Symphony was way cool. There was the overture to Mozart's first truly masterpiece opera, followed by one of the finest clarinet concertos out there (Finzi's), finished with Rachmaninoff's Symphonic Dances. Good good music.

I have written and edited my final story this semester, for The Cause. A slight bit of sadness that it will be gone until the fall. Ah well. We all need a summer break, yes, even The Cause.

Slope has finally badgered me into calling the Caddo Lake State Park people. So that we can have a 41/G2 canoeing trip this Saturday. Should be fun. Trying to convince my suitemates to go. The more the merrier. Last time we did this...was a year ago. Wow. Shakes was leading it, and we went with Dave and Jokonda... before they were married. Weird how much stuff can change over one year.

I was doing Spanish homework tonight, and Dex was in a really angry mood, and Geoff was in a talky mood, and Pebble was kinda running around, so I took my homework to Slope's room and chilled for a while. I confess the Picasso painting book I used as a writing surface held my attention more than my spanish homework.

Then Shroud walked in, and Slope tried to get him to answer a grammar question about his Greek, and then Bolt walked in, and then Pebble walked in with one of our neon noodles and then Bolt started whining about being hungry or something. I got little Spanish done, but when Geoff walked in with our gigantic brand new pink noodle, we started a duel.

It was hilarious. Slope stood up and tried to separate us like a grandpa concerned about his light fixtures, and even gave us his couch pillows to use as shields. We took them to the hallway and went to town on each other. We even paused to collectively beat on Spork when he walked by for a drink. Fun times.

Then I took my guitar and just played around for an hour. I wish I had a camera so I could show you my fingertips... they're not a particularly nice color and they hurt when I type. But thus is playing the guitar.

Today I initiated my first class drop. :|

It's engineering statistics. I hate not passing a class, but sometimes stuff happens. I know, I'll blame it all on Mr. Erickstad, the teacher! ;)

Actually, I went into his office and without looking up, he mumbled "So what's your story."

I began to say something and he interrupted. "Here, have a seat."

I finally explained how I had realized a few weeks earlier that I wouldn't be passing the class, and that accounted for my few recent absences. I was surprised that he didn't really want to know what was wrong or try to help... he just sorta looked at me strangely and said, "OK... whatever."

Then he went off on some tangent... he was surprised that I was a history major, in his class, and so since I am a history major I must love writing books in my spare time, right? Of course. So he told me about some local woman from Asia with an undoubtedly fascinating history, and in his opinion, a paper wasn't enough on her, nothing short of a book would tell the story adequately.

I smiled and said I had to go to work.

So that was today pretty much.