Wednesday, April 24
i'll flesh out tuesday briefly:
morning classes were kind of bad. i scarfed a banana and made myself a pb-swiss-must bagel to take with me, but after two or three bites i couldn't take it anymore and it just sat on my swing-arm chair-desk, untouched and if anything making it worse. and i don't know, i just couldn't get into the discussion, or really follow it. Dewey seems perhaps okay, but i can't tell. he's upped the reading for it a lot. French was better - just Petit Prince exposition, and I could get my mind on it, and it's even kind of a fun routine: a short quiz first, then groups of three take turns explaining each chapter. I haven't even bought the workbook that we're supposed to be doing selected pages from along with the text. things like that make me curious - i'm taking it pass/fail, but i won't, like, actually fail will i? presumably attendance and participation count for something. oh, but Syntax was bad. I hadn't been able to do the Rizzi reading, as i mentioned, because Susan from Haverford had the book. But I couldn't even focus - the game, the game - and although I made valiant, decent i think efforts when called on to explain how the analyses worked, it tied into the general uncertainty of a lot of people in the class, and Kari finally got understandably frustrated (funny, cause i've never seen that from her) and ended class early.
there were lots of trips to the triple, which i guess made whatshername suspect me more; except apparently she already knew. i ate lunch at home, something, and i was late to my music 48 conference - since i thought it was at 2:10 when it was actually at 1:10. But that was okay. I got in some decent practicing anyway, with Joel nextdoor, laughing about a kiddie-b-day card from grandfolks, playing Inventio 8 and talking about "Sonatas and Interludes". Alyssa came over for dinner, which was a much needed opportunity for me to destress, except that I wasn't much help in preparing it, because of countless e-mail and phone call interactions that took precedence. And she hadn't realized it would be more than just the two of us, so that made tiny tensions. But it was good - the food i mean - risotto orts, simple broccoli and spinach with ginger/garlic/soy. And it was better seeing her even that way than not seeing her at all - it certainly didn't feel like enough though.
We headed to campus together, to go to the Budget Office, except she wisely gave up on it halfway there. Walking through Parrish, I heard a ruckus halfway down - turned out to be Zabby yelling and shouting and making a fuss, and amused folks gathered around her: Rebecca had finally gotten to her, successfully made her kill through a combination of dumb luck and Eliz's ineptitude. Very amusing story - I heard Rebecca's version not five minutes later in UTACS. Then budget hours - where in addition to realizing we had overspent for the Spring-Loaded party (I could only recoup $3 from my $47 flowershop receipt), I received the best news of the week: $865 from WSRN!! They were able to transfer it from various SRN subcodes right into SAC, and then to SAC them designate it as Worthstock. Back to the triple to console Zabby (who wasn't nearly as upset about her death as I was) and to plot about Brigid. Except that Zab just wasn't that helpful - but she promised to call/e-mail later that night with info and a plan, involving a setup with Tiffany (about whom I contacted Amelia, thanks there).
Got home and started to realize that I was just ridiculously stressed about this whole thing, so I tried to figure out a way to keep playing smartly without letting it mess with me so much. My planned Scrabble game with Suzanne would be a nice release, I thought - but then she called it off on account of too much work. Instead, Rae agreed to hang out for a while, so we played some Trivial Pursuit, listened to the Super Furries and Cibo Matto, and ate the vegan jell(n)o that I had whipped together during dinner prep - cherry flavored and refreshingly natural-colored; not bad. And I drank a ginger beer. Mm. Rebecca came in and had a bedside chat, and then I got up again to hear her read to Joel from her journal.
moonshine
distilled within my heart
(rae's brilliant mishearing)
morning classes were kind of bad. i scarfed a banana and made myself a pb-swiss-must bagel to take with me, but after two or three bites i couldn't take it anymore and it just sat on my swing-arm chair-desk, untouched and if anything making it worse. and i don't know, i just couldn't get into the discussion, or really follow it. Dewey seems perhaps okay, but i can't tell. he's upped the reading for it a lot. French was better - just Petit Prince exposition, and I could get my mind on it, and it's even kind of a fun routine: a short quiz first, then groups of three take turns explaining each chapter. I haven't even bought the workbook that we're supposed to be doing selected pages from along with the text. things like that make me curious - i'm taking it pass/fail, but i won't, like, actually fail will i? presumably attendance and participation count for something. oh, but Syntax was bad. I hadn't been able to do the Rizzi reading, as i mentioned, because Susan from Haverford had the book. But I couldn't even focus - the game, the game - and although I made valiant, decent i think efforts when called on to explain how the analyses worked, it tied into the general uncertainty of a lot of people in the class, and Kari finally got understandably frustrated (funny, cause i've never seen that from her) and ended class early.
there were lots of trips to the triple, which i guess made whatshername suspect me more; except apparently she already knew. i ate lunch at home, something, and i was late to my music 48 conference - since i thought it was at 2:10 when it was actually at 1:10. But that was okay. I got in some decent practicing anyway, with Joel nextdoor, laughing about a kiddie-b-day card from grandfolks, playing Inventio 8 and talking about "Sonatas and Interludes". Alyssa came over for dinner, which was a much needed opportunity for me to destress, except that I wasn't much help in preparing it, because of countless e-mail and phone call interactions that took precedence. And she hadn't realized it would be more than just the two of us, so that made tiny tensions. But it was good - the food i mean - risotto orts, simple broccoli and spinach with ginger/garlic/soy. And it was better seeing her even that way than not seeing her at all - it certainly didn't feel like enough though.
We headed to campus together, to go to the Budget Office, except she wisely gave up on it halfway there. Walking through Parrish, I heard a ruckus halfway down - turned out to be Zabby yelling and shouting and making a fuss, and amused folks gathered around her: Rebecca had finally gotten to her, successfully made her kill through a combination of dumb luck and Eliz's ineptitude. Very amusing story - I heard Rebecca's version not five minutes later in UTACS. Then budget hours - where in addition to realizing we had overspent for the Spring-Loaded party (I could only recoup $3 from my $47 flowershop receipt), I received the best news of the week: $865 from WSRN!! They were able to transfer it from various SRN subcodes right into SAC, and then to SAC them designate it as Worthstock. Back to the triple to console Zabby (who wasn't nearly as upset about her death as I was) and to plot about Brigid. Except that Zab just wasn't that helpful - but she promised to call/e-mail later that night with info and a plan, involving a setup with Tiffany (about whom I contacted Amelia, thanks there).
Got home and started to realize that I was just ridiculously stressed about this whole thing, so I tried to figure out a way to keep playing smartly without letting it mess with me so much. My planned Scrabble game with Suzanne would be a nice release, I thought - but then she called it off on account of too much work. Instead, Rae agreed to hang out for a while, so we played some Trivial Pursuit, listened to the Super Furries and Cibo Matto, and ate the vegan jell(n)o that I had whipped together during dinner prep - cherry flavored and refreshingly natural-colored; not bad. And I drank a ginger beer. Mm. Rebecca came in and had a bedside chat, and then I got up again to hear her read to Joel from her journal.
moonshine
distilled within my heart
(rae's brilliant mishearing)
