good riddance, playmania.

the host keeps repeating that tonight is the last night of "playmania" on the game show network. thank goodness. i hate that show. the hosts are squeaky and obnoxious, and the "trivia" questions and puzzles they use are all completely inane.

hopefully they'll replace it with something good.

evil, evil devil

i tried beating lou again on medium again this morning, before school. again, i failed. that's going to take me a long, long time to figure out how to defeat that boss.

granted, i was far off my game this morning. it was just striking 7am when i turned on my playstation, and after losing to lou i had a terrible run at "minus celsius", a good thirty thousand points short of what i normally score on that song. there's no way lou was going down when i was playing that badly.

but, i'm getting frustrated. i'm getting mad. and, i need to beat this devil.

a much-needed facelift

the last refuge of the persecuted crack smoker has officially entered 2007.¹

i've been using the same features on blogger that i've had since i started this thing in 2003. that, of course, meant that i didn't have titles on my blog entries, and that my archive list had become a cluttered mess. i was getting really frustrated with it...so, instead of studying for the MPRE this morning, i have spent the time since i got out of trusts and estates class this morning altering the layout of the blog and making it a lot easier for me to manage in the future.

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¹ i am, of course, referring to the original location of the last refuge, which is on blogger. although this blog has only been on LJ for a little over two years, i've kept it on blogger for over four.

singer's high

this afternoon seemed inauspicious for choir practice. my voice had been extremely tired all week long from a combination of lots of singing and lots of talking with my friends. my body was tired, as well, since i stayed out a bit late last night and then managed to get up for my 8am class this morning. i tried to nap for an hour or so between class and choir, and just couldn't do it. no signs pointed to me being in good voice.

but, somehow, i was. everyone was singing well. there was electricity in the choir room. it was enough to take us through a lot of the tougher parts, through some of the things that we still don't quite know yet. it was enough to keep my voice working, and enough to put me in that almost dreamlike state, in which i'm really not paying attention to anything except where what i'm trying to sing is pulling me. that really hadn't happened yet to me at any of the previous rehearsals this fall.

here's hoping there are more rehearsals like that. they feel good.