Not bad for, um, three hours.

Phew.  What a lunch break. 

Decided to dash off to the public library downtown over lunch (via the subway - hooray!  I'm such a little kid when it comes to trains.), then spent an inordinate amount of time trying to decipher their CD-cataloguing system, which turned out not to correspond with the system used on their website.  Eventually, I just sort of gave up and left empty-handed.

On the way back to work, I noticed an advertisement for the bus line I take to travel to my parents' house.  "Oh-ho!" thought I, "and here I am with no more tickets!"  So I got off early, ran over to the depot, and waited half an hour for the lady at the counter to figure out how to get a pack of tickets ready for me.

Once I had those in hand, I trudged back through the rain to the subway and managed to get back on campus without further incident.  I then snatched up some food, grabbed my violin, and brazened my way into the Education-students-only practice rooms (important lesson - if you smile and wave to strangers, they'll generally assume you're meant to be there).  What followed was a full hour of screechy, shaky "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star".  I managed to get the hiccups halfway through (and, while "Twinkle Twinkle *hic*bangtwang" is pretty catchy, it's just not the same) and had to escape in search of water.  By the time I returned, of course, my room had been taken, so I had to sneak around and find another one.  I then very cleverly slammed my finger in the door - fortunately, it didn't much hamper the Schubert sonata I played (on the piano, mind) to boost my self-esteem.

Phew.  Now I get to sit around, listen to music, and make graphs for the next few hours.  Huzzah!

(No, I'm not being sarcastic. That's the scary part.  I loves me some graphs.)

Really, I just wanted an excuse to use my mood theme again, because "rushed" is so dang amusing.  Heehee!

I'm such a geek.

To celebrate May Long (Victoria Day) weekend, I'm rewatching "Tooth and Claw".

Huzzah for the long weekend!

Further Randomness

Isn't hearing supposed to deteriorate with age?  I've really noticed the opposite lately.  Take just now - I'm sitting downstairs, typing in the kitchen, and I hear this faint buzzing.  It's very annoying, so eventually I get up to investigate.

Turns out it was my cell phone ringing.  On vibrate.  In my backpack.

Two floors up.

Freakish hearing aside (no wonder I have trouble sleeping when the neighbours pull out the BBQ!), looking forward to a pancake brunch tomorrow with my grandparents and uncle (just flown in from Vancouver, huzzah!).  Whipped cream and strawberries ahoy!

That took some getting used to after I moved out - having to invite myself over to the omnipresent family gatherings sans my usual retinue of parents and brother.  It's all good, though - just offer to play piano as entertainment and I get to avoid any awkward social interaction and still make an appearance.  And, um, get to eat pancakes.  Heehee.

Played through Schubert's Wanderer Fantasy again - it hurts my brain so much, but I love it.  Predictably, inspiration struck.  (How dramatic!)  I think it's my new project.  In more ways than one.