Miscellany

Yesterday, a student was wearing a t-shirt with "A sound only I can perceive" written across it.

5 day work weeks are just too long. 4, or even 4 and a half, would make me very happy. It's not even Wednesday and I am counting days until the weekend.

I slept in until 7:50 twice last week, and it was only a 4 day week. I have taken to using 2 alarm clocks now. A little worying.

My apartment, being the shape that it is, was acting as a wind-catcher last night. Plants and trees and palms were whipping around in the garden, lashing about like a tornado was on its way. Yet when I went outside to go for a ramble, there was nothing. All bundled up as I was against the wind, it all proved unnecessary as I walked past a businessman in shirtsleeves.

I think I would like to try out being a DJ for a little while. I might actually have to buy decks though, as I don't think you can get any better without actually practicing once in a while. But I also want to be in the foreign service. And I want to be a teacher. I could probably do the teacher thing and the DJ thing, but I imagine it would be a little difficult to travel my ever-expanding music collection around the globe.

Christmas is almost here and I have no idea what to get my father. Last year, I used a brilliant stolen idea and gave him loads and loads of music I thought he might like, copied out of my collection, so I could add some to that this year. But it needs a little something more... And for Jason, I am thinking about giving him a used gift, which sounds kind of wrong, but I think would probably be appreciated. It's a Sony digital camera, and it is far better than the one he and his girlfriend brought to Japan a couple of years ago, and would come with all the accessories as well as a new memory card. Which actually costs as much as the present I would probably end up buying them were I home. So I guess it is really a memory card, with a camera and stuff included.

How bad do you think it hurts if you burst an eardrum? And what does it take to pop it? The last 2 times I have flown, I have been in immense pain when the plane is descending. It always feels as though my left ear is going to explode from the pressure, while I sit there pressing my hand against it, trying not to cry.

Women are nuts. This includes me, however I am not nearly so bad as some,and they are usually the some that don't deserve to have such a decimated opinion of themselves. It is so bad that they lack the confidence to go up to a man and ask him to dance. I want to smack these women I love and scream and shout until they see what I see, but I know it is never going to happen. Never. And I want to cry.

On the other hand, I am revelling in my power. At DNA, a friend thought a boy was cute, but was too worried to approach him. Then, we saw him trapped in a corner with bitter-bitter girl and grew worried. It was suggested I go get him, then there was the "oh shit" realization crossing her face as she remembered that I will do that sort of thing. And I did. Dragging 2 behind, we walked over. Right before the final approach, I turned to Diane and said, "I am about to be very rude." As bitter-bitter girl turned to speak to a friend, I made the international come hither gesture with a finger and he followed us onto the dance floor. Where the shy girl I stole him for proceeded to ignore him. . . I just don't get it. I have had friends do similiar things for me before, and trust me, I always do my best on the follow-through. If I lose out, I lose out. So be it. Yep. Women are bloody nuts.