Good day, everyone. I hope everyone is in a good mood and I hope that my fellow college students are doing well with their finals.
Speaking of finals, I only have three more to go (well, technically two plus a horn jury): my jury is tomorrow morning (don’t worry, I’m about to go to bed; I’ll be fine), my SHMRG final is Tuesday morning bright and early, and my History final will be Wednesday afternoon, unfortunately; I wish it was earlier so that I could be home earlier, but oh well. Nothing I can do about that except for skip, and I’m definitely not going to do that.
Today was decent. Woke up around 9:30-9:45 or so, got dressed, and made my way over to Conner’s house. He hopped in my car and we made the twenty minute trip to Wolfforth, where the church we go to together is located. The normal pastor was back today after a three-week hiatus (I’m not sure where he had been), which was great. Don’t get me wrong, the man who spoke last week was decent, but you could tell that he was doing something he wasn’t entirely comfortable with/used to. Today’s message was titled “Missing Christmas While Waiting in Line”, which is pretty self-explanatory – we need to make sure that Christmas isn’t about what presents we get (though I’m not saying that those gifts are the root of evil or anything like that), but rather about the people we get those presents from. Most importantly, however, it’s about God and how He sent His only son Jesus down on earth to be born to a virgin and later to save us all from our sin and from the fate we all deserve. Be thankful for your situation in life, whether you’re poverty-stricken or well-off, because God loves us all and He always provides for us.
After church, I dropped Conner back off at his house and headed back to the room. I called Andrew on my way back to see what he was up to and to let him know that I would be there soon, but he didn’t answer. I shrugged it off, thinking he might have gone to his church’s 11am service. After I had parked in the parking garage and had started to make my way back to the room, he called me back: believe it or not, Andrew had just woken up. Blew my mind. You see, Andrew is NOT a late sleeper at all; this is the only time I’ve seen him sleep past 11, and I’ve rarely even seen him sleep past 10 at the latest. It was definitely a landmark in the sleep habits of Andrew.
Once I got back in the room, we just hung out for a while, had a glass of milk, ate a cookie (Lofthouse, of course!), watched Family Guy, the usual. Oh Family Guy, why do you amuse me so?
Speaking of amusing, here’s something that’s NOT. It’s a Flash game called “QWOP”, and it’s the hardest Flash game I’ve ever played. Basically, you control a runner at the Olympics, and your goal is to finish a 100-yard sprint. Simple enough, amirite? Wrong. To make the run, you have to control of each the runner’s leg muscles separately; the Q and W buttons control his thighs, while O and P control his calves. If you don’t time it correctly, you fall over and crack your head (you don’t see it, but the sound effect for some reasoned sickened me a bit). The best I could do was 32.2 meters. Here’s the link below; see if you can get any farther than I did:
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Anyway, after a while of failing at that game, I decided that I had put off my laundry for long enough, so I put everything in my hamper, packed my laptop in my backpack, and trekked down to the basement/laundry room. Andrew would have joined me, but he had student mass at his church at 5pm, so I went alone. The laundry room was pretty busy tonight; I was only able to snag two washing machines at a time. Laundry was pretty boring (not that I expected any different), and as soon as I finished and had gotten up to the room to put everything away, Andrew called me asking me to pick him up. You see, our friend Megan was accepted into the Disney College Program and will be working at Disney World in Florida as a paid intern next semester, so we won’t see her for months. We decided (well, it was Andrew’s idea) to get a few of us to go out to eat and then go see Tangled at the movie theater as a sort of “send-off” shindig; however, plans changed, and we ended up just going out to eat at the Olive Garden. I had raspberry lemonade to drink (very tasty, as our waitress could tell you; she refilled my glass countless times throughout the evening) and ate lots of bread sticks before our meal came out; everyone knows that the bread sticks are the best part about the Olive Garden. For my meal, I ordered what I normally get there: the fettuccine alfredo. Good stuff. When we had first looked through the menu to order, we saw the dessert menu, listing several delicious items sent down to the restaurant by God Himself, including the Caramel Hazelnut Macchiato.
- SO GOOD
Now, since I’ve gotten into coffee lately, I was all too eager to try this macchiato, so I resolved to order it after my meal, as did Jenny (one of the girls we were with). When it finally came (without whipped cream, of course; whipped cream is disgusting), it was delicious. I didn’t have to add any creamer because of the caramel and hazelnut syrups already mixed in. Very good stuff; Andrew decided to order one too, and, as we drank it down, we made sure to keep it classy by keeping our pinkies out. Would you expect anything less of us? Haha.
After dinner and dessert, we went back on campus, where we all re-grouped in Tessa and Jenny’s room (they have the big TV set), where we proceeded to play with the Wii, games like Mario Kart (Tessa wins), Super Smash Bros. Brawl (I win), and Just Dance 2 (I did not participate in such shenanigans). We played that until about 1:30am, when I said, “Listen, I’ve got a jury in the morning and I’ve gotta go. Goodnight.” Gave Tessa and Megan hugs, Jenny a high five (she was lying on her back on the ground, exhausted from dancing), and then Andrew and I headed out the door and went back to the room. And here I am.
I think I had mentioned the other day that my voice teacher had talked with one of the voice professors at Tech, Prof. Dent, and that he would get in contact with me to talk about a choir audition. Well, after waiting somewhat impatiently, I received an email today from Prof. Dent, who proceeded to set up a time for me to meet with him and get things in order. We will be meeting tomorrow afternoon at 2:30, at which point I’ll sing for him a bit of a song I have prepared, and I’ll also sight-read a bit. In other words, nothing I haven’t been doing for two-thirds of my life (singing in a choir, at least; I’ve only been sight reading since seventh grade and performing solos since fifth grade). I’ll keep you all posted as to how it goes.
Random: I want to learn how to rip a phone book in half. It’s not a particularly difficult feat, and it doesn’t require a lot of strength if you know how to do it properly. So I will learn, and then I will record myself beast mode-ing it up, and then I will post it on here for you all to see. Sound like a plan? Awesome.
For some reason this post seems shorter than normal, but, according to the word count below this box, I just passed 1200 words, which is around the same general amount as usual. I could probably keep going at it, but I have my horn jury in the morning and I want to be able to wake up on time, not be in a hurry, and do well. I’m not too worried about the jury itself; I’ve practiced what I’m going to play and I know how to do it well, so it’s just a matter of doing it.
Anyway, that’s all for this post. Goodnight/good day, everyone. I hope it’s a good one.
Chad
P.S. – Two more days.
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