Thesising, thesising

April. APRIL?! This was the sort of panic that runs through my mind everyday. It's moving along, even at a semi-brisk pace, but I have no idea whether it will actually get done. I mean, I know it will, but I don't know if the self-confidence is delusional or actually warranted. So looking forward to being done.

The Band
We competed on Sunday, and they did very well. I guess it would be accurate to say that they performed 'as expected', but I expected quite a bit, so it was impressive. The judges even clapped after the soloists performed, even though it wasn't the end of the sequence yet, so that was nice. I guess we'll hear the results in a couple days, but that matters... less than I thought it would. I'm just really proud of them. Next project: prepping for Debating Tournament next month.

The Boy
It's like a chronic illness with him - there are some good days, some bad ones. Then there are the great days, and today was one of them. I guess it's only fair that the person who can bring to you the highest high is also the one who can take you to the lowest low. The mantra to surviving this kind of dramatic relationship: expect nothing, so you can be pleasantly surprised. Twisted, I know. Coping mechanism, nonetheless.

Hart House Jazz Choir

Wouldn't it be fantastic to be born with a perfectly pitched instrument? I went to my friend's jazz choir concert tonight, and was just completely blown away by what these talented vocalists can do with their voices. I was especially impressed with the director's farewell improvisition piece. I have just never seen improv done acapella before. Very cool.

My sister says that my true calling could be singing... but only if I got a new larynx.

At least I've got my band. We are competing on Sunday, and tonight was the last rehearsal. They look great.

Sunny Days of Writing and Rewriting

Newt Update
The day after my last post, my sister and I brought the poor handicapped newt back to the pet store. They have a two weeks guarantee, and my sister thought it was just a better idea to get a healthy one. I was under the impression that they will flush the poor thing (yet it didn't stop me from bring it back - what kinda person am I?!), but they actually kept it in a separate plastic cup to recuperate. My sister picked a skinny, feisty one. You are can see Tangerine here.

sometimes...
good news pops up at the most unexpected times. I got an update on my transcript in the mail today. Remember that Hostage Negotiation paper I was writing for, like, half a year? I finished it back in October, and my prof has finally decided to give me a mark for it. Or, the registrar just got the mark (the efficiency of RMC adminstrations knows no bounds). When I first submitted it, he said that he was going to send me some comments for revision, but none came. So anyway, he apparently decided to give me an A, and a full credit instead of a half credit. I don't know if it's just a mistake or whatever, but - heh!

Thesis
chugging along, chugging along. The library is my friend. Cellmate, anyway.

Letters
So far, Queen's and Western don't want me. I know that it shouldn't matter, 'cuz I've already taken the DND job, and it really doesn't matter one way or another. But still, I really thought I had a good chance...