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Oh, just some blather.
I dreamed that I caved in and bought an Nintendo DS. The problem was that they were out of the left-handed ones in all but this hideous rust orange. (Yes, I know they're not handed.) I think my subconscious was getting it and the Wii confused by the end of the dream, but the memory of stuff beyond that is fuzzy.
In a tiny bit over a week, I'll actually be playing Riff for the Latter Day Transvestites. I signed on as a stage hand and understudy, and lo and behold the Riff can't make one of the club shows, so on stage I go. I'd known I'd be performing in one of the Halloween shows, but this was a new surprise. So, I've got Rocky on in the background, trying not to get distracted from the creepy by the shiny. There's much more precise choreography and blocking than I'm accustomed to - especially choreography. Should be fun, though.
That tournament I thought I took third in? Despite seeing someone a hundred points ahead of me after the first day, Larry at Salt Lake Archery tonight handed me agold iron pyrite-plated belt buckle. The only explanation I can think of is that said person was discovered to not, in fact, be in the collegiate division. Add that to a few more facts:
The moral of the story is apparently that I should go to more small tournaments while I'm still a full-time student. Counting this one, I have three years of eligibility left, and I'm getting the feeling that I should make the most of them. The problem is that I still tend to shake when I draw, as if I'm simply not strong enough for a comfortable pull. I need to get back into rock climbing - first thing I do with newfound free time in November will be to head to the Front and see if it's worth a membership.
Oh look, two things I'm feeling thrilled about, and neither of them are grad school. Bad sign? I've also been doodling a lot in my notebook, and vaguely wishing I could be more of an artist.
Final thought - I wonder what the relationship is between (how much time I get with Frances) and (how long that lets me stay sane in the real world). Sounds like the sort of thing xkcd would tackle.
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In a tiny bit over a week, I'll actually be playing Riff for the Latter Day Transvestites. I signed on as a stage hand and understudy, and lo and behold the Riff can't make one of the club shows, so on stage I go. I'd known I'd be performing in one of the Halloween shows, but this was a new surprise. So, I've got Rocky on in the background, trying not to get distracted from the creepy by the shiny. There's much more precise choreography and blocking than I'm accustomed to - especially choreography. Should be fun, though.
That tournament I thought I took third in? Despite seeing someone a hundred points ahead of me after the first day, Larry at Salt Lake Archery tonight handed me a
- The ninth-ranked archer in the country is out of eligibility.
- The fifth-ranked archer in the nation dropped out of college.
- UCLA, Stanford, and Berkeley all decided not to send teams.
The moral of the story is apparently that I should go to more small tournaments while I'm still a full-time student. Counting this one, I have three years of eligibility left, and I'm getting the feeling that I should make the most of them. The problem is that I still tend to shake when I draw, as if I'm simply not strong enough for a comfortable pull. I need to get back into rock climbing - first thing I do with newfound free time in November will be to head to the Front and see if it's worth a membership.
Oh look, two things I'm feeling thrilled about, and neither of them are grad school. Bad sign? I've also been doodling a lot in my notebook, and vaguely wishing I could be more of an artist.
Final thought - I wonder what the relationship is between (how much time I get with Frances) and (how long that lets me stay sane in the real world). Sounds like the sort of thing xkcd would tackle.
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