Life is good.

Work is good. Classes are good. I've got everything under control...

Except that you know, I threw a fit because I somehow missed this huge shard of glass while cleaning my apartment and it thought my hand was a pillow. But, you know, no big deal...I got it out...I never want to see that much blood ever again.

Yeah. Marching's good. ( Read more... )

Life is...boring.

I shouldn't complain. Better boring than stressful. Got my marching uniform. It was too big. Guess I've lost some weight in the past two years. Not overly big but...you know. Big-ish.

Yeah. That's all today.

[ooc: Doesn't it figure that just as we get the internet line all dandy and working...the home line cut off and the phone ( Read more... )

It's amazing how much satisfaction one can get out of shooting holes in a paper target. Seriously. And I insist...it has nothing to do with the targets being shaped like people.

I practiced my eyes-right for two hours last night. I had to sit down to practice after a while. My shoulder started to hurt, so I stopped. I can't march if I can't do the ( Read more... )