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This weekend has consisted of periods of melancholy interspersed with periods of having much fun; this might be a sign to spend more time socializing. My work ethic seems to have become, "It's not a paper, therefore I don't have to do it". This may or may not be a good thing. What is certainly not a good thing, however, is that after my last two papers, my work ethic has added, "The paper isn't due tomorrow, therefore I can procrastinate".
As for the much fun, there was:
*D&D, which was even more amusing than usual. Stifler and Jamison subbed for characters, and I discovered that beating someone with a stuffed cat leads to just a bit of innuendo. Also, the theme of the session was 'nudity'.
*The concert, which I gushed about previously. There's a high I get from a good performance that's like nothing else, and singing Beethoven's Ninth with a full orchestra is just an incredible experience.
*Hanging about the remnants of Rebecca's birthday party and a)singing the Ninth with meanfreepath, b)singing Beatles songs with a bunch of people, and c)much musical improvisation with another bunch of people. Singing jazz is fun, despite my lack of improv skills.
*The Gamelan/Dance & Drum Ensemble concert. I enjoyed watching Gamelan a lot more than I did listening to it for Music 10, and rabican and qianian kicked ass. And Taiko!
*Wasting two hours at SWILTable, spending most of the time in hysterics of different flavors: the "I haven't laughed this hard in ages" kind, the "raging at appending_doom kind, and the "Jonathan is talking about being naked at the dinner table" kind. Good times.
And now, back to my love-hate relationship with this Schumann biography. At least the author hasn't talked about Schumann's sex life for a few chapters...
As for the much fun, there was:
*D&D, which was even more amusing than usual. Stifler and Jamison subbed for characters, and I discovered that beating someone with a stuffed cat leads to just a bit of innuendo. Also, the theme of the session was 'nudity'.
*The concert, which I gushed about previously. There's a high I get from a good performance that's like nothing else, and singing Beethoven's Ninth with a full orchestra is just an incredible experience.
*Hanging about the remnants of Rebecca's birthday party and a)singing the Ninth with meanfreepath, b)singing Beatles songs with a bunch of people, and c)much musical improvisation with another bunch of people. Singing jazz is fun, despite my lack of improv skills.
*The Gamelan/Dance & Drum Ensemble concert. I enjoyed watching Gamelan a lot more than I did listening to it for Music 10, and rabican and qianian kicked ass. And Taiko!
*Wasting two hours at SWILTable, spending most of the time in hysterics of different flavors: the "I haven't laughed this hard in ages" kind, the "raging at appending_doom kind, and the "Jonathan is talking about being naked at the dinner table" kind. Good times.
And now, back to my love-hate relationship with this Schumann biography. At least the author hasn't talked about Schumann's sex life for a few chapters...