An initial draft of my Christmas List...

I already know that I am receiving one of these things. I am holding out hope for the rest, though.
(Via Juan & iconseeyou)

My personal Black Friday: Sound Composition with Jeff Talman

The day after Thanksgiving holds no shopping for me. (Thank heavens, Black Friday shoppers are completely ridiculous.)

Today I buckle down and work on school. Here is what I am up against:

Part I
Discuss strategies for sound composition. Identify and describe how different concepts of form might be applied. Include analysis of both large-scale structure and surface detail in your discussion. Cite specific works. Cite specific techniques.

Part II
How might an integrated form be evolved that offers both conceptual methodologies and a more formalist construction? What techniques might be used to help in the jointure of these seemingly mutually exclusive ways of working?

Thanks go to Jeff Talman, my loving/brilliant/completely abstract professor of choice.

Edward Cullen and the many other reasons life is a touch off right now...

I think the world really needed the above image (thanks go to my dearest Juan for sending it). And I would like to say (get ready, one of my infamous "asides" is approaching)... my favorite Edward Cullen is the one wearing Rayban Wayfarers. So dang hot. I have now seen Twilight twice, so I am an authority on the matter. [I have a pair of Wayfarers, and they are definitely sexy. Slap them on a dude with a cold/sparkly marble chest? Yes, please.]

Which brings me to my next point: who cries in a movie like Twilight? And better yet, who cries the SECOND time they watch Twilight? Related question: what has two thumbs and cries while they watch Twilight?

Yes, it is me. This is very telling of my current state of affairs.

Related: I have awesome friends. Dani, Rachel and I all went to the midnight showing of Twilight on its opening day (Dani discusses the great event here, replete with a photo), and Rob went with me for the second go-round this evening (it was his second time as well, but don't tell anyone I told you that). None of the above mentioned friends made fun of me for crying (unless you count the "And there were even tears shed *cough*Colleen*cough" sentence included in Dani's post, which I don't). This is what makes them great.

For the record, I don't cry very much. So, why this pathetic show of ridiculousness?

I'm aching for an Edward! I felt this much more acutely on this wonderful day set aside for the Giving of Thanks. It was my first Turkey Day away from family in all my 24.5 years and I definitely felt some growing pains.

When I got home from tonight's events, I returned the calls I had missed: my Mama, my brother Derek, and my sister Crys. They all got to hear about how sad I was that I wasn't with them and how alone I feel (I'm sure that made their day). This somehow devolved into a pathetic show of: "Why don't I have an Edward Cullen??? I'm infinitely more interesting than Bella Swan!!" (Actually, I have never ever said those words in my life until this very moment. More acurately, the words were more like: "It is so obnoxious that I don't have a Dream Boat Captain yet. What is wrong with this situation? Lame! Waaaaaaaaahhh...etc. etc." Okay, so it wasn't exactly like that, either, but you get the idea.)

To be honest (not unlike the rest of this embarrassing post), I never really have the time to feel lonely. But on the slow, lazy days of vacation time... I recognize that it sure would be nice to have some lovin' in my life.

Maybe after May 17, 2010.

Have a fresh look. Want a fresh hand.

Hello darlings. I have been uninspired by blogging, but I am trying to start anew. I am predicting that most people who read my blog do so via RSS readers, but just in case you read it old school (by clicking on a bookmark, link, or something similar), enjoy the fresh look. I needed something a bit more representative of how I spend all my time. (This is as good a time as any to insert this aside: Working full-time while doing graduate school, WERS, and church stuff is kicking my trash.)

The lack of blogging is directly proportional to my lack of physical affection. I am zapped of all creative energy, and I argue that this is due primarily to not having been kissed in WAY TOO LONG. It took me a couple hours to come up with a good idea for a sound composition the other day; I seem to be losing my touch. (Another aside: if I have flirted with you in the past 2-4 months and you're looking for a good LDS-friendly make-out session, call me. Consider it an act of service supporting the success of my graduate education.)

Don't tell anyone, but I spent some time on a little personal project / reminiscing session at work today. As I was updating the look of my site, I noticed that I included "Photobucket" in my "Look-at-the-other-sites-that-have-other-crap-about-me-on-them" section. I haven't used Photobucket in ages (the account has since been deleted), so I was interested in what could be on there. Turns out it had a small collection of photos from 2006 - mainly the period right before I moved to Boston and the following first few weeks of my time here in Bostonia. I WAS BLONDE! I uploaded all the photos to my Flickr account (the site I actively use). You can see the set here: Old: From Photobucket. It made me miss some old friends and (of course) miss my family like crazy (especially my little Lex).

Here are some "I can't believe Colleen used to look like that" samples to whet your whistle and compel you to click the above link to check out the rest (the invitation to look through my photos on Flickr is admittedly quite narcissistic [what blog isn't, really?], but there ARE some really cute ones of my siblings' babies):

Proof that emo self-portraits have ALWAYS been a good time!



Looking strung out with my friend Daniel of [Maximus? I am flaking on his band's name] fame.



First event I worked on at Project: Think Different. (And, incidentally, the first moment I realized that my boss was not that well-adjusted.)

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