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sigmastolenI don't know why I am still awake, but I feel like the minutes are stretching. It seems like at least an hour ago when I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen and it was after three and I thought, "Oh, no, I need to sleep." No joke, I honestly expected it to be after four when I checked the time just now. It definitely feels like an appropriate number of hours since I got home around 12:30. Why, then, do the smaller intervals seems so large?
In other news, I hope you kids all had a happy Pi Day! I did! Roomie and I went to a laundromat and did laundry (and for some reason my computer thinks laundromat is misspelled so I looked it up on Bartleby and discovered that the first hit is, in fact, "washeteria," which seems to be a portmanteau of "wash" and "cafeteria" and so I had to share. Also apparently Laundromat should, strictly, be capitalised, but it is quite common lowercase so I don't know why my computer has such a problem with it) -- something which has needed to happen, for me at least, for about a month. It's true. I have discovered my true limits. I only have enough socks and panties to last me a month. I have rather more shirts than that, although not all of those are shirts I want to wear, and I have rather less of everything else. I won't lie, I definitely Febreezed several articles of clothing (jeans, jackets, concert black)... more than once. Trust that I am properly ashamed of this. It took an hour or more to sort my laundry into loads before we left the house today, and I was disgusted. "I don't deserve to call myself a human being," I moaned to Roomie. She waved it off, which is typically how we deal with the "I'm sorry I'm a mess" conversation. And by "mess" I mean both literally, we keep a cluttered house, and figuratively, both of us have had some very low points in our four year association.
Oh, lord, we've known each other for four years, and lived in the same room for three of those (sophomore year was a failed experiment in living with other people)! And actually, in less than a week she will have graduated (a quarter early because political science is the Fastest Major Ever and if she hadn't added a geography/environmental science minor she could have graduated last year), and then she'll be Travelling for a while, and then she might come back to our apartment and tie up loose ends, and then... she will probably be moving out around the middle of next term :c. She'll spend a while with her parents Up North because they're sad that both of their daughters are moving across the country in one fell swoop, and then she's relocating to New York to work for Teach For America. And.... I don't want her to leave. Not only will I be lonely in the room without her (I definitely don't have enough stuff or decorations for it to feel full, and the closet will be like a gaping void), I'm going to miss her being silly, and keeping me awake/on task during all-night paper writing, and I'm going to miss her advice on clothes and hair and efficiency and boys. Especially since she has kind of been my breakup counsellor through all this mess. For a long time we weren't much more than compatible roommates, but this year it really feels like we've become a family... Why do I always bond with people just as our time together ends? :c
Also she is taking the cat to NY with her and Flatmate thinks we should wait to get a new kitten until we are installed in our new place for next year.
I might be a little leery of living with just Flatmate next year... Roomie has a calming effect on me when I'm starting to seethe about The Small Stuff, and she has been a vital social link; they have a shared social circle but I always feel a little bit on the outside when I do stuff with them, and I feel much less awkward and shut out when Roomie is around. ... I'm so inept.
As I was saying! Roomie and I did laundry and it was good, although it took a long time and I missed a trumpet recital that I had really wanted to go to :c. And then I was supposed to do reading but I ended up faffing about the internet reading mostly about booze because it's one of my new favourite hobbies! I like to know facts about things, and alcohol is no exception. Also the internet shows me lots of drink recipes that I want to try. And then I went and practised a short while and had dinner with Z while watching a DVD of one of Leonard Bernstein's Young Person's Concerts, and then Z and a couple other people and I went to Yogurtland which was brilliant but then it was midnight and Z didn't want to come over and drink Pi-tinis with me so I went to the market by myself to get the ingredients and came home and had one, to make sure it wasn't totally vile since he said he might have one with me after the concert tomorrow. (Not totally vile. Also slightly altered to use UV Blue raspberry-flavoured vodka since the market didn't have blueberry Smirnoff and I wasn't about to blow $22 on blueberry Stoli plus additional money on Blue Curacao and the UV Blue covered the "berry" and the "OMG BLUE" in a single purchase. Which I think is all I can ask of a drink recipe that came from a Geek Store.)
It occurs to me, though, that I have been writing about alcohol and drinking Quite A Lot of late and it might be giving the wrong impression.... I don't drink very much or very often, but I would like to be knowledgeable about drinking. When I do drink, I rarely get drunk -- and even so, Drunk Sumner is not much different from Sober Sumner. Perhaps a little more talkative? Anyway, it might seem alarming that I drink alone. I only every have one drink when I'm by myself, though -- I never get drunk alone. Sometimes it's just to unwind, sometimes it's to help me be sleepy, sometimes it's because I want to try something before making it for someone else. I will say right now that I have only gotten sick once, and I have never blacked out or been falling-down or passed out. Not even at the band party after we beat U$C 13-9.
Um. Having said that.... last night after the Contempo Flux concert (the new contemporary chamber ensemble class, you know, the one i was making programs for BECAUSE I AM A WIZARD), a bunch of us went out and I may have gotten pretty tipsy. I ordered a gin rickey at Palomino and then had to explain to the waitress what was in it (not very well, apparently, because it came straight, in a cocktail glass, with pretty much no soda, instead of on the rocks in a highball glass and pleasantly carbonated -- essentially it was a gimlet with maybe a hint of fizz), then Grad Conductor SFPK arrived and proposed we migrate to Napa Valley Grill across the street since it would be quieter and less crowded and we would all be able to sit down and talk instead of smoosh together and shout in each other's ears. So a small contingent broke off to go there, and I wanted to go with but my gimlet had just arrived. And so I ended up drinking that quite a lot fasted than I meant to, and then I had a "Sapphire-tini" when I got to the other bar and the result was that I was quite happy. And I mean, seriously happy. I was so up and hyper and affectionate last night! And I wanted to do fun things (like play Apples to Apples or make out with Mezzo-Soprano L) after we left the bar but everyone else was just going to sit around and watch telly so Z (who didn't want to watch tv either) took me home and Roomie and Flatmate and Flatmate's Boy were all sitting around in the living room and they said "Happy Pi Day!" since by then it was after midnight and there was apple pie and it was good. I may have had apple pie and a donut for breakfast this morning. It was all in the "all circular, all the time!" spirit of the holiday, though!
For serious, it is now 4:40 and I really shouldn't be awake because we have Orchestra Concert.2 this evening (Tchaik Piano Concerto & Prokofiev Romeo & Juliet -- I like to think of the program as, "All Russia, All The Time!" or "From Russia With Love," but the posters say, "Philharmonia Date Night " (which is pretty damn cute i must admit) and "Music for Lovers" (which is less interesting)) and it's going to be on the radio (AM radio :c but country music ate KMozart :C) so I can't muck it up and also I am driving people and also on Monday my quintet has an 8 am gig so I'll have to get up Bloody Early and I don't really want my sleep schedule to be fuxed... but, oh god, it's so early now, what have I done???
p.s. run-on sentences FTL :c
In other news, I hope you kids all had a happy Pi Day! I did! Roomie and I went to a laundromat and did laundry (and for some reason my computer thinks laundromat is misspelled so I looked it up on Bartleby and discovered that the first hit is, in fact, "washeteria," which seems to be a portmanteau of "wash" and "cafeteria" and so I had to share. Also apparently Laundromat should, strictly, be capitalised, but it is quite common lowercase so I don't know why my computer has such a problem with it) -- something which has needed to happen, for me at least, for about a month. It's true. I have discovered my true limits. I only have enough socks and panties to last me a month. I have rather more shirts than that, although not all of those are shirts I want to wear, and I have rather less of everything else. I won't lie, I definitely Febreezed several articles of clothing (jeans, jackets, concert black)... more than once. Trust that I am properly ashamed of this. It took an hour or more to sort my laundry into loads before we left the house today, and I was disgusted. "I don't deserve to call myself a human being," I moaned to Roomie. She waved it off, which is typically how we deal with the "I'm sorry I'm a mess" conversation. And by "mess" I mean both literally, we keep a cluttered house, and figuratively, both of us have had some very low points in our four year association.
Oh, lord, we've known each other for four years, and lived in the same room for three of those (sophomore year was a failed experiment in living with other people)! And actually, in less than a week she will have graduated (a quarter early because political science is the Fastest Major Ever and if she hadn't added a geography/environmental science minor she could have graduated last year), and then she'll be Travelling for a while, and then she might come back to our apartment and tie up loose ends, and then... she will probably be moving out around the middle of next term :c. She'll spend a while with her parents Up North because they're sad that both of their daughters are moving across the country in one fell swoop, and then she's relocating to New York to work for Teach For America. And.... I don't want her to leave. Not only will I be lonely in the room without her (I definitely don't have enough stuff or decorations for it to feel full, and the closet will be like a gaping void), I'm going to miss her being silly, and keeping me awake/on task during all-night paper writing, and I'm going to miss her advice on clothes and hair and efficiency and boys. Especially since she has kind of been my breakup counsellor through all this mess. For a long time we weren't much more than compatible roommates, but this year it really feels like we've become a family... Why do I always bond with people just as our time together ends? :c
Also she is taking the cat to NY with her and Flatmate thinks we should wait to get a new kitten until we are installed in our new place for next year.
I might be a little leery of living with just Flatmate next year... Roomie has a calming effect on me when I'm starting to seethe about The Small Stuff, and she has been a vital social link; they have a shared social circle but I always feel a little bit on the outside when I do stuff with them, and I feel much less awkward and shut out when Roomie is around. ... I'm so inept.
As I was saying! Roomie and I did laundry and it was good, although it took a long time and I missed a trumpet recital that I had really wanted to go to :c. And then I was supposed to do reading but I ended up faffing about the internet reading mostly about booze because it's one of my new favourite hobbies! I like to know facts about things, and alcohol is no exception. Also the internet shows me lots of drink recipes that I want to try. And then I went and practised a short while and had dinner with Z while watching a DVD of one of Leonard Bernstein's Young Person's Concerts, and then Z and a couple other people and I went to Yogurtland which was brilliant but then it was midnight and Z didn't want to come over and drink Pi-tinis with me so I went to the market by myself to get the ingredients and came home and had one, to make sure it wasn't totally vile since he said he might have one with me after the concert tomorrow. (Not totally vile. Also slightly altered to use UV Blue raspberry-flavoured vodka since the market didn't have blueberry Smirnoff and I wasn't about to blow $22 on blueberry Stoli plus additional money on Blue Curacao and the UV Blue covered the "berry" and the "OMG BLUE" in a single purchase. Which I think is all I can ask of a drink recipe that came from a Geek Store.)
It occurs to me, though, that I have been writing about alcohol and drinking Quite A Lot of late and it might be giving the wrong impression.... I don't drink very much or very often, but I would like to be knowledgeable about drinking. When I do drink, I rarely get drunk -- and even so, Drunk Sumner is not much different from Sober Sumner. Perhaps a little more talkative? Anyway, it might seem alarming that I drink alone. I only every have one drink when I'm by myself, though -- I never get drunk alone. Sometimes it's just to unwind, sometimes it's to help me be sleepy, sometimes it's because I want to try something before making it for someone else. I will say right now that I have only gotten sick once, and I have never blacked out or been falling-down or passed out. Not even at the band party after we beat U$C 13-9.
Um. Having said that.... last night after the Contempo Flux concert (the new contemporary chamber ensemble class, you know, the one i was making programs for BECAUSE I AM A WIZARD), a bunch of us went out and I may have gotten pretty tipsy. I ordered a gin rickey at Palomino and then had to explain to the waitress what was in it (not very well, apparently, because it came straight, in a cocktail glass, with pretty much no soda, instead of on the rocks in a highball glass and pleasantly carbonated -- essentially it was a gimlet with maybe a hint of fizz), then Grad Conductor SFPK arrived and proposed we migrate to Napa Valley Grill across the street since it would be quieter and less crowded and we would all be able to sit down and talk instead of smoosh together and shout in each other's ears. So a small contingent broke off to go there, and I wanted to go with but my gimlet had just arrived. And so I ended up drinking that quite a lot fasted than I meant to, and then I had a "Sapphire-tini" when I got to the other bar and the result was that I was quite happy. And I mean, seriously happy. I was so up and hyper and affectionate last night! And I wanted to do fun things (like play Apples to Apples or make out with Mezzo-Soprano L) after we left the bar but everyone else was just going to sit around and watch telly so Z (who didn't want to watch tv either) took me home and Roomie and Flatmate and Flatmate's Boy were all sitting around in the living room and they said "Happy Pi Day!" since by then it was after midnight and there was apple pie and it was good. I may have had apple pie and a donut for breakfast this morning. It was all in the "all circular, all the time!" spirit of the holiday, though!
For serious, it is now 4:40 and I really shouldn't be awake because we have Orchestra Concert.2 this evening (Tchaik Piano Concerto & Prokofiev Romeo & Juliet -- I like to think of the program as, "All Russia, All The Time!" or "From Russia With Love," but the posters say, "Philharmonia Date Night " (which is pretty damn cute i must admit) and "Music for Lovers" (which is less interesting)) and it's going to be on the radio (AM radio :c but country music ate KMozart :C) so I can't muck it up and also I am driving people and also on Monday my quintet has an 8 am gig so I'll have to get up Bloody Early and I don't really want my sleep schedule to be fuxed... but, oh god, it's so early now, what have I done???
p.s. run-on sentences FTL :c
