Jan. 30th, 2005

School

Jan. 30th, 2005 11:29 am
I'm trying to finish out this class. This is the last week, and our team assignments are due Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Since my team didn't do jack (including me) for the last four weeks, we have to do it all this weekend. Hurray for the self-inflicted pain of procrastination.


I practiced my trumpet again last night, much to the chagrin of our neighbors, I suspect. I've basically figured out the bulk of music we have so far for Orchestra, and I'm starting to sound a little less like an elementary school student now when I play. I keep finding myself enjoying the etudes in Arban, although they are frequently punctuated with comments like "wow, he's *such* an asshole! that was cool".


I'm playing through Marathon again, this time with the M1A1 conversion to Aleph One. I'd like to try Halo, but not enough to buy an X-box. I think Microsoft has already weedled too much money out of me. I'm really tempted to send off for the new Army game, the ad for it is awesome, and I'm not 30 yet... ;-)


Bought a new couch at IKEA yesterday. That store is something really special. It's just so unlike any American store, so it's really a different experience. They have a lot of nice stuff, mostly clever ways of putting stuff together, and a bunch of crap. There were far too many people, but I'm not sure it would be so bad on any day besides Saturday. We also bunch a bunch of Swedish pop, jams, and Glogg. The pop was good; it was very light. It took me about twenty minutes to put the couch together, I had to attach legs and put on the slipcover. The slipcover is just amazing, and the directions had me rolling on the floor laughing. I threw them out, but now I wish I had kept them.
You are a double espresso at 3 AM.
You are a double espresso at three AM.

You are the tortured, nail-biting essence of
coffee. You see visions. You could change the
world if only you were up at the same time as
everyone else. You have created a programming
language that throws errors if the code is not
written in iambic pentameter, and you are
infuriated by the typos in the new edition of
Ulysses. You practice sarcasm as a
form of tantric sex, and your cats have
doctorates. You believe in virgin sacrifice in
a good cause.


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