mood: doing good does more good
listening to:garbage – push it
so, yeah, saturday day was spent in linguistics (2pm – 10pm). saturday night to my surprise (and we’re talking 11pm here) i went out – oleg and i jumped downtown to check out the toronto jazz festival. this 14 year old kid, jommy bowskill was playing – and it was so awesome we ended up staying until 2am without realizing it. damnit!
why damnit? cause next morning i managed to oversleep an 10am wake up call for skydiving. which was supposed to be a quick hop to barry, skip and jump out of an airplane, but instead turned into a 4 hour wait until 6pm to actually get to an airplane. the jump was fantastic, but i ended up getting home by 9.
my room is a freaking mess, its dusty, i wanted to vacuum. my parents are renovating the basement and its junk everywhere and a lot of it gets dropped off in my room as “stuff that you gotta deal with”, and i would if i only had the time. we’re moving my bed downstairs so i gotta figure out what to replace it with. i have about 3 hours of linguistics to do before tomorrow, cause tomorrow i’m meeting christina and the prof. and then i have to figure out certain important school/travel documents, which also has to be done tomorrow.
there is paul who i haven’t emailed to in forever and not because i don’t want to.
there is my cousin in voronezh who sent me a hearttouching email 3 weeks ago that i still didn’t reply to.
there is my half cousin in moscow that keeps sending me cute, adorable, friendly messages over deviantart.
there is my cousin here in canada who asked me to post some news on devart for him.
there is richard and diny from devart who sent me awesome emails and to whom i should really get back.
there is the issue of me not even getting to call about ordering the laptop sleeve.
there steve, the graphical designer for whom i sometimes freelance that is waiting on a ~3 week email as well.
there are at least 3 4×6 people that are looking for information from me about the summit.
i promised paul and diny their birthday cards. they’re lying my table, half complete.
there are posters around my room which need to be hung up. have i really spent all that time at the airport for naught?
on that note, some of you still want me to post how my trip went. my laptop is at 3%, charger is in LA, i keep forgetting to charge it with my mom’s (i have to keep running upstairs to steal it, so its not in front of my eyes), so getting the information from laptop to here is a pause.
there are photographs from the summit, from today’s skydiving that i should post.
there is the organizer at lacus, waiting on a payment for my residence there – in US check and no other method (“Payment must be in the form of a check or money order, drawn in US dollars, payable to “Dartmouth College”. You cannot pay cash. You cannot pay by credit card. You cannot use PayPal. You cannot use gold bullion or offer up your first-born child in payment. Shame on you for even thinking of that last possibility.”) – meaning i need to make a dedicated trip to the bank about that. and on that note, gotta call the bank and open an internet managing account.
as afore mentioned but still reasonably seperate note, i need to be spending all of my waking time writing a certain linguistics paper/presentation which is creeping up.
and there’s 9-5 work, at which i can’t fall asleep, and which has seriously kicked up lately, making me busy the whole day.
i’m having fun, but damnit, this weekend was anything but relaxing, and unless you happen to have the last name of smith, its probably a wise idea to not bug me, unless i bug you.
mmm okay. i’ve been pleasantly bugged, so now i’m going to either fall asleep or try working, still not sure.
skydiving was awesome.
…and once you have tasted flight, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been and there you long to return. — Leonardo de Vinci
At 13.000 feet nothing else matters. (Bumper Sticker) – okay i went at 4, 000 – it still is like that
Life sucks, and then you fly. — Bill Purdin
Plain and simple, skydiving is all about controlled terror, and I love it.
— Lewis B. Sanborn
i went at 4k feet, did a perfect (i think) jump. landed on my feet. it was incredibly scary going into it, knowing how it will be. wind was eaiser to beat this time… and i bumped my head (with helmet) on the airplane wing/door, not sure which. i saw the airplane fall away from me. i saw the faces of those whowere watching me fall away. i saw my chute open (very quickly). kicked out line twists. found drop zone easily. it was smoooooooth.