Contacts get really annoying

If I learned one thing from this weekend, it is the fact that my children will never take piano lessons.

I say this because at this point, I intend to kind of like whatever offspring I may one day contribute to producing, and I don't really wanna disappoint them by never setting foot anywhere near another piano recital.

For my music class, I need to attend 4 concerts and write about them blah blah blah.

Being the procrastinatey college student I am, I pretty much put off going to these concerts until this weekend. Due to the whole end of the semester thing, options are rather limited. So today I found myself in WSU's music building, sitting through 40 or so songs played by kids ages 7ish-13ish.

There's no doubt in my mind that these kids are a helluva lot more badass than I was at that age (or maybe my current age?) due to their mad piano skills, and they all played rather well I thought, but there where just so damn many of them.

So I guess the moral of the story: I apologize future child of mine, but it looks like your musical abilities are gonna be that of playing Guitar Hero.... Much like yo daddy.


Oh yea, Apple Cup was this weekend.

My Saturday was basically completely dedicated to the event, and as usual, popular sporting events kind of bring out the worst in people.

I mean, I'm all for cheering for the Cougs, and booing the Huskies. But people kind of get retarded about it.

(Highlight of the 3 hour wait in line= watching someone following a Purple/Gold glad citizen chanting "FUCK THE HUSKIES")

For instance, when the UW band kids walked by, I joined in the slightly inappropriate chanting, but all of the sudden some dickhead nails one of the percussionists with a snowball, which kind of made us look like a bunch of immature idiots.

Then there was the whole throwing snowballs during the game business. For the most part it was just quality entertainment during the plethora of pauses the game had to offer, but when people started throwing at the injured UW player being driven of the field I was momentarily reminded of the spoiled brats that I work with at the Racquet Club.

Welp, finals are coming up, and we are two academic weeks away from Winter Break. I probably could have told you this not from looking at a calendar, but simply from the amount of apathy/lack of motivation I've been feeling towards academics lately. Its just kinda that time of year, and I'm ready to be home for a few weeks.

More than anything I'm ready to not eat at the dining center for an extended period of time.

I haven't been to Southside (dining center nearest my dorm) since Thursday and I woke up this morning feeling rather relaxed and not full of grease. I'm relatively confident that those two things are related.

12 days till home.

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