TOW The Gargantuan Goose Egg on my Head
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Vodka
Congratulations! You're 100 proof, with specific scores in beer (0) , wine (16), and liquor (8).
All right...you're getting into the harder stuff. A good martini, a Mai Tai or straight shots of hard liquor is what you're into.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 10% on proof
You scored higher than 1% on beer index
You scored higher than 82% on wine index
You scored higher than 81% on liquor index
Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid
[hangs head in shame---I scored 0 in beer---for shame]
I overslept this morning---I'm not a stranger to this concept, especially when I think I got a combined total of a half an hour of sleep last night. So, although shock did momentarily register with me, I was not really surprised when I conked my head on the door frame whilst getting into the car. [mutters]
Interesing new subject to add to my roster of classes I've subbed for: Choral Music---Shannon they had Riu Riu Chiu and Shut De Do! I just kept remembering back to my High School (HS) days when I lived, ate, and breathed music---and really all for the attention of one who is now out as a homosexual. I was quite good at it, too---that's the kicker. And I was contemplating making it my major in college (more than contemplated, it was my declared major upon entering and had it not been for my inability to sight read [dyslexia] and the fact that my hand's can't stretch above 9th postion on the piano [and because of this, I play flat], it would have been my current career---Musical Education). But, everything happens for a reason.
[I can't believe I'm gonna let this out for the first time---Shannon'll lose whate little respect she had for me *winks*] I was such a dork about it too, in HS. I used to play school (yes, while still in HS---it wasn't just a Elementary School and Middle School pasttime for me) that I was a music teacher. I had a good two hours before Dad would come home in which I'd play the piano like I was teaching chorus and then I'd have "class" after I got home from Band/Indoor Percussion, in which we'd study different music/instruments and also theory. That was my favoite, theory. I rocked the socks off a certain other booger-eating, high pants-wearing, egotistical classmate of mine in that class. Probably because it was just effing easy. Ooooh now I'm all psyched up to transpose something.
That reminds me, I have to change my ringtone back to a non-Christmas thing: anyone have sheet music for Scotland the Brave? It's what my phone used to have as a ringtone when I first got it. However, when I upgraded to a new phone, it wasn't on the list of pre-recorded ones, and ever since I've been looking for it, especially now that I know the TARTAN TERRORS. If you can find it online, please send me the link, or if you have the sheet music, please e-mail me about it and I'll give you my snail mail address so you can send me a copy. I just need the first bit, pretty much up to "...Land of my heart forever, Scotland the Brave." Or, in Terror verse, the first verse up to "...England is prim and proper, Scotland's Depraved."
Anyhoo, that was pretty much the gist of my day---I had three Prep periods from 7:15 - 9:54 [lots of stuff got done then] although I did attempt to learn the piano pieces to play later, but was not successful. However, piano playing is my stress reliever (especially when I'm angry) so I worked out my upsettedness from earlier---goose egg still gargantuan. Then I had four classes in a row, lunch, and then one last class. My kinda day. And, a plus about being in the Music Room---they have CD players all over the place so I was able to keep myself occupied with a listen to Dressed to Kilt [which was the only CD I had on my person---in my bag---but for other reasons; oh no, I've said too much! *winks*]
Tomorrow my Dad is having his difibrilator replacement surgery, his was recalled. Keep us in your thoughts if you could. It's quite scary even thought it's just replacing the box (not rethreading the wire, thank God), but there are still risks: they have to stop the heart ot put it in (which might help him back out of afib---so that's a mixed blessing) and then test it again; then there is the inevitable fever that will develop (Dad always develops fevers post op, no matter what and it they can't let him leave the hospital until his temp is normal again); and, of course, what I'm mainly concerned about is the possibility that his body will reject the device. It nearly happened with the one he has now. So, just pray or light a candle, or dance naked in a field of wheat for us, if you could. We need all the help we can get. Thanks in advance.
Oh, and a VERY belated, VERY HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!
If I get a chance this weekend I plan on making a post about the way kids dress these days. God, I'm old.
Vodka
Congratulations! You're 100 proof, with specific scores in beer (0) , wine (16), and liquor (8).
All right...you're getting into the harder stuff. A good martini, a Mai Tai or straight shots of hard liquor is what you're into.
My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 10% on proof
You scored higher than 1% on beer index
You scored higher than 82% on wine index
You scored higher than 81% on liquor index
Link: The Alcohol Knowledge Test written by hoppersplit on Ok Cupid
[hangs head in shame---I scored 0 in beer---for shame]
I overslept this morning---I'm not a stranger to this concept, especially when I think I got a combined total of a half an hour of sleep last night. So, although shock did momentarily register with me, I was not really surprised when I conked my head on the door frame whilst getting into the car. [mutters]
Interesing new subject to add to my roster of classes I've subbed for: Choral Music---Shannon they had Riu Riu Chiu and Shut De Do! I just kept remembering back to my High School (HS) days when I lived, ate, and breathed music---and really all for the attention of one who is now out as a homosexual. I was quite good at it, too---that's the kicker. And I was contemplating making it my major in college (more than contemplated, it was my declared major upon entering and had it not been for my inability to sight read [dyslexia] and the fact that my hand's can't stretch above 9th postion on the piano [and because of this, I play flat], it would have been my current career---Musical Education). But, everything happens for a reason.
[I can't believe I'm gonna let this out for the first time---Shannon'll lose whate little respect she had for me *winks*] I was such a dork about it too, in HS. I used to play school (yes, while still in HS---it wasn't just a Elementary School and Middle School pasttime for me) that I was a music teacher. I had a good two hours before Dad would come home in which I'd play the piano like I was teaching chorus and then I'd have "class" after I got home from Band/Indoor Percussion, in which we'd study different music/instruments and also theory. That was my favoite, theory. I rocked the socks off a certain other booger-eating, high pants-wearing, egotistical classmate of mine in that class. Probably because it was just effing easy. Ooooh now I'm all psyched up to transpose something.
That reminds me, I have to change my ringtone back to a non-Christmas thing: anyone have sheet music for Scotland the Brave? It's what my phone used to have as a ringtone when I first got it. However, when I upgraded to a new phone, it wasn't on the list of pre-recorded ones, and ever since I've been looking for it, especially now that I know the TARTAN TERRORS. If you can find it online, please send me the link, or if you have the sheet music, please e-mail me about it and I'll give you my snail mail address so you can send me a copy. I just need the first bit, pretty much up to "...Land of my heart forever, Scotland the Brave." Or, in Terror verse, the first verse up to "...England is prim and proper, Scotland's Depraved."
Anyhoo, that was pretty much the gist of my day---I had three Prep periods from 7:15 - 9:54 [lots of stuff got done then] although I did attempt to learn the piano pieces to play later, but was not successful. However, piano playing is my stress reliever (especially when I'm angry) so I worked out my upsettedness from earlier---goose egg still gargantuan. Then I had four classes in a row, lunch, and then one last class. My kinda day. And, a plus about being in the Music Room---they have CD players all over the place so I was able to keep myself occupied with a listen to Dressed to Kilt [which was the only CD I had on my person---in my bag---but for other reasons; oh no, I've said too much! *winks*]
Tomorrow my Dad is having his difibrilator replacement surgery, his was recalled. Keep us in your thoughts if you could. It's quite scary even thought it's just replacing the box (not rethreading the wire, thank God), but there are still risks: they have to stop the heart ot put it in (which might help him back out of afib---so that's a mixed blessing) and then test it again; then there is the inevitable fever that will develop (Dad always develops fevers post op, no matter what and it they can't let him leave the hospital until his temp is normal again); and, of course, what I'm mainly concerned about is the possibility that his body will reject the device. It nearly happened with the one he has now. So, just pray or light a candle, or dance naked in a field of wheat for us, if you could. We need all the help we can get. Thanks in advance.
Oh, and a VERY belated, VERY HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!
If I get a chance this weekend I plan on making a post about the way kids dress these days. God, I'm old.