Well, so much for the whole 'gonna live for 3+ days!' plan. Jesse slew me tonight in orchestra, with a cleverly laid trap of 3 white Go stones concealed within my sweater under my chair. When the hall got chilly, concentrating on the music, I reached for it without a second thought... and was promptly slain. The last thing I saw through the red mist was a Cheshire-cat grin on his face.

Oh well. No more paranoia for me! :)

And now it's time to make some kills of my own... bwahahaha

Finally scheduled the GRE today, not only for myself, but also for Sam and Greg. Where scheduled means 'braved the damn phone registration gauntlet' FIVE TIMES. Feel free to ask; I don't have time to grouse about it on the site. I also don't want to think about the hour of my life that was wasted while on hold and listening to redundant directions. -sigh-

In any case, Sam and I are now slated to take it on Friday, Nov 21 at 1 PM in Arcadia, and I'll be driving Greg to the Glendale location on that Tuesday (the 18th). Hurrah. Now that there's a definite date in sight, I actually feel the need to study. It's kinda nice, though - it's no longer something intangible, hanging over my head. I can now break it down and tackle it piece by piece. I can do this.

Hopefully I won't get sick again. My throat's taken a turn for the worse - I'm back to coughing more often. What I wouldn't give to be somewhere with clean air.

Heck, what I wouldn't give to be well. And in better shape. Thanks to the flu and residual crap, as well as my poor time management this year, I haven't gotten any appreciable exercise. Not only have I gained weight (dammit!), I'm close to going stir-crazy. I may be motivated enough to pick up this god-awful mess of a room so I can do some yoga in here... if I remember the progression of forms from 2 years ago. -sigh- Wish the cool yoga teacher from sophomore year was still around. Not only was she neat, she didn't run the PE yoga class like an aerobics class. Gah, can't stand that. Yoga should be something you do slowly - where you can deepen the postures and move into them, learn how to balance by slowly getting into it. I had so much fun in that class. Not so with the more recent one I attended - we were literally jumping in and out of postures so fast I was afraid I'd pull something. I wish...

-sigh- If I were going to wish any teacher back, it'd be Davee. I don't know what I'm going to do with riding. I want to continue it - need to contact Diane or whoever's teaching that jump class now - but it's not gonna be the same. At least the horses are the same, right? Boo's an old friend, as are Twist and Gambit. It just won't be Davee making fun of me, or encouraging me, or just giving me a hug when I've fallen off again and I'm crying, furious at myself. Do Dorian and Diane do those things? I can't really see that happening. I always saw Davee as the approachable one of the trio. Maybe that's why I liked taking from her so much - not only was she honest and straight with you, she was there for you when you felt you weren't learning at all. (She also gave plenty of credit for what you were doing right, which helped me a lot. Yeah, yeah, I'm a sucker for encouragement.)

Ah, so much to do. Gotta exercise, gotta practice flute. Ye gods, the concerto competition's coming up in about a month too. Still not sure if I should bother trying out. I lost a lot of time with sickness, and I don't know if I can make up that time and not have grad school apps or GRE scores suffer. -sigh- Do I really have the motivation to work on this concerto for another month (another 3 if I win - not like there's much hope of that)? I'm finding it harder and harder to care about everything here, barring relationship with Sam, my friendships, and having fun. If I were in a class I didn't enjoy, I probably would have a lot of difficulty making myself go... ok, let's be honest, I probably wouldn't go. Unless it was in the afternoon. This also raises concerns about grad school - am I just having a case of senioritis, or is it just that I'm horribly horribly lazy and this is the real me coming out after years of repression? No idea.

But I think the right choice right now is sleep. :) Time for hot tea and lotsa Chloraseptic.