Great thoughts of Fleeting substance

Spring break! Spring break! Spring break!

Eh. I’m unimpressed.

Actually, it’s not really spring break yet. Well, it could be. I could have had a perfectly veg-tastic weekend, but I didn’t. Here’s the haps.

Last week was midterms week. Yeah, it went pretty well. I did pretty well, I think, on the take-home midterm. I turned it in early. It was more a function of me not having any more time to work on it than of any hearty self-confidence, but it’s pretty funny nonetheless. Back in high school they would say ‘someday Noel will take over the world. And when he does, he’ll take it over 3 days early.’ It’s true. I do hate me the procrastination. And remember that, I’ll be important in a couple paragraphs.

My other midterm went pretty well, too. I could have been more confident with some of my answers, but I think I got it all pretty much right. I reserve judgment, however, on either/both of my midterms until I see the final curve. I’ve been thrown way too often by the curves on these classes. “I got a 52%, but don’t worry, that’s actually a B+”. Crikey.

So midterms week, highly stressful, is over. And so what do I get? Spring break! Oh, and homework. I get homework too. Stupid classes decide to assign homework even when they know just bloody fine that we’re burned out after midterms and trying to unwind, but they do it anyway. And being as I’m allergic to procrastinating, I did it this weekend. Well, not all of it. Half of it, though. Still, more work than I wanted to do this weekend, that’s for sure.

It’s good, though, because my adaptive signal processing class project starts soon. And of course the class is going to assign homework, because it’s stupid. So I’ll probably want to take this week to get some work done on the project while I’m unimpeded by classes and homework.

*Sigh*. Let’s hear it for spring break. Yippee.

What else…went to McCormic and Schmick, as promised. I did it up really nice, too. Called ahead for reservations, went in my suit, ordered wine. I was playing dress-up, essentially, but it was good fun. “Hello, I’m a very important person and I believe I have a reservation.” Ma ha. Yeah, that’s right. I could probably pull that off.

Also bought Fight Night Round 2. It’s pretty fun, but it’s wearing off pretty quickly. There’s no variety to the fights, that I’ve seen. They just get faster and more powerful step by step by blah blah blah. And Derek has been kicking my rear in that game too. Which is annoying, but valid, cause he’s better at it than I am.

Got in some drum practice this weekend, put in an order for some new sparring gear because the old stuff is starting to wear out, a little writing planning, not much else, really.

Check out the cool links:

Rap dictionary. Just in case you ever wondered what all those number and slang they keep yelling means. I’m a face gator with steez. And I have duckets. Word, propah.

Overheard in New York. Things taken out of context are funny!

There is one thing I have never in my life had enough of. Nail clippers. Back when I had hair it was nail clippers and hairbrushes, we could never find the bloody things. They were always elsewhere, or lost, or in someone elses bedroom. And I can find my nail clippers now. Or they’re getting dull and I need new ones. One day I’m going to have a wall of nail clippers. Five nail clippers in every room in the house. I’ll finally have enough of the dumb things. That’ll feel good.