But he's sending me a mix, ita. HE'S SENDING ME A MIX.
Get out now! The klaxons of impending pain and head 'splodiness are wailing.
you need a powerpoint. an animated one, that overlays.
Flash! I could totally do flash!
At least the appointment is soon--8:30 Monday morning.
But he's sending me a mix, ita. HE'S SENDING ME A MIX.
Talk about mixed signals.
Allyson, we need you to remember Rob Gordon.
The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules.
I think the mix landscape is irretrievably changed by iTunes.
Allyson, former flames reconnecting and sending out mix tapes does not bode well. Most guys do that for women they intend to pursue. If not for the 3000 miles I think you'd have a choice between backing away or trying to push his girlfriend out of the picture, but with that kind of distance involved it can only result in heartbreak for you.
Then there are guys who make you mixed tapes who have no interest at all! Make up your minds!!
So my final was (knock on wood) not too bad. I managed to answer all the questions (ah, what a difference having 3 hours instead of 1.25 makes) and I wasn't totally befuddled by any. Though a little befuddled, and on one I wrote down something that was on my reference sheet even though I'm not quite sure what it meant (well, I knew what it meant, I'm just not sure why it's true). But with that many questions, I must have done some of them right, right?
Anyway, semester over! And I poked my head into the placement coordinator's office and said, hey, I got this note that said you folks haven't gotten my letter of agreement for my placement yet -- the placement that you haven't set up for me yet, WTF? And it turned out nothing slipped through the cracks, they're still working on it. But it's a good thing I turned up, because they were trying to place me way south of the city where the T doesn't go, having apparently ENTIRELY forgotten that I don't have a car. So it looks like I may end up at Boston Latin after all, and you know? That's okay.
Also, I screwed up my dad's address on an order yesterday but managed to reach them and correct it today before it shipped, so YAY.
I think the mix landscape is irretrievably changed by iTunes.
It still takes some doing and thinking and CRAP that reminds me I have some doing and thinking wrt gift mixes. Argh.
I never knew mixes were so loaded!
I'm getting a little high here. Someone is using a whiteboard nearby and man, is that marker pungent. My eyes are watering.
I know it can only result in heartbreak. I want ANYWAY.
But, you know, can't have. 3000 miles. There's no reality there.