredulously into my tiny, tiny basement window, I'm frightened of playing it at all, even in the privacy of my apartment. At least you're good with the flute, though! So, you can be like the cool guy across the street from me, who plays his violin in his apartment and it echoes out into the street really nicely and makes me feel like I'm living in a real, cultured neighborhood.
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I'd like to play at home, but I find that flutes sound horrible and shrill against the wrong acoustics, e.g. apartments, and that goes double if you're making a lot of mistakes. So of course, I have to be the type who doesn't enjoy playing unless it's something really hard that I make a lot of mistakes on. Or maybe I'm just being overly critical of myself; I don't know.
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The mandolin is, unfortunately, a little bit high and shrill too. It's a bit friendlier to apartment acoustics, but given that I still don't have a pitch pipe, mine is still slightly out of tune chord-wise. And when you don't get your finger in the right place on the fret board, you can make some pretty awful noises. I'm actually about ready to give up on chords and just sit around practicing scales and things.
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