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anotherusedpageI've just had my first singing lesson with my new teacher, and now I'm so high I feel like I'm walking about two foot above the ground. He showed me some shiny new technique stuff and now a whole load of things that were bugging me are suddenly easy. No, not easy cos I still have to think about it, but... effortless. I can go straight over the sticky patch in my range without, well, sticking, and it just feels so good. I also think he was impressed with how quick I got the hang of what he was trying to show me, because if I learned nothing else of my old teacher, it was... how to learn by feel, not by sound. It does sound strange to me the new way, but it feels right. Like the difference between singing in a really flat accoustic, and a really bouyant one where the sound just rides. It's really exciting having new things to learn. The only thing is, I now need to find a space I'm going to be comfortable to practice in, because I don't think I'll be able to sing full voice in my room. I hate the idea of being overheard, especially when I'm practicing and getting things wrong.
In other news, I love my new room. With a couple of qualifiers - not enough clothes-storage space, and it hums strangely. But I've got a view of college still, which I wasn't expecting, and a fabulous desk, and a little space next to my bed on which to put glasses and reading book, and a really nice shower just down the hall which no one but me uses cos all the other rooms are onsuite. And I'm opposite and next to people that I like on all sides, and there are only four rooms in my corridor instead of nine, which makes it so much quieter and more friendly. I do keep getting locked into the quad, because if you leave your keys in your room and leave the building, you end up locked out of the building but into the yard. You can't ring the doorbell to get back in, because there is no doorbell on the actual house, it's on the other side of the gate which you can't open because you've forgotten your keys. I've locked myself in/out three times in as many days.
So. Happy shiny Jessie today. Loving being back, which again I very much wasn't expecting. Lovingvampire_kitten and foreverdirt and chocolate cake and interesting whisks and innuendo. Loving Sarah and Jess and Mathmo 1 and Adam and Kevin and Alan and Ditlev and all the other happy shiny fluffy people that I have not seen all summer and are now here and as shiny and geeky and fun as I remember them being. Loving random conversations late at night in other people's huge and pretty inside college rooms. Loving the total lack of work for the next week. Loving how pleasantly exhausted my diaphram muscles feel. Loving Chaucer and Machiavelli and Marlowe and Donne, although this may be because I am not yet having to write essays on them.
In other news, I love my new room. With a couple of qualifiers - not enough clothes-storage space, and it hums strangely. But I've got a view of college still, which I wasn't expecting, and a fabulous desk, and a little space next to my bed on which to put glasses and reading book, and a really nice shower just down the hall which no one but me uses cos all the other rooms are onsuite. And I'm opposite and next to people that I like on all sides, and there are only four rooms in my corridor instead of nine, which makes it so much quieter and more friendly. I do keep getting locked into the quad, because if you leave your keys in your room and leave the building, you end up locked out of the building but into the yard. You can't ring the doorbell to get back in, because there is no doorbell on the actual house, it's on the other side of the gate which you can't open because you've forgotten your keys. I've locked myself in/out three times in as many days.
So. Happy shiny Jessie today. Loving being back, which again I very much wasn't expecting. Loving
vampire_kitten and foreverdirt and chocolate cake and interesting whisks and innuendo. Loving Sarah and Jess and Mathmo 1 and Adam and Kevin and Alan and Ditlev and all the other happy shiny fluffy people that I have not seen all summer and are now here and as shiny and geeky and fun as I remember them being. Loving random conversations late at night in other people's huge and pretty inside college rooms. Loving the total lack of work for the next week. Loving how pleasantly exhausted my diaphram muscles feel. Loving Chaucer and Machiavelli and Marlowe and Donne, although this may be because I am not yet having to write essays on them.