8 days a week

kie: nice warm room
kiel: was relieved, now a bit skittish
kio: eddie izzard : dressed to kill

so. after like 9 entires last week and none in the last 9 or so days you must be just aching for information about me.

well the week from the 11th to the 18th was just terrible. the week before the concert, is always (in mental notes lore) hell week, but this past week really earned its infernal moniker.

monday: marc homework due
tuesday: kinetics problem set due
wednesday: thermo hw due AND journal club presentation* for lab
thursday: p chem lab due
friday: thermo exam, mental notes concert.

*journal club is when everybody in the lab gets together and one person presents a paper that he/she finds interesting or relevant. presentations go for 20-40 minutes.

couple all that with 3 hours of mental notes rehearsal each night (beginning sunday) and you get one hell of a week.

one fun thing about hell week is sndgg, which is basically a mental notes secret santa thing, done chanukah style with a gift each day of hell week. ben was my sndgg. i tell you, that kid really has this mental note thing down pat. i got strip poker dice, a sombrero, a peeing monkey keychain, a cd of music to get booty by, a Jesus action figure (the black one) transformers: the movie poster. cool. i had erin, and i really went the random route: water weenie, tie, muffin, sunglasses, bunny puzzle, candy, and a calendar. yup.

so this whole week was in preparation for the mental notes concert. the playlist (legend: $ = solo, %=percussion, @=arranged by):

south park: what would brian boitano do? ($eric, arielle, jesse, %greg, @greg)

then, the gw pitches. hmm. yay female web design. they weren't bad. they wore shirts that said "pitch" and "we're not flat". heehee. i didn't get to hear much of them but they sounded ok from backstage.

back to the mental notes:

pat benatar : heartbreaker ($jenn %greg @greg & ben)
bnl : she's on time ($jesse, %arielle, @me, complete with me on back-up and giant ept test)
shivaree: goodnight moon ($jess, %greg, @lyric)
alanis morrisette: you oughta know ($jamie, %me filling lyric's shoes percussing), @greg & arielle
gloria gaynor/cake : i will survive ($melissa & ben, %peter, @jess, very cool mix of the two versions with give and take at the end. the audience really loved it)
ben folds five : selfless, cold, and composed ($curt, %me, @greg, the pre-closer)
the big medley (duck tales, rescue rangers, talespin) : $me (dt) & arielle (rr), %ben & jesse & greg, @ greg & ben)
alumni song: 2gether: the hardest part of breaking up ($lyric & eric, %greg, @dave [had to check the cd liner notes for that one])

greg = arranging machine this semester. 4 songs. wow.

so after the concert was the party, which, by default, was held here at 334. i'm the only note with a house, so natch. i was glad to host, though. probably the biggest party ever at the house, we got rid of a lot of beer. in fact, we had to go get more. the drinking slowed down when people realized that the reinforcements were keystone light. *note: the people on beeradvocate.com are beer snobs. don't believe their drivel.

now, historically i get blasted at mental notes parties and end up saying humorous, yet incrimiinating things. this time i kept my head, basically because i had to keep an eye on things, especially with the large crowd of people whom i have never seen in my life.

saturday i slept til around 2, then had the adventure of a lifetime.

i was getting ready to go to oregon ridge, but before i went i had to mop the floor. so i mopped a bit, then went upstairs to shower (i was already running late cause i had to mop).

**warning: this is really gross**

so before i hopped in the shower, i decided to go to the bathroom. naked. like you do before you get in the shower. normal.
so i ended up blocking the toilet and the damn thing OVERFLOWED ALL OVER THE BATHROOM (mind you i was still running late for ordt). so i shut it off, put a towel on, and ran downstairs to get the mop, and vainly attempted to clean up the bathroom, towel falling off, picking up trash, cursing a blue streak (made up some good ones, there). i guess it could have been worse

**end gross part**

it was like a sitcom. i borrowed pete's shirt and eventually got to oregon ridge just in time to get like $23 dollars in tips from 7 tables. cheap bastards. one table left at intermission because they were offended by the play. OKLAHOMA?! hmm, the thing was written in the 1940s. geez. i think they just didn't want to tip me. bastards.

sunday i slept til 4. yup. for no reason. spent the rest of the night studying biochem til i fell asleep.

today was the biochem test. still waiting on the grade for that. hmm.

by the way, bat roped me into babes in toyland. i'll be playing alan. yeah, the lead. (!)