From bad to better
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eveglassBe warned, I ramble when I'm tired.
I woke up this morning early, but not as early as I'd have liked, with a headache and in a bad mood. It didn't help that, though I reached the photo studio at 10:30, I needed to wait until 11 to get my photos for my ISIC card, which meant I didn't get the actual card until 11:30. This also meant I had no time for library research this morning. I was annoyed. I went to Massey instead. (On the up-side, I now have the card, which means I can now get my train tickets.)
After lunch and Latin, I went over to roleplay at Andrew's. On the way there, I noticed the sky was an absolutely stunning shade of blue, almost electric. It pleased me.
Roleplaying itself was great. I'd missed the special feeling of being paranoid because they really are all out to get you. And, for once, I had the GM all to myself (I'd missed the last session), so I finally got myself into the storyline. It appears that I am on the other side of the storyline from the rest of the players, but conflict makes games interesting, right?
From there, I walked back to campus, about a half-hour walk. The sun had just set. To my right was Venus, sparkling and brilliant, setting slowly into the west. To my left was Mars, red and solemn, rising ever upwards. Before me, between the two, was the sharp outline of a half moon. I was sure there was some philosophical lesson I could have learned from all this, but I couldn't think of it.
Onwards to the library, Robarts today instead of PIMS. For the third day in a row, I vowed not to leave until I had at least one article on my subject. However, I today I emerged triumphant! I left the library with three photocopied articles, a book, and a page of references. Two other books were missing (welcome to Robarts), but at least one of those is at PIMS. Huzzah! I don't know how useful the articles will be to me, but at least it's a start.
By now it was 7. I still hadn't had dinner. I stopped off at Massey to check in with the guy who was planning tonight's surprise party. He said, in an offhand, casual way, "You've written something for the filk, right?" Um... no. In fact I hadn't. I knew he had sent out a song ("Home for a Rest"), but I hadn't realized he was asking for filks. I told him I'd see what I could do.
As I was walking down to my locker to put away my bag before going to dinner, my muse decided it wanted attention and it wanted it NOW. I had a tune. I had a theme. It was inspired. It wanted me to write. I was hungry, but I know better than to ignore my muse. A half-hour later, I had filked a chorus and three verses. This is a record even for me. I dropped it off with the party organizer (who was as surpised as I was) who promised to type it up.
The song being written (<= ablative absolute, my brain is stuck in Latin syntax), I went for dinner at Swiss Chalet. It was tasty.
Back to Massey, to sit by the fire for an hour and read about crime, punishment, execution, rape, and prostitution in the middle ages. For once, I was actually interested in my Social History readings. Fire good. Tree pretty.
Then it was the surprise party. The guest of honour showed up and did a good job of pretending he didn't know about it beforehand. (I don't know if he knew or not, actually.) About 40-50 Masseyites had shown up to wish him well and partake in the keg. We sang our filk (which I realized had verses written by other people as well, which was fun). An impromptu jam session began and I took my leave after a few songs.
On the way home, I saw my old friend Orion, looking down at me despite the insane amounts of Toronto light pollution.
And now it is 12:28, and I must sleep. Tomorrow is the final class of Social History and Materials of Medieval History, a Latin midterm / sight passage, and possibly a Heather Dale concert in the evening. At some point I'd like to get Friday's Latin done and perhaps some research for my paper. So it'll be a full day. Must sleep now. G'night all.
I woke up this morning early, but not as early as I'd have liked, with a headache and in a bad mood. It didn't help that, though I reached the photo studio at 10:30, I needed to wait until 11 to get my photos for my ISIC card, which meant I didn't get the actual card until 11:30. This also meant I had no time for library research this morning. I was annoyed. I went to Massey instead. (On the up-side, I now have the card, which means I can now get my train tickets.)
After lunch and Latin, I went over to roleplay at Andrew's. On the way there, I noticed the sky was an absolutely stunning shade of blue, almost electric. It pleased me.
Roleplaying itself was great. I'd missed the special feeling of being paranoid because they really are all out to get you. And, for once, I had the GM all to myself (I'd missed the last session), so I finally got myself into the storyline. It appears that I am on the other side of the storyline from the rest of the players, but conflict makes games interesting, right?
From there, I walked back to campus, about a half-hour walk. The sun had just set. To my right was Venus, sparkling and brilliant, setting slowly into the west. To my left was Mars, red and solemn, rising ever upwards. Before me, between the two, was the sharp outline of a half moon. I was sure there was some philosophical lesson I could have learned from all this, but I couldn't think of it.
Onwards to the library, Robarts today instead of PIMS. For the third day in a row, I vowed not to leave until I had at least one article on my subject. However, I today I emerged triumphant! I left the library with three photocopied articles, a book, and a page of references. Two other books were missing (welcome to Robarts), but at least one of those is at PIMS. Huzzah! I don't know how useful the articles will be to me, but at least it's a start.
By now it was 7. I still hadn't had dinner. I stopped off at Massey to check in with the guy who was planning tonight's surprise party. He said, in an offhand, casual way, "You've written something for the filk, right?" Um... no. In fact I hadn't. I knew he had sent out a song ("Home for a Rest"), but I hadn't realized he was asking for filks. I told him I'd see what I could do.
As I was walking down to my locker to put away my bag before going to dinner, my muse decided it wanted attention and it wanted it NOW. I had a tune. I had a theme. It was inspired. It wanted me to write. I was hungry, but I know better than to ignore my muse. A half-hour later, I had filked a chorus and three verses. This is a record even for me. I dropped it off with the party organizer (who was as surpised as I was) who promised to type it up.
The song being written (<= ablative absolute, my brain is stuck in Latin syntax), I went for dinner at Swiss Chalet. It was tasty.
Back to Massey, to sit by the fire for an hour and read about crime, punishment, execution, rape, and prostitution in the middle ages. For once, I was actually interested in my Social History readings. Fire good. Tree pretty.
Then it was the surprise party. The guest of honour showed up and did a good job of pretending he didn't know about it beforehand. (I don't know if he knew or not, actually.) About 40-50 Masseyites had shown up to wish him well and partake in the keg. We sang our filk (which I realized had verses written by other people as well, which was fun). An impromptu jam session began and I took my leave after a few songs.
On the way home, I saw my old friend Orion, looking down at me despite the insane amounts of Toronto light pollution.
And now it is 12:28, and I must sleep. Tomorrow is the final class of Social History and Materials of Medieval History, a Latin midterm / sight passage, and possibly a Heather Dale concert in the evening. At some point I'd like to get Friday's Latin done and perhaps some research for my paper. So it'll be a full day. Must sleep now. G'night all.
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