| I can drive a stick. |
[May. 13th, 2007|01:56 am] |
Weekend activities have been completed. Rob and I successfully traveled to Chicago to play in the PTQ. When I say successfully I mean, "we didn't die despite my best efforts." I have limited experience shifting, and clutching. These skills have now been tested by fire. I have experienced stop and go while waiting for tool booths, and I have rapidly shifted gears while trying to make decent time between stop lights and residential districts.
I may have ran on stop sign and almost rear ended a guy on seperate occasions, the later not being my fault. The light was difficult to see since it was dim and the sun was at an awkward angle. The guy I almost rearended stopped behind a guy who stopped as apposed to merging onto a major freeway. It was scary.
My clutch, transmission, and tires have received decent wear for this trip.
We showed up late to the PTQ, but managed to sneak in since they had started late anyways. We registered a deck pool in 5 mins to later realized that we had another 15 mins. We then built our decks while coming off our adreniline high from the drive. The biggest mistake was probably putting in Restore Balance thinking that with clockspinning it would be a wrath of god. But in reality it read something like pay one white wait two turns and lose 12 life to wrath and even out lands and hands. This isn't good... it wasn't good... we played 3-3-0 and then dropped since we couldn't top 8 into the prize anymore and it was a long drive home. We might have been able to do better if we had put in cards that had text which didn't imply that we were going to lose so much life.
Yep Yep... I expect nobody who reads this to understand since I don't think anyone that even pretends to follow my blog plays Magic. That's all for now. |
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| Camp Physical, poker, dork cards. |
[May. 8th, 2007|01:39 am] |
Is it bad that I'm looking forward to a camp physical? This seems sketchy to me. I think it comes from the fact that camp this summer is the bit of future I can see coming, and that is reasuring. As far as other jobs are concerned I am still waiting. There are a few applications out and I am hopeful.
I've been having a string of bad luck at poker the last couple weeks. Bad luck mostly, and a few less expensive bad plays (into people who have good luck). But I'm still at least 100 up for the semester. I guess I can't complain.
It looks like I might be traveling to Chicago this weekend to play in a Dork Card tourny. I'd be more hesitant to do it, but I looks like Rob is really looking forward to it. Who am I to disappoint Rob? Maybe my bad poker luck will inspire some good dork card luck. *crosses fingers*
jVx |
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[Apr. 28th, 2007|10:16 am] |
I didn't sleep last night and I'm updating this journal 'ith out the use of a stickly key. Interagative terms are quite difficult for me to 'rite. Despite this typing restriction I am forcing myself to stay a'ake for a bit longer to see if there 'ill be something in my SPO.
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| Poker? Why poker? |
[Apr. 24th, 2007|01:28 am] |
I placed the turmoil of life aside for part of the evening for monday night poker. Despite all that is going contrary to the way I would like it to in my life I still have been doing well at poker. Four on Saturday; fifteen tonight. I'm still not ready to go back to the casino... even the cheap table is expensive. It's on thing to call an expensive two dollar bet, and it's another when you're pay that much for a blind.
Project presentation Wed
Senior Paper Friday
Play dork cards with Rob on Friday at the Lan Party.
Yep. Perhaps the second derivative of my life is positive... here's hoping. |
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| Long time no see |
[Apr. 20th, 2007|09:41 am] |
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Over the last semester I've become less stress. It's been nice. I'm looking for a job. I have most of a senior project done. I'm working at camp this summer. Yep. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2006|01:36 pm] |
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I don't want to take finals. I want my projects to be done. I want to go play games with Rob. Tuesday can't come soon enough. |
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| Turning of the tides. |
[Nov. 11th, 2006|10:20 pm] |
Tuesday I slept through my 8am Quantum Lecture. I never miss class, but my alarm did not sound loudly enough to awaken me. I woke up at 9:55. It was frustrating; I jumped up and down like a sim mumbling nonsense syllables of frustration. The day prior I had spoken with my adviser, who also teaches the class, about how tired I am. I thought it was ironic that I then missed his class.
The odd thing is that I feel a lot better having slept through it. Maybe it's just a change of focus, or maybe it's that I'm not doing homework right now. I still want to semester to be over, but I might now have the constitution to make it to the end.
Things of brighter note. I'm playing guitar in 'Christmas at Luther'. If you don't know, it's a big deal down here. I also passed the first step of the application for the Teach for America program. The next phase is a phone interview on Tuesday. I'm excited. I think I'm feeling calling in this, and it's been a while since I've felt that. |
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| Tired, broken down, and hangin' in. |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|12:14 am] |
Well, I'm hanging in. I'm rediculusly tired. I've been picking up every extra hour of sleep I can, but they are few and far between. I turned in an awful lab report for my advanced lab class. I'm going to turn in a poorly done Quantum Mechanics assignmnet tomorrow...
What really sucks is that I don't have anything to complain about. It's like the Arlo Guthrie song "the paws of mr claus" where he says, "when you've got a bad time of it you always have a freind that says to you 'hey look at that guy' and sure enough he's got it worse than you... and it makes you feel better to know there someone who's got it worse than you..." BUT it doesn't make me feel better. I want to wallow in self pity just a bit. I AM TIRED. I'm tire of being one of the thousand tired college kids here. I'm tired of working myself to the bone to try to fulfill the expectations that are placed on me (or I place on myself).
But as I said before I'm hangin' in there. I'll coast through this semester if I have too. My GPA can take a bit of a hit. Unfortuanately, it's more than that. I have used my ability to do well in class as part of my self definition for a long time. Who am I? Well, thanks to Luther college I'm not an above average student, nor a choir member. Stupid Luther. Why am I giving them money? |
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| Tired, Beat up, Worn out. |
[Oct. 11th, 2006|12:46 am] |
I don't care about school anymore. I'm not doing terribly well in my classes. It's unfortunate since this is the semester if any I should. Quantum Mechanics isn't easy. I dislike group work. I rather work by myself then with people who procrastinate and say they are going to do things which they don't do.
I'm not going to grad school next year. Maybe another time, but not yet. So peace corp or time off. I kinda want time off, but I might be called into the peace corp. If that doesn't happen I think I just want to get a roommate and an apartment, a job and just simmer for a year.
I want time to read and play guitar. Maybe record some guitar. Cook my own food, and bake bread. Become the member of a church and maybe teach some sunday school. Not sure I'm ready to face more school even if it's just to get a teaching certification. |
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| 1.5 months. Canoeing. Depression and Antidepression. |
[Sep. 18th, 2006|01:13 am] |
Yes it's been a month and a half since I last wrote anything. I've been busy... well in august I really wasn't. In fact, I was so not busy that I didn't have anything to write about.
The one thing of real note in august was canoeing the upper Mississippi with Kate Elise. It was a good time. Sunburn, 75 miles of canoeing (in three days... ouch) and a bear. It was a blast and yes I drove around the Twin Cites with a canoe on top of my car.
School is hard. I've been overwhelmed and frustrated and unsure about my future. I have also been overcome by apathy and it has taken it's toll in some of my classwork. I am grading for two classes (two too many as far as I'm concerned... it's just too much extra work). I am burnt out. From this I have been slightly depressed. Tonight however I feel better. I studied for my E&M test tomorrow and I think I might understand some things. I feel like I'm half prepared for my guitar lesson. I got hugs from good friends after Focus tonight. And I played 500 with Luke's Grandma this afternoon. In reality I still have the same number of things on my plate. Each thing I got done with this weekend has been replaced: more homework to grade, I still need to deal with graduation, a flock of GRE(ese), and homework. But a street light turned off when I walked by it on my way to focus and it turned back on when I passed beneath it upon my return. I say it was divine intervention. God has shown his love for me through street lights. |
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