Once again the world shifts
I do sincerely hope that the women's team steps up. I had a spec, because Sue went hysterical-email and no one else volunteered to host. She was actually really nice, and laid-back, and low-maintenance, so it wasn't as obnoxious an experience as it could have been, but still.
Last night I wandered down to Rose Tattoo Cafe a) because I had a spec and b) because I knew a couple of people who were playing. Only one of the groups was into indiscriminate profanity, which was good. And the music of most of them was awesome. I have a bad habit of standing around with my eyes glazed over when a cello is playing along to a rock song. So pretty.
This morning we had practice at 8:30 (bad plan, Sue, bad plan -- though better than your original plan, which was 8) which started with yoga. I don't do yoga - I'm not that bendy, and I don't have enough strength in my wrists to pick up my entire body. So it was interesting, but painful. And then practice itself, where I further destroyed my shoulders with another 500 fly.
We wandered down to Nifty Fifties, a cute little diner place with ridiculously good milkshakes, and now I've been lying on my bed, trying to force myself to start work. So tired.
But: I don't have to entertain anyone for the rest of the day other than me and I have fish made for the hunt (recruited the swimmers to help out) and I need to study. So I'm going to use this nice block of time.
The hunt went well. The vibes seemed to be a little off, but I had fun creeping people out by offering them cookies in my little-girl voice and them not knowing if the cookies were poison or what. (Got a lot of compliments on the cookies, almost exclusively made with Sharples ingredients). Made my way through all the info for E59 - which I'm probably taking Tuesday night - and need to study 35 (W morning, though it's open-book).
Going dancing tomorrow afternoon; I may end up working on my tree painting beforehand. That painting is currently fail-worthy.
I just got done talking with Naomi. She came in crying - her Dad has been almost certainly diagnosed with cancer. I NEED A WAY TO HELP. HELP, I TELL YOU, NOT JUST EMPATHIZE. I DON'T WANT TO HURT FOR PEOPLE. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO HELP PEOPLE FEEL BETTER.
We had a decent conversation - ranging from the boys my year who may-or-may-not quit swimming, to why we're swimming right now, to boys in general, and issues we're having with the semester. I made her a cup of tea.
(And yet, as much as I'd like it to, tea does not solve this sort of problem.)
Last night I wandered down to Rose Tattoo Cafe a) because I had a spec and b) because I knew a couple of people who were playing. Only one of the groups was into indiscriminate profanity, which was good. And the music of most of them was awesome. I have a bad habit of standing around with my eyes glazed over when a cello is playing along to a rock song. So pretty.
This morning we had practice at 8:30 (bad plan, Sue, bad plan -- though better than your original plan, which was 8) which started with yoga. I don't do yoga - I'm not that bendy, and I don't have enough strength in my wrists to pick up my entire body. So it was interesting, but painful. And then practice itself, where I further destroyed my shoulders with another 500 fly.
We wandered down to Nifty Fifties, a cute little diner place with ridiculously good milkshakes, and now I've been lying on my bed, trying to force myself to start work. So tired.
But: I don't have to entertain anyone for the rest of the day other than me and I have fish made for the hunt (recruited the swimmers to help out) and I need to study. So I'm going to use this nice block of time.
The hunt went well. The vibes seemed to be a little off, but I had fun creeping people out by offering them cookies in my little-girl voice and them not knowing if the cookies were poison or what. (Got a lot of compliments on the cookies, almost exclusively made with Sharples ingredients). Made my way through all the info for E59 - which I'm probably taking Tuesday night - and need to study 35 (W morning, though it's open-book).
Going dancing tomorrow afternoon; I may end up working on my tree painting beforehand. That painting is currently fail-worthy.
I just got done talking with Naomi. She came in crying - her Dad has been almost certainly diagnosed with cancer. I NEED A WAY TO HELP. HELP, I TELL YOU, NOT JUST EMPATHIZE. I DON'T WANT TO HURT FOR PEOPLE. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO HELP PEOPLE FEEL BETTER.
We had a decent conversation - ranging from the boys my year who may-or-may-not quit swimming, to why we're swimming right now, to boys in general, and issues we're having with the semester. I made her a cup of tea.
(And yet, as much as I'd like it to, tea does not solve this sort of problem.)