06/11/03

*yawn*

I’m soooo sleepy. I expected to be though since I was up so late. I probably got around 6 hours of sleep which is about the minimum I can function on. So I’m functioning although poorly.

I’ve been debating on whether or not to give the band one more try. At least next week I’ll be prepared with my own music stand and stuff, I won’t have to share so it’ll be harder for the little socialites to get my attention. Everyone seems okay there, even the bitchy people would probably be okay as long as you can play your part. They’re probably only bitchy to the second flutes because of the reasons I described in my previous entry.

I did remember another annoyance as I sprayed my hair this morning with water. One of the Trombone players had a water bottle that he kept using for some unknown reason. He was not at all careful with it and kept spraying me and the people next to me. I found this highly annoying because:

• I don’t care for being sprayed with water.

• Water spray on my flute could damage my pads.

• I don’t care for being sprayed with water!!

What does a trombone player need with a water bottle anyway? In the 6 years I spent playing with bands I never once saw a trombone player who needed a water bottle for any reason. Any trombone players who happen across my OD and know the reason a trombone player would need a water bottle please feel free to enlighten me. If I go back I might just have to kick that guys ass. It worried me because the people around me were not at all surprised by the fact that we were being sprayed with water. This leads me to believe that this is something that occurs on a weekly basis and I don’t like being sprayed with water!

mmmmm, I can feel the coffee starting to kick in. It’s always the funniest feeling when you’re extremely tired and you drink caffeine. I still feel very sleepy but my body is awake now. I feel so out of synch but at least I won’t fall asleep.

I have no work to do. I did all my forms at home yesterday because I was behind on them. They’d been sitting for too long. I haven’t gotten any new work in though so I have nothing to do. I have a feeling that the bitchy woman I talked to on Monday is going to throw a huge change for the phone directory at me at the very last minute. And of course, if I don’t get it finished her poor little miserable world is going to fall apart. I fucking hate my job.

Hubby and I were talking on the way back from the band thing last night about how everyone seems to think Connecticut is this cute little quaint coastal town. I know I certainly thought that’s what it was like here. I thought of what I saw one TV, cute little coastal towns with sailboats and cute little old people running bed and breakfasts and stuff. HA, wrong state. That’d be about 5 hours north of here in Maine. Connecticut is full of self important pricks. It’s so sad because if you try to take a trip to one of those “cute” coastal towns you’ll find nothing but rude assholes and you’ll wish you never went. Like I said before you’ll want to head about 5 hours north. I’m not saying there’s NOTHING like that here, it’s just not the norm, there are really nice people here and stuff, the rude one’s just stand out A LOT because there’s so damn many of them. Maine people are so nice and the coastal towns and beaches have cute little old people running bed and breakfasts and nifty little shops. There’s self important pricks even in Maine but not as many. Most of them are probably on vacation there from Connecticut. I miss Oklahoma sometimes. Oklahomans can be weird but at least they’re polite. My mom was in a state of shock the whole time she was here visiting. It was kind of funny because we went to the mall and when we stopped for lunch the first thing she said was “My god people are rude here”. What she had noticed was that very few of the customer service people greet you with a smile. They greet you with a frown, a sigh and a “What can I get for you” generally. Everything is half-hearted. I would so love to move to Maine. Honestly, it’d be a dream come true for me to own about 70 acres in Maine.

Oh that reminds me, the other night I had this dream. In the dream hubby and I had just purchased a new house. This house was literally THE house of my dreams! Oh man, it was AWESOME!! It was an supposedly an old farmhouse but this wasn’t your typical farmhouse. It was HUGE. The floors and walls were all an old, dark wood. Everything was old fashioned, like unrestored 1800’s. There were 2 HUGE fireplaces. One in the huge dining room, this was one of those dining rooms with a really long table like you see royalty dining at in movies. The dining room was just off the kitchen which was decked out with really neat old appliances. I opened the pantry to find the most beautiful old china I’ve ever seen. There was a den off the kitchen that hubby was going to be taking over and also a living room just down the hall a bit. The living room had the other huge fireplace. There was some old fashioned victorian furniture in it too. In my dream I didn’t see an upstairs but I knew it existed and that’s where our room and several other rooms existed. We also had a TON of land. This is where the bulk of the dream happened, outside. I went outside because hubby was out there and in the middle of the yard there were newborn golden retreivers all huddled up laying on one another. We were looking at them and then walked off a ways to sit in the grass and try to figure out what should be done with them. About that time two people came running into our yard and asked if we’d seen some golden retreiver puppies. We pointed them out and they were grateful, apparently their female golden had ran off to have her puppies. It was about that time we realized Sara was missing. I went inside and hubby ran off to look for her, then I woke up. I woke up in a bit of a panic too because the dream was so realistic!! I really thought Sara was missing! But then I realized I was in my bed, in Tolland, and that Sara was fine, and downstairs.

*sigh*

Well, I guess I’ll go for now. Not that I have anything to do.