Done done done donnnnnneeee. (thank you, Beethoven)

Exam went extremely well.  Freakishly well.  Somewhere between 80% and 100% well.

A tip for anyone hoping to write an RCM music history exam: DO THE ESSAYS LAST.  As far as I can tell, the 20% in essay questions is just to separate the really top students from the students just trying to pass. Or something. I finished the short-answer/fill-in-the-blanks section in twenty minutes (for 80% of the test); the essays took just over two hours (for 20% of the test).  And I write extremely quickly.  Also, it was funny to note that I could either get 5% by writing the words "Kyrie, Gloria, Credo, Sanctus, Agnus Dei", or by writing a full-length essay on the impact of the motet "Ave Maria...virgo serena" based on the humanistic movement of the Renaissance era.  Hm.  I'll take the former, please.  Sort of an oddly-arranged test, anyhoo.

And, through a stroke of luck, my ignoring of poor little Schubert during my studying didn't hurt me: there was one question about him, worth one percent of the test, that I just happened to know anyway.  Phew.

Ohmygoodness.  This means that there's a very, very good chance I just earned myself my real Grade 10 RCM certification today!  After twelve years of work!  Huzzah! :D

Doctor Who Fic Recommendation!

So I don't really do this a whole heckuva lot, but I thought I'd make an exception.

Now, maybe it's just all the warm and glowy post-exam feelings talking, but I absolutely adored this fic. Recurring poetic motif (and it's that Tennyson poem , which, in case you hadn't noticed/read the TWoP recaps, perfectly parallels the new series), absolutely heartbreaking analysis of the whole Doctor/Companion thing in new and unexpected ways, brilliant and frequently giggle-worthy dialogue. It manages somehow to be adorable, profound, terrifying, and thrillingly exciting all at once. And it has disco crickets.

Title: But Broken Lights
Author: rosa_acicularis

Me = not so much a party animal

Oh, dear.  Part two of roommate's birthday (part one being the delicious but way-too-filling supper this evening) involves going to a dance club tonight.

Um.  I don't dance and I don't drink.  I guess I can handle standing in the corner looking edgy.  Whee.

Except that I'm yawning like crazy and it's only 7:30.  I guess I'll have the weekend to recover, hey?

Life of the party, me. :D

Oh!  And a random thing happened yesterday when I was wandering down the, um, big college-y shopping street (my parents call it "funky", but I'm not entirely sure what that means) last night!  It was really crowded (though I'm a definite introvert, I tend to do all right with large groups of strangers and occasionally enjoy a walk in the city at night when it feels safe), but this harried-looking guy comes running straight up to me.  He stops dead, bellows "Time!" in my ear, but by the time I've looked down at my watch, he's already dodging his way through four lanes of traffic to the other side of the street.  Very odd, but also very amusing.

At supper today, we went to a place where you could draw on the tablecloths with crayons.  I did a TARDIS, a fob watch, and a little smiley face that turned into the Cheshire cat that got a box drawn around it.  I labelled it "Schrodinger's Cheshire Cat".  Not only is he both alive and dead, he's both there and not there! :D