and here I am again.
Well not much new. The house buying deal continues, the financing guy said everything has been submitted. But will not give me a cost brake down. So that’s annoying. I’m going to try and get a different quote from someone else, because I don’t think he get’s it. It’s my money so I have a right to see what’s going on with it.
Work has been pretty lame, my job is changing to be more requirements gathering and technical analysis. Which means I don’t actually do anything. I sit around and have meetings and enter stuff into big spreadsheets that will be ignored later… I like building solutions. i.e. having a problem and making something work with it. And at the end of the day knowing I supported a process or created something new. I don’t feel I do that currently.
I started school for the summer. I have managerial accounting this summer. Speaking of school I found out I got a C in statistics. That’s bad. Really bad. It means that if I get two more C’s I’m kicked out of my MBA program. No refund. It ticks me off that I did all that effort for a C. And I think I did well on the final, it was straight from the practice test which I studied well. I got about a 55% average on the home work which the prof and I never really figured out what he was looking for. He had no grading rubric, and his marks seemed completely arbitrary. I have no recourse in this matter I can’t retake the class and get a better grade and have one overwrite the other I can’t just drop the class as it already happened. I actually didn’t know how I was going to do because 75% of the grade was undecided until the last two weeks of class. So I’m in the library now studying for accounting.
Work bought me a cellular card. It’s pretty cool I can get a good signal pretty much anywhere. The weeks are me coming home and eating watching a movie and spending time with the girl. The weekend are dinner parties and events. Last weekend was the wine festival and I went to see RENT again the musical. It wasn’t as good as the version of the show of I saw in NYC. This weekend it dinner party Friday night with friends JA and all of her friends. I’ll probably go see JF tonight.
I’ve been playing final fantasy X-2 lately. It’s an rpg game that is like a spinoff of final fantasy 10. It’s not nearly as good. It take three of the females from X and builds a story around them. It sucks, and the thing that bugs me the most, The magic system is done by changing the characters dresses. Can you believe this? I’m playing pretty princes dress me up with three dolls as a grown man. I’m going to have to play it twice to because I missed some of the dresses. Well it’s new game + that mode opens up some new stuff I want to see.
Last night I went for a walk late into Georgetown. Admiring the pretty people of the world, I don’t really belong and I’m ok with that. I followed my heart into the book store. I was pondering the ideas of identity and anonymity. What things make us who we are as individuals? What of those are expressions of a person or a role or idea templateded from our environment? Are we what we think we are or are we a breath of air, gone but for a moment leaving no trace but memories?
It was very beautiful watching the city at night. Walking over the Key bridge, the reflection of the Kennedy center and the lights pouring out from DC, a phosphorescent playground.
Work has been pretty lame, my job is changing to be more requirements gathering and technical analysis. Which means I don’t actually do anything. I sit around and have meetings and enter stuff into big spreadsheets that will be ignored later… I like building solutions. i.e. having a problem and making something work with it. And at the end of the day knowing I supported a process or created something new. I don’t feel I do that currently.
I started school for the summer. I have managerial accounting this summer. Speaking of school I found out I got a C in statistics. That’s bad. Really bad. It means that if I get two more C’s I’m kicked out of my MBA program. No refund. It ticks me off that I did all that effort for a C. And I think I did well on the final, it was straight from the practice test which I studied well. I got about a 55% average on the home work which the prof and I never really figured out what he was looking for. He had no grading rubric, and his marks seemed completely arbitrary. I have no recourse in this matter I can’t retake the class and get a better grade and have one overwrite the other I can’t just drop the class as it already happened. I actually didn’t know how I was going to do because 75% of the grade was undecided until the last two weeks of class. So I’m in the library now studying for accounting.
Work bought me a cellular card. It’s pretty cool I can get a good signal pretty much anywhere. The weeks are me coming home and eating watching a movie and spending time with the girl. The weekend are dinner parties and events. Last weekend was the wine festival and I went to see RENT again the musical. It wasn’t as good as the version of the show of I saw in NYC. This weekend it dinner party Friday night with friends JA and all of her friends. I’ll probably go see JF tonight.
I’ve been playing final fantasy X-2 lately. It’s an rpg game that is like a spinoff of final fantasy 10. It’s not nearly as good. It take three of the females from X and builds a story around them. It sucks, and the thing that bugs me the most, The magic system is done by changing the characters dresses. Can you believe this? I’m playing pretty princes dress me up with three dolls as a grown man. I’m going to have to play it twice to because I missed some of the dresses. Well it’s new game + that mode opens up some new stuff I want to see.
Last night I went for a walk late into Georgetown. Admiring the pretty people of the world, I don’t really belong and I’m ok with that. I followed my heart into the book store. I was pondering the ideas of identity and anonymity. What things make us who we are as individuals? What of those are expressions of a person or a role or idea templateded from our environment? Are we what we think we are or are we a breath of air, gone but for a moment leaving no trace but memories?
It was very beautiful watching the city at night. Walking over the Key bridge, the reflection of the Kennedy center and the lights pouring out from DC, a phosphorescent playground.