./~ we'll lose our way ~\.

[chess]

Some people tell me that I have a good voice (for singing, this is). Some people tell me I don't. I don't really know who to believe. Some of the people on both sides have a decent ear for music, and some don't; some of them like me, and some don't, and there seems to be no correlation at all. Personally, I have no idea, because I know that my hearing is definitely out of tune. So I'll keep singing, because I like singing. Sorry.

I started the day without much shouty doom, even when I suddenly had no hardware prac notes, and I got to talk to soem Girtonites whose names I now know (Aiden, Dave, and, uhm, someone I've forgotten, doh) but the hardware prac managed to reduce me to shouty doom because I couldn't understand how to work out voltages of things, and people weren't explaining in sufficiently monosyllabic words for me to have a hope of catching up with them, because they didn't realise quite how much I'd entirely forgotten. Then of course I got annoyed because I know when somebody is telling me something in a way I just won't get it or is telling me a bit I already know and try and hurry them on to something else, which never works but it should...

I proceeded to decide that I would never do my MMS project unless I did it *right then* and hence stayed in C4 until about 7:20pm when I realised I was about to miss the last bus back to college and it was freezing out there. So I didn't finish it, and it sucks anyway, and I scooped up all my stuff and ran out to get the bus and it pulled up just as I got to the bus stop and was about to lose all hope, after having kept myself going on the short walk there by detailing how much I sucked for staying in town this late, missing Hall, not drinking enough water, not getting the damn thing finished anyway, and also for punctuating said litany with some not particularly choice vocabularly beginning with the letter 'f'. Naturally, then I spent the way home thanking God for His providance and apologising for being angry.

Then I ate half a malt loaf and some fruit, and some chocolate so that at least I don't have evil-tasting stomach acid stuff burning my throat because my various medications dislike each other. I fail to apologise to anyone this has nauseated; my sympathy for squeamish people is not tremendous at the best of times.

And now I appear to have ended up on #assassins, which doesn't encourage my chances of getting an early night.

Comments

Hmmm

[dr-vannacutt.livejournal.com]

I havent herd you sing but i would like to ;-)

I like your voice it makes me feel calm and happy ;-)

Working out voltages of things in circuits with 2 powersupplys is not fun you either have to do simaltanious equations withch im sure you find easer then me or super-imposion-thearom or somethign liek that witch is easer or my fave witch is....

Use a multi meter...ok so its cheeting but its less maths ;-)

Also is #assassins an irc channel?


Take care ;-)

[naath.livejournal.com]

You read the amplitude offof the sillyscope... of course you have to plug it in right first...

[tienelle.livejournal.com]

Your singing voice is rather variable, IME. Sometimes it's good, other times it isn't. I have some theories which might explain this, but they're all a bit random.