Got to archery, and they were getting ready to shoot clout. So I left.
I’ll go back during the week.
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Next week is the last week of lectures.
- I finished one of my classes yesterday. Completely. No exam.
- Another I’ve finished the lectures, but still have an exam.
- And my only other class, I have an assignment due monday, lectures next week, and an exam to come.
So now what.
I’ve got a lot of work to do in my applied maths class.
The plot in Guildwars I thought took a turn towards the incredulous when we got shipped off to the desert on a religious pilgrimage. I wish we’d get consulted on these things.
Still, now that I’m there it’s fun enough. They somehow made me want to get a pat on the back from the old gods.
I wonder if they are the same kind of old gods that calvin is in this strip
Lets hope not, but it is a game, so I’d enjoy the torture.
Last night I had a ballet class. Ann wasn’t there, so we had Daniel.
Ann is mid aged, obviously doesn’t dance professionally anymore, but is a great teacher. She’s a little pear shaped.
Daniel is late twenties, amazing body. I felt all scrawny. He’s not a great beginners teacher, worked us way past what we were capable of, consequently we didn’t learn as much. Still it was alot of fun, and he was inspiring. Watching him just walk around with such grace, and then dance! Yeah then I really did feel scrawny.
I think he’s still be a professional dancer too.
My body cries out for me to dance,
My limbs are begging, the music called.
I move as though in my last chance,
I dance alone, myself enthralled.
My limbs are crying out in joy,
As back arched, poised and tall.
Walls are breaking, known since a boy,
No holding back, just giving my all.
In mirrors I see myself, and love,
My graceful form has taken control.
My body is teasing my mind thereof,
As together they play around my soul.
The rules that govern I will not atone,
As in my world I will dance alone.
I know..
I have to keep moving, keep on walking the path I’m on.
It’s so easy to sit down, amungst the soft grass.
Build a nice square house in the corner.
With a rocking chair.
Making coffee or drinking orange juice.
Safe from the wind every time it blows past rattling the doors and windows.
But the sun doesn’t shine inside a house.
The ocean breeze can’t reach over the mountains.
The rocking chair will creak on and on while the birds soar in the sky.
So..
When your shoes wear out. Rest, but mend your shoes amoungst the grass.
Breathe with the grass and the flowers.
Then rise up into the sun, streching your lean body.
You will be ready to walk again.
Humans are walking creatures, and there is long way to go.
How to use Descartes’ rule of signs to find the number of positive and negative roots.
The proof uses Rolle’s Theorem. Also see MathWorld’s entry.
ping pong.
Rainbows and such and such.
fuck it.
I think I should format my harddrive, and take my computer to the tip.
Not much good has come of it.
My computer is a time machine. It eats it and leaves me with tired eyes.
*signing off for the week*
