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I've been neglecting to write lately. Not much time. I discovered a few minutes before work, thought I'd at least make an entry.
I'm watching the many Asian beetles crawling around the outside of my window. The sun sets. Light spills onto red, orange, yellow leaves. Humidity equals lethargy.
I composed a two-voice motet in the 16th-century Renaissance style this weekend for my counterpoint class.
First band concert of the year last Saturday. I love band : )
Class B after the band concert. Precursor to the actual band party at the Lee House. Bedtime at 3 am.
First music history quiz this Friday on Haydn and Mozart.
I feel fragmented, like I'm living two lives at the same time. Interesting feeling.Current Mood:  indescribable Current Music: Mozart's String Quartet no. 14 in G |
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I've been pretty silent for the last month. I thought I would change that before I hop into bed. : )Current Mood:  calm Current Music: "Ending Theme" from Final Fantasy VIII |
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Back during finals week I lent my PlayStation 2 and TV to someone down the hall so they could watch Star Wars on DVD. Five minutes after I left the room, they came to tell me that the DVD wasn't working. So we tried a few things, but it kept saying "Disc read error." "Great," I thought. It's broken. I never tested it out again, though, because I went to Norway. But after returning home I set it up and my brother played a game, so it seemed fine. Then a few weeks later I tried watching a DVD with it, but it kept repeating that stupid error message. So I decided to turn my PS2 vertical, which is an acceptable angle for the machine, and that seemed to fix the problem...or so I thought. Two thirds of the way through the DVD it got all choppy and froze on me. I put in a different DVD and went about the same distance through the movie and the same thing happened. By now I'm sorta mad that my PS2 is dying on me. I have had it for a few years now, but I expected it to last until the PS3 comes out, which is this March or April (I can't remember). Anyway, back to the story. About a week ago I tried to play a game, but it wouldn't load. So I tried putting the PS2 back to its horizontal position, and then the game worked. It still scared a bit to think it died, but I was spared yet again. Then Sunday morning I watched a DVD the whole way through while it was horizontal and I played a game right after it. I figured whatever was wrong was now completely fixed, and I was quite happy. Then comes Monday morning after work. I tried to play my game, but it wouldn't load. I put the PS2 upright, but it still wouldn't work. I put in a DVD, and nothing happened. I even tried an old PS game, but I kept getting this "Disc read error." message, so I finally gave up and thought the PS2 had croaked.
Then I got this great idea: try to fix the problem before wasting money on a new PS2. So I did a Google search for "playstation 2 disc read error" and found out that this error is practically bound to happen to every PS2, especially the older ones, so I didn't feel as victimized anymore. I found a guide that showed how to fix this problem, so I decided to give it a try. Nothing to lose, since the PS2 warranty expired anyway. So I follow the instructions and open up the PS2. It was fun to see what kinds of circuit boards they used because I inspect circuit boards at my work. In my excitement I almost broke the chassis which powers the PS2, and I thought right then and there I failed. I almost gave up and broke into the PS2 to further study its innards, but my good sense kicked in and said to try and fix it anyway. So I tried opening the part that said "CAUTION: Blinding laser", or something to that effect. I already opened the PS2 despite the warning that said I could suffer an electric shock, so I felt lucky enough. Then I realized my screwdriver really was too big, like the guide said it would be. I should have listened to it before I started tearing the PS2 apart. So I booked it downtown to the hardware store and bought a jeweler's screwdriver kit and finally opened the part. There's a small white plastic gear inside the PS2 that controls the distance between the lens and the disc, and after a period of time the distance becomes so far altered that it cannot read any discs, which was why the PS2 wasn't working. So I followed the guide's instructions and turned it clockwise until I heard a click and saw the lens fall to the bottm of its positioning. And I about died when I heard the click and saw it fall. I seriously thought I broke it. The guide should say "the click is fairly loud, and it will sound like you broke the mechanism". Anyway, I quickly recovered and started the process of turning it 4 clicks clockwise, putting the cover with the small screws back on, turning on the PS2, and placing a disc inside to see if it worked. The old PS game worked right away, but nothing else would. The fourth or fifth repetition worked, though. I popped in the DVD that wouldn't work before, and it was fine. My PS2 game also worked, which meant that it was fixed. Woo hoo! It only took me two and a half hours, lol. So I guess I can fix things now. I feel like celebrating, although almost everyone I know is really far away or working right now. Oh well. I guess I'll celebrate by gaming. : )Current Mood:  accomplished |
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Jul. 12th, 2005 @ 10:12 am
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Blimmed from just about everyone
Why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name on my flist I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she/he wears mismatched socks." I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal.Current Mood: busy Current Music: "Under the Stars" from Final Fantasy Tactics |
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Today I received a ridiculously awesome history lesson from my great uncle. This lesson was about the origin of the Rundell family as far back as currently traced. The first instance of a recorded name Rundell was in 1066 when the Normans invaded England. One of the participants was a man by the name of de la Rundell. This actually shocked me, because I had no clue that my ancestors were French. Anyway, this guy remained in Cornwall and dropped the de la part of the name probably because it sounded too French and he wanted to fit in. But here's the real twist: Normandy was settled by vikings about 200 years prior to this, and at least one of them carried the name Rundell because it is a Scandinavian name. The only problem is that we don't know which part of Scandinavia the name comes from. But it's a lot more than I knew before. I always just assumed it was Scandinavian, but it could quite possibly have picked up French and English blood, too. Also, any variation of the last name, e.g. Rundle, Randall, Randle, etc., are variations of the old name Rundell. It's cool to know that I bear an original surname, but I wonder if carrying viking blood makes me an animal or not.Current Mood:  tired Current Music: Symphony No. 2, mvt. 5 by Gustav Mahler |
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Well, it's been over a month, so it's time to update. Of course, I have been back from Norway since June 21, but I think I felt so far removed from LJ that I was too scared to try and start updating. I should have known better, though. It's not the first time I've procrastinated and only made things harder, and heu it will not be the last.
Norway was ¡increible!
I learned how to say cool things like jeg er brukt and jeg er trøtt. I saw the landscape that reminded me of the Alps. I ate at Peppe's Pizza, a popular pizza chain, three or four times. I went to a bar and a pub for the first time in my life. I was robbed by the high expense of Norwegian life. I interacted with a drunk Norwegian whose idea of a good American song was "Hey Mickey, Mickey, Mickey!" I performed for nobility (the queen of Norway). I realized I could someday see myself living in Norway. I drank a substance deemed illegal for US consumption (seriously the riskiest thing I've ever done in my life). I finally decided to start opening up to people. I fell in love with two types of daylight: light and sorta-light-but-not-really-dark (this also really threw off my sleeping schedule). I comforted a friend in a time of hardship, reliving my own past. I broke down and bought a Norwegian sweater. I got to spend an extra three weeks with the best roommate ever. I performed in prestigious venues such as the Oslo Konserthuset and Grieghallen in Bergan. I heard the Norwegian anthem "Ja vi elsker" sung with passion. I stayed at a farm which had been in the same family for over 300 years. I had to buy European-style concert black dress shoes because my old ones fell apart. I revealed a dark secret that I had bottled up for three years. I felt so much good in my life.
Et nunc I'm back home adjusting to a short period of normalcy. I'm working nights again at a circuit board factory in Chaska in the AOI (Automated Optical Inspection) department. There's a new machine which can scan boards instead of just inner layers, and I also have a co-worker in my department now. Toward the end of last summer they realized they liked having someone work AOI on third shift, so they hired someone after I left. They also started shift differentiation, which is nice. It won't make up for being gone for three weeks of the summer, but every little bit helps, especially since my sister, Hannah, is going to college next year as well.
And now, an entirely different topic! MOVIES
I grew up as a sheltered child with limited contact with pop culture. Not that it was a bad thing, but it does bother me when everyone else has shares a common knowledge and I don't. So I'm trying to remedy this separation and prevent a further one, and the best and only time to do this is summer. So since returning from Norway I've seen Madagascar, Bewitched, and War of the Worlds in the theatre, and tomorrowing we're going to see Rebound. My best and only friend at home, Joe, is very gracious and lets me borrow movies from his collection, five of which I've watched this weekend: Shaolin Soccer, Gattaca, The Life Aquatic, A Day Without a Mexican (2004), and Antitrust. I have five more right now, which hopefully I'll watch before the end of the week: Earthsea, Big Fish, Bio-Dome, Castle in the Sky, and Osamu Tezuka's Metropolis.
Hopefully those will keep me occupied all of tomorrow night because I don't really have any time to sleep today as we're going straight to my great-uncle's house after the movie. It's a Rundell family tradition that I've only missed thrice, all times being national church conferences in Fort Collins, Purdue, and Atlanta. Hopefully my cousin Eric will be there, since he came back from the air force on the 30th. I haven't really talked to him much since he joined last summer, and we used to be pretty good friends as kids. Anyway, this journal entry is much too long, so I'll stop now.
Jul. 4th, 2005 @ 04:30 am
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So, the Celebration Weekend festivities have come to a close and we depart for Norway tomorrow. It's going to be so much fun!!!
Anyway, I should probably explain what's been going on the past few days:
Thursday
After band rehearsal I drove home so I could be at my sister's high school graduation. So I took advantage of this opportunity away from campus to finally see
I loved it right from the start, and I'm bummed that I might not even get to see it again since I'm leaving the country. I'm a Star Wars freak, and as a child I grew up watching A New Hope every day in the summer. Every time we went to grandpa's and grandma's house I would watch Return of the Jedi and play with their old-school Star Wars toys! I just love it!
Friday
I woke up around 11 and took a nice relaxing bath, which is something I have not been able to do at college. Then my mom, her sister, and I went down to R & B Restaurant for a quick lunch. After that my mom kept me busy with errands and small tasks around the house until 5. Then we went to Jackie Jensen's grad party in Waconia for an hour before going up to the high school to save seats (my mom has cleaned the Jensen's house for 18 1/2 years and Dr. Jensen is our family doctor). The graduation was nice, and as the valedictorian my sister performed a fabulous speech with the salutatorian, who was coincidentally her dynamic duo partner in speech. I'm so proud of Hannah (sister). With so much motivation she deserves to be valedictorian. I never really cared too much about that, and I still don't, but I'm glad she does. Then after graduation I called my friend Joe, who is basically the only close friend I have back home. He finally got a job again, so he bought a new car and installed his stereo system in it. We went out to Hollywood (Township) to visit some friends at the bowling alley for twenty minutes and then headed out to Wal-Mart in Buffalo. Joe bought seven DVD's and I bought five of those really cheap CD's for under $10. Then we ate at the McDonald's in the Wal-Mart at 12:20 AM and finally left the place around 12:40. Then we went back to Joe's after driving around town listening to Daft Punk. We talked for an hour or so and then at 3 decided to watch Appleseed, an anime that Joe bought. Finally around 5 we decided to call it a night, figuring that we could sleep in until 11.
Saturday
Joe's dad woke us up at 9 after my mom called saying she needed help moving picnic tables to our house. Great...just what I wanted...Oh well. So after four hours of sleep we got up and went to the park to pick up the tables, and of course it turns out we weren't really needed after all. Joy. So I went home and helped perform miscellaneous tasks again until the party started. I saw a lot of friends I hadn't seen in a few years, so they decided they had to pick on me (all in good fun, though). The theme of discussion for an hour and a half was about how I need to get a girlfriend, specifically one that's foreign. A poll was taken to see which country would suit me best, and a few were Spain, Italy, India, Korea, Switzerland, Norway, and England. I thought this was all quite hilarious because I don't really have time for a girlfriend at college, and when I told them this they responded that they would get a mail-order bride for me when I graduate. Great...just what I wanted...Anyway, which country do you think suits me best (not that I'll act on anything, but I'm curious)? After the party ended I drove back to Olaf so I could sleep (which of course didn't happen).
Sunday
I woke up today at 5 for reasons unknownst to me. I had to be up at 5:45 to get ready for baccalaureate rehearsal at 6:30, so it wasn't really that bad to wake up that early, even though I didn't go to bed until 1 the night before. And everything went fine and dandy, even when I found out that the Caf was closed for supper. I went to Applebee's with Megan, and we had a casual dinner, which was quite fun. And now I'm all of a sudden drained and can't really think clearly, so I think I'll end this long entry now. I can't promise I'll write from Norway, but I'll update when I get back. Adioso™
May. 29th, 2005 @ 11:50 pm
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May. 23rd, 2005 @ 11:41 pm
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Category VI - The Strange
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I am at the point where finals lose their importance, even though they shouldn't. I still have two essays to prepare out of five, and I didn't take notes while reading about them (ALWAYS a bad idea!) so it's gonna be a looooooong night. At least I get to go home tomorrow after my final!
My grandpa's coming to pick me up and take home a small portion of my amassed college junk. My high school's final band concert of the year is tomorrow night, and my middle school band director is retiring. I don't know how long she's been there, but she taught my dad when he was in school (random fact: her nephew graduated from Olaf last year as a psych major). The high school band director asked me if I would like to represent my class at the band concert, which is mainly why I'm going. They want to assemble at least one person from every class that she taught. I honestly have no clue what they're going to do with us, though. We might have to speak (AHHHH!) or maybe we'll just all sit together in the front few rows and then stand when they tell us to. Who knows? What's even better is that I'll get to hear my sister's last high school band concert! I haven't been to one since I graduated, so I'm really excited! Tomorrow's just one gigantously exciting day!
May. 22nd, 2005 @ 07:14 pm
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Only one more final to take before I'm done! I just wish the final didn't consist of four essays...that's a lot of writing, and the things she's asking of us we never really discussed in class. Great, huh? I just hope I can formulate a few laudable essays without frying my brain. It's seriously close right now. I'm sure I'll be able to concentrate much better tomorrow, but I'm a bit drained from everything. But maybe chilling with Megan and helping her with music history will help relieve some stress.
May. 21st, 2005 @ 06:25 pm
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So, as I'm studying Latin for my final tomorrow afternoon, some random person IMs me. Being the nice person I am, I talk back. I enjoy meeting new people, and I'll talk with anyone/patiently listen. She starts by saying "sorry i seen u online and that your from watertown so". Now, I have nothing against people talking to other people online just because you're from the same town, so this was fine. I'm just glad she wasn't like "What town are you from?...Watertown? Me, too!" Obviously you know I'm from Watertown. That's why you talked to me. By now I have this strange feeling that she's going to ask me if I'm single, but I just keep talking anyway. She then tells me she goes to college. "rassumasn" College. Hmmm...I don't know if she just doesn't care, but Rasmussen isn't really that hard to spell. Then I asked her where that is and I got "minnatonka" as an answer. Again, maybe she didn't care to correct herself, but usually when you meet someone you try and present yourself the best you can. Spelling reflects character online. Plus, you can see what you're typing, and you have time to correct errors and structure proper sentences before the other person sees them. Now here's the clincher: I ask her if she commutes and she said "huh"...and she attends college? I know it's a community college, but 'commute' isn't exactly limited to a genius vocabulary, because I'm definitely far from a genius.
I now start another paragraph to shine on the significance of her next question: "so are you single or". OK, there are a few things wrong here. First, she didn't even finish her question. Second, there is no question mark. Third, why ask something like that like ten minutes into the conversation? I know I saw it coming, but I was hoping she wouldn't ask. The sad thing is, I finished her question for her and then answered "no" because I don't really want to get involved with anyone right now, plus I'm not sure if I'm really her type. I mean, she's like "ok u seem really nice and like a good person so how could you end up being single". I think it's funny how I can seem like a nice person even though we just met, and we only talked about college and learning the meaning of 'commuting' to college. Are people that desperate? I know there have been a few times when I longed for a relationship, but random fishing isn't always a good thing. You should get to know someone first, right?
::sighs:: I love people. : )
May. 20th, 2005 @ 11:08 pm
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So I just got back from my Baroque music history final and all I can think of is why I tried to study at all. Out of the fifteen essays I thoroughly went through eight and memorized them to some extent. I was hoping that preparing more than half would be enough of an effort. And I was wrong. As I turned to the essay section of the final I noticed that there were only three choices, and we had to write on ALL three. How realistic is that? Think about it for a second. Some of us have other finals to study for, so why tell us to prepare fifteen essays when not only are you making us write three, but you are not giving us a choice of which three to write on? That's a formula for disaster. I seriously sat down yesterday and memorized eight essays, and when he reads the ones I weakly placed together on the exam he's going to think either I didn't study and don't care. I guess I'm just kind of mad that I was doing fine in the class and now I'll probably end up with a B- if I'm lucky. I have lost all motivation to study for Latin tomorrow, but maybe I'll be feeling better after band tonight.
May. 20th, 2005 @ 12:31 pm
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My ethics final went surprisingly well. At least it went better than the midterm, and I definitely needed something better than that sad, sad grade. So I'm not as worried about passing that class anymore, especially when I found out I got a B+ on the last paper and an A- on its presentation. I'm saved! My harp jury went very well, too. At first I was scared because the small harp was in the room, and not one of the big ones, which fits my frame better. But everything went fine, minus a few small mistakes.
In other news, I'm not feeling so good about my music history final. The listening is focused only on J.S. Bach, but it's hard to distinguish parts of the St. Matthew Passion and the Mass in B Minor from the four cantatas we studied. It might not be as easy as we originally had thought. And of course there will be certain terms on the test that we just glanced over quickly in class. He also gave us a sheet of fifteen possible essays. Who gives a class fifteen essays for one exam?! It's seriously overkill. We don't have our doctorates in music history, nor is this graduate school. Sometimes I think professors get carried away and expect too much. Regardless, I think I'll be fine. I either have a B, B+, or A- depending on if my paper revision grade dropped, remained unchanged, or increased. So technically I can manage to perform poorly on the final. Plus, I stopped caring about this class long ago. Seems to be the story of my life these days. Maybe I should work on that, huh?
May. 19th, 2005 @ 03:22 pm
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Star Wars Horoscope for Sagittarius |
You are superbly wise and have been known to spread your wisdom widely.
You are impatient and pushy when people take your teachings too lightly.
And your philosophical side always peeks through.
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I just have to respect the opening of Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. No question about it. I'm just mad that I have my ethics/philosophy final tomorrow morning at 9 that I need to pass. Well, I'll see it one of these days when finals is over.
Yoda rocks.
May. 19th, 2005 @ 12:00 am
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I've never even held a viola in my hands. I didn't know what one was until I arrived at Olaf, and even then I think it took awhile to recognize the distinction beyond knowing that violists play in alto clef. Percussion's #5...sad. But when I think about it, I'm definitely not a stereotypical percussionist, so it all makes sense.
May. 18th, 2005 @ 04:13 pm
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I used yesterday as a slack day and I'm not quite sure yet if that was a smart move or not. I leisurely studied some ethics terms, mainly those pertaining to faith, many times throughout the day. So I feel really good about faith, but the other terms of this half of the semester, like humility and the maxim of the moral disposition, could probably be better. I also need to be able to compare act-based theories with agent-based theories for an essay. Act-based theories focus on the consequences of an action and therefore try to guide people's actions by applying rules. Agent-based theories focus on being something, like being a virtuous person. It's harder to guide people's actions this way, but the idea is that if someone can learn to be virtuous, his actions will follow his character and be moral. OK, enough ranting about ethics.
I'm going to meet Meredith to study ethics at noon, and then I have a few hours before work at 5. I might study with Meredith some more after our ethics review session tonight, but I'll have to see how I'm feeling. Perhaps I'll just chill and have some fun so I'm not extremely stressed during the final tomorrow. Only time will tell...
May. 18th, 2005 @ 10:02 am
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Since we've been stuck in a rain spell for the last two weeks our band picnic last night was moved to the Ytterboe lounge. It was better than I thought it would be, though, because the couches are awesomely comfortable. The officer skit was pretty good, and the new softball coaches are Mark and John D.
After the picnic I participated in the third floor's dessert-food extravaganza in the kitchen for about 45 minutes. I didn't really do anything except watch them prepare the food and sneak a few bites of something, but it was nevertheless enjoyable.
Then I headed over to Megan's room and we finally watched The Last Unicorn! Then we talked until midnight or so, but I had planned on leaving the room earlier. My roommate is "sick," and he likes to go to bed early when he's sick. He's a very light sleeper, and I don't like waking him up just because I decide to stay out late. Sure enough, he was in bed and asleep, but when I unlocked the door he woke up. I also had to check my e-mail and finish some work, which kept him up until I went to bed around 1:15. You think the college would install quieter locks to accommodate light sleepers, but I guess they don't care.
Staying up until 1:15 was not the brightest idea. We had early morning softball, the last one of the year, at 7:30. I'm just lucky I'm not dead tired. Anyway, this game was for the broken bat, a trophy for the winning team that is showcased in the director's office. Not surprisingly, the orchestra won. Last year's victory was a just a fluke. The orchestra greatly outnumbers the band in experienced players by at least 2 to 1. Us bandies show up and play for fun, but most of us never played or stopped playing before high school. It's not that I don't have faith in the band, because anything can happen. Destiny just favored the orchestra. Well, time to attack my ethics terms!
May. 17th, 2005 @ 12:57 pm
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It's officially over! Well, at least my attending classes is over. Now I just have to survive finals...ugh. Here's how things look right now:
Thursday - 9-11 philosophy final, 11:50 harp jury
Friday - 9-11 Baroque music history final
Saturday - 12:30 percussion jury (vibes), 2:30-4:30 latin final
Monday - 9-11 Renaissance history final
Great. Four tests and two juries. I wish I had something easy, like an in-class discussion for the final. Even a three-page reflection would be better than having to worry about exams. At least you can control what you say in a paper because you have more time to write it. When you take an exam you only have the time alloted, and when that's over you're done whether you like it or not.
I guess I should start studying for my philsophy final, considering that a strong performance can salvage my grade's jeopardy. Right now "Ethics and Good Life" really isn't a good life. I'll also need to study for music history because Gerry abhors my style of essay-writing. If I do a small review each night of the different conjugations and the vocab I never remember, I will be fine in Latin. And then I have a weekend to get ready for history, so I'm not even going to think about that yet.
May. 16th, 2005 @ 02:47 pm
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Well, I've dealt with this paper for far too long, and now I despise it, so I'm basically just going to turn it in with all the revisions he asked for. I'm not shooting the extra mile for a few different reasons: I need sleep, I think the paper is good enough, I just don't care, and I'd like to avoid insanity.
At least tomorrow is the last day of class. The new bandies are introduced by next year's president tomorrow, and the cool thing is that I actually know all of them this year. There's also a picnic at Mahr's house tomorrow to officially end the normal band year. Of course we'll still be rehearsing for Celebration Weekend and Norway, but the hours are different. Afterwards I'll probably be suffering from too much insanity and whimsically frolic down to Rand to watch The Last Unicorn with Megan.
May. 15th, 2005 @ 10:48 pm
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Great times at Christine's last night. Good food, good people, good conversations. I met Kirsten from NY. She's an extraordinary storyteller, at least when the crazy stories involve herself.
I also decided to ignore my paper and go see The Incredibles at the Science Center showing last night. I hadn't seen it since I took my brother to the theatre over Thanksgiving break, plus it was nice to prolong my break from work.
This morning I sang at the Moravian church in town. I had no clue "Moravian" was actually a word, much less a denomination until today. I just thought that Paul came up with a spiffy name for our small choir. Shows how much I know about the world, doesn't it? Anyway, everyone I sang with is a senior this year, and afterwards some people in the congregation came up to me and said "You're coming back to sing with us next year, right?" I was like "heh...." I don't think I'd enjoy waking up every Sunday to sing with their congregation. I loved the setting and everything, but I also enjoy sleep.
Speaking of sleep, once again I failed to get any last night. It's definitely becoming more and more common. Counting last night as a part of last week, I missed sleep three nights last week. It's not that I don't try to sleep. As I lie in bed I might let my mind wander for a few minutes, but usually I am very calm. Of course, after about an hour or so of lying there I get slightly irritated that I haven't fallen asleep yet, but even then I remain calm. It's really interesting, though, because I tend to half-sleep and have short, yet weird, dreams. I guess I'm a bit of a mess, huh?
Well, I should finish revising my paper. I only made it through four pages because Gerry talks about every last detail, and if I just ignore them he will think I don't care and grade me lower. But I do tire of comments like: "Why a new paragraph here?" Well, new paragraphs signify new ideas, and it's not good to run everything together into one gigantous block. At least that's what I was taught. Oh well, I guess I should stop writing about my writing and actually do it.
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