Time is fluid

Time this weekend had been extremely fluid. Partially I'm guessing that his is because of my rather mangled sleep schedule, but in addition, this evening has seemed very long, possibly because it was quite productive. I got my work for tomorrow done, and in addition did my reading (but not my ARabic work) for Tuesday. There was rather a lot of that, although the last part, excerpts from Quor'an, was quite repetitive. I think I got Iblis (Lucifer) being thrown into Hell for refusing to bow to Adam at least 5 or 6 times. I'm not exactly sure about the Christian story that that's parallel to, but I do think that the cause there is somewhat different. It was interesting to see how the stories were just mildly different. But- one telling would be enough. Oh well- I ought not complain of other peoples' holy books.

We finally had a Brass Ensemble meeting and rehearsal. We did some rather fun sight reading, although we haven't found anything really ideal to seriously work on yet: we found a few easy-ish things that are good, and some that just weren't worth it for us: either both too hard and kitschy (Fantasy on Hava Nagilah- a sickening thouhgt from the beginning, really) or just fillers. So we'll sight-read some more next week, I think, and hopefully do some real work as well. We're thinking about doing a performance that's mostly us, near the end of the semester. That'll take significantly more work than we even contemplated putting in last semester. Hopefully it'll be doable. It'll be interesting trying, at least.

Liz keeps sulking in a way that she seems to be using to imply that her bad mood is my fault. Somehow I really doubt that it is, and I'm trying very hard not to keep telling myself that it's my fault. It's not, I've tried my hardest, and it just isn't worth it. It hurts to see her sad, and clearly hurting- but I can't seem to actually help. I don't know what would make her happy really: maybe if I were equally isolated and therefore had only her? But that's not a healthy way to form a relationship. Really, I think the problem is much bigger than just her friendship or lack thereof, with me. I just need to keep reminding myself of that. In the meantime- it can hurt. And it does. But- I just can't make her happy, so I'm not going to try more than I can without making myself insane. But- I don't like it. In some ways I wish she'd actually carry through with her repeated promises/threats to leave, even leave mid-semester, just so that it would be over. But I Can stand up to it. I chose, I'm going to stick with it. It isn't that I can't deal, or even that it's So hard- just occasionally rough.

Time is fluid

Time this weekend had been extremely fluid. Partially I'm guessing that his is because of my rather mangled sleep schedule, but in addition, this evening has seemed very long, possibly because it was quite productive. I got my work for tomorrow done, and in addition did my reading (but not my ARabic work) for Tuesday. There was rather a lot of that, although the last part, excerpts from Quor'an, was quite repetitive. I think I got Iblis (Lucifer) being thrown into Hell for refusing to bow to Adam at least 5 or 6 times. I'm not exactly sure about the Christian story that that's parallel to, but I do think that the cause there is somewhat different. It was interesting to see how the stories were just mildly different. But- one telling would be enough. Oh well- I ought not complain of other peoples' holy books.

We finally had a Brass Ensemble meeting and rehearsal. We did some rather fun sight reading, although we haven't found anything really ideal to seriously work on yet: we found a few easy-ish things that are good, and some that just weren't worth it for us: either both too hard and kitschy (Fantasy on Hava Nagilah- a sickening thouhgt from the beginning, really) or just fillers. So we'll sight-read some more next week, I think, and hopefully do some real work as well. We're thinking about doing a performance that's mostly us, near the end of the semester. That'll take significantly more work than we even contemplated putting in last semester. Hopefully it'll be doable. It'll be interesting trying, at least.

Liz keeps sulking in a way that she seems to be using to imply that her bad mood is my fault. Somehow I really doubt that it is, and I'm trying very hard not to keep telling myself that it's my fault. It's not, I've tried my hardest, and it just isn't worth it. It hurts to see her sad, and clearly hurting- but I can't seem to actually help. I don't know what would make her happy really: maybe if I were equally isolated and therefore had only her? But that's not a healthy way to form a relationship. Really, I think the problem is much bigger than just her friendship or lack thereof, with me. I just need to keep reminding myself of that. In the meantime- it can hurt. And it does. But- I just can't make her happy, so I'm not going to try more than I can without making myself insane. But- I don't like it. In some ways I wish she'd actually carry through with her repeated promises/threats to leave, even leave mid-semester, just so that it would be over. But I Can stand up to it. I chose, I'm going to stick with it. It isn't that I can't deal, or even that it's So hard- just occasionally rough.