I've got a crush on you...
Oct. 7th, 2003 05:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
enamouredI just called a local recording studio to find out their rates. It's $45 an hour. 25 minutes are spent singing, and the rest of the time is for the editing and all that jazz.
That's good, right? 'Cause I'd really really like to go record in a studio. Gah.
In random news: I miss Mr. Rogers, my music theory teacher from last year. He was very cool. I was the least musically experienced student in that class, and he helped me so much, and when I admitted I felt I didn't belong in the class, he told me to stay in it, because I "might learn something." I really appreciate that. I wish I could get in contact with him and tell him thanks.
In journalism today, Alyssa suggested that I listen to Avril's CD before I declare that she sucks--because I said the lyrics to "Sk8er Boi" are insipid. Wha? It's TRUE! "He was a boy/she was a girl/can I make it anymore obvious?" Uh. Huh. Maybe I'm getting a complex because I write lyrics of my own, but cripes. Even in my most trite state, I'd NEVER write something like that. Ick. I don't like passing sweeping generalizations, but from what I've heard from Avril, I don't really want to hear any more.
Remember how I slightly blabbed about Drew in French? He's a baby! We were coming out of the language lab and he goes, "Last night I shaved for the first time!" in this giddy voice. It was so CUTE. But he's a kid. He's my brother's age, but he is adorable. And he's a thespian. But he'd never go for me. I have more of a reasonable chance with Jacob--at least I wouldn't seem like some desperate, crazy older chick if I asked him out, versus asking out Drew. (heissuchacutie. Pardon my gushage, but he IS!)
Lovely how talks of cute boys sends me into slight immaturity. I just lose my stuffing talking about guys. Hee.
That's good, right? 'Cause I'd really really like to go record in a studio. Gah.
In random news: I miss Mr. Rogers, my music theory teacher from last year. He was very cool. I was the least musically experienced student in that class, and he helped me so much, and when I admitted I felt I didn't belong in the class, he told me to stay in it, because I "might learn something." I really appreciate that. I wish I could get in contact with him and tell him thanks.
In journalism today, Alyssa suggested that I listen to Avril's CD before I declare that she sucks--because I said the lyrics to "Sk8er Boi" are insipid. Wha? It's TRUE! "He was a boy/she was a girl/can I make it anymore obvious?" Uh. Huh. Maybe I'm getting a complex because I write lyrics of my own, but cripes. Even in my most trite state, I'd NEVER write something like that. Ick. I don't like passing sweeping generalizations, but from what I've heard from Avril, I don't really want to hear any more.
Remember how I slightly blabbed about Drew in French? He's a baby! We were coming out of the language lab and he goes, "Last night I shaved for the first time!" in this giddy voice. It was so CUTE. But he's a kid. He's my brother's age, but he is adorable. And he's a thespian. But he'd never go for me. I have more of a reasonable chance with Jacob--at least I wouldn't seem like some desperate, crazy older chick if I asked him out, versus asking out Drew. (heissuchacutie. Pardon my gushage, but he IS!)
Lovely how talks of cute boys sends me into slight immaturity. I just lose my stuffing talking about guys. Hee.
