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Dinner last night at sschmitt's, 'cause mciac was in town. That was fun, and the food was very good (courtesy of jdaustin). This morning woke up early to have dinner with sschmitt and mciac; we went to the yellow breakfast place (which actually has a real name, something like Barcheesi, but not that, I don't think) — in any case, it's on San Pablo & Dwight. Good food, and I'll drag my parents there at some time.

Following this, I went to Gaius' for a pancake brunch, not that I could eat many pancakes, obviously, following my substantial breakfast. But it was fun, for a while at least, and then I went to pick up leech for P5 rehearsal. Parking near campus turned out to be a small piece of Hell, 'cause there was a women's basketball game happening, or something. I think. Rehearsal good: the Christmas pieces are coming along, and hopefully they should sound pretty good. Memorizing them will be tricky, though. *sigh*

Came home to discover that wolfemancs is suddenly keen on Scrabble, which is obviously a good thing, so we played a game. All I can say is, "IQ" really needs to be an official word, despite the rules it breaks. And I'm glad to see "qanat" finally on the list of acceptable words. I had the letters for "harpoon" and "tarpaulin" (the latter being a so-called Bingo), but there sadly weren't spots to put either.

Currently wishing that I'd had a CD-burner when I copied the two-CD set of Christmas carols from Simon in my first year; I'd like to have those on CD rather than tape. Though tapes are good for the car. But still.

German oral exam tomorrow. This is not going to go well. *sigh*

"Thursday's child has far to go" [Birthday meme]

Birthday meme from c_iulius

You entered: 5/22/1980

You were born on a Thursday
under the astrological sign Gemini.
Your Life path number is 9. ( Which means... )

The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444381.5.
The golden number for 1980 is 5.
The epact number for 1980 is 13.
The year 1980 was a leap year.

As of 11/24/2003 4:21:08 AM CST [actually, subtract an hour from all of these, as I was born at 1am, not 12am.]
You are 23 years old.
You are 282 months old.
You are 1,227 weeks old.
You are 8,586 days old.
You are 206,068 hours old.
You are 12,364,101 minutes old.
You are 741,846,068 seconds old.

The moon's phase on the day you were
born was in its ( first quarter )

Day, quiz, hmm.

Bad: German oral exam, following very not much sleep.
Good: It didn't go too too badly, and I knew one of the examiners, which made it more friendly, if a bit more stressful, perhaps.
Bad: I forgot my wallet at home and hence had exactly $0.00 with which to purchase food.
Good: Today was AiR's solo switch day, which was hilarious, and since I got out of German très early, I watched them rehearsing as well as getting to go to the first part of their Sproul performance.
Bad: My ring broke. My ring broke. This is the silver (platinum?) ring that I always wear on the middle finger of my right hand, that belonged to my great-aunt Fan, that's set with lots of little tiny diamonds. And evidently the seam was underneath one of the diamonds, and somehow it got weak and just... broke. I don't care if it is seventy years old, that's still fairly shoddy craftsmanship. It wasn't being worn for a large number of those years. Fortunately, although the diamond fell out, I found it, 'cause it caught on my jacket sleeve and sparkled. So the ring and diamond are in my wireless case, and I'm hoping that I can find someone to repair it and that the repair isn't too expensive.
Good: P5 rehearsal.
Bad: Not many people were there.
Good: leech lent me money so I didn't starve after all. Ate with Caitlin after rehearsal, 'twas fun.
Bad: It's already dark outside. How ridiculous.

( Sesame Street quiz. And I *didn't* doctor the results, so nyah )