I took my midterm last night. Today is the first day in weeks that I haven't carried my books with me to work. My back is sore.
The test went as well as it could go, I suppose. I did my best, but I'm going to be pissed if my best is less than 72%. I had a personal epiphany related to the quadratic equation during my third try at the 'how long does it take this arching object to reach the ground?' question.
My finals are on the 15th and 18th. This may lead to inconsistencies in blog content.
I want to go to Aveo with patrickt this weekend, but I seem to be in a musical streak of bad luck. I was non-plussed by Aveo for a long time, but my latest listens have me likening them to a mix of The Smiths and The Shins, so perhaps love will blossom at a live show.
In the land of general updates:
Josh and I had lunch today. He suggested that next time I get a manicure, I have them put on stainless steel fingernails that have little fold out contraptions under the tips. Then I'll have swiss army hands.
Cake's knee is looking less like a honeydew melon and more like a potato every day. He found a wheelchair on the street, and it's his new favorite piece of furniture. He tried to tell me that people wouldn't sit in it, due to possible bad mojo. I didn't believe him. But Lo and behold, the chair was shunned when the house was full."Too weird, man. Too....fate tempting."
I snapped at him for being overly snuggley after 11:30pm. In my defense, "snuggle" sometimes manifests itself as "lets hold Sonya down and sing her songs about dead babies while she struggles with her -totally ineffective- upper body because she's worried about hurting our knee if she uses her legs.", but nonetheless, he's a nice boyfriend. He's patient when I suddenly start worrying about colon cancer, and he humors/ignores me when I'm being bossy.
Tiny is having epiphanies not related to the quadratic equation. She seems to become more herself all the time. She also got a dressform, which is neat in the daytime but it turns into a monster at night.
My dad caught 3 steelhead. 3 feet each. He smoked them in the back yard.
Posted by Sonya at March 4, 2004 04:17 PMSmoking fish is a term I had to have explained to me. Although I liked the mental image I had before this explanation better.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at March 4, 2004 05:16 PMYa, I was thinking - why didn't he invite US?
Posted by: Gin at March 5, 2004 06:00 AMOh, he'll invite you. He'll invite you and you'll smell like fish for weeks. This is nowhere near as bad as canning fish, though. At least when you smoke them you can be outside in the fresh air.
Posted by: sonya at March 5, 2004 08:25 AMDid he cold or hot smoke 'em? I miss how my Little Chief Smoker could magically transform cheap $0.99 a pound chum into succulent $12 a pound lox -- yum!
Posted by: THE COMTE at March 5, 2004 10:12 AMaveo was great when I saw them down here almost two years ago, but I was sorta bored by their first album, hoping the new one hits me right. i want a wheelchair as furniture, that's fantastic!
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