My paycheck
Friday.
Fall semester for piano lessons starts today. I’ve been bummed out lately, and learning gives me a place to direct my frustrated energy.
I’ve done a lot of independent learning in the 3 week break, such as playing with software synthesizers and learning some of the new scales a bit better and using them in improvisations.
We just started a book of scale modes before break, and my new song book is of Bartok, who explores many unique and discordant harmonies, so there will be a ton of new concepts for me coming up.
I’m getting a well needed haircut today
The Dota Internationals are running all week with the finals starting Saturday, and its looking very interesting this year, including an unusually promising NA team.
My mentor at work is back from a two week vacation. Looking forward to catching up with him and asking for training on some very specific tasks because I’m 99% certain he’s going to announce his retirement before the end of the year.
Also, looking forward to the North London Derby this weekend (just watching, not attending). International football doesn’t carry my interest at all, for some reason.
After a super busy friends wedding weekend. I’m just going to sit down and play some mass effect. Just to not do anything at all.
Pulled pork. Yesterday I smoked a 12 pound pork shoulder for 9 hours, and made tons of macaroni salad, so I’m set for meals this week!
That’s a very tough question. Aside from karaoke, which I mainly do with a friend group I meet at least once a week, I don’t really have anything to look forward to.
Work has turned monotonous with a lot of downtime and I feel like I’ve learned nothing new in the past few months. A lot of my friendships have been falling apart for their own reasons. Not gonna elaborate further on that.
My love life is basically non-existent and despite having tried paid dating apps, it feels I can’t get anywhere at all. The latest shock I’ve had was over a week ago when I found out a lady I met sixteen months ago through Facebook Dating who had continually been ducking out of meeting me or committing because of her chronic fatigue is now giving another guy that confessed his feelings to her a shot… I feel like I’ve been led on big time.
I turn 33 years old in less than an hour and I’m not particularly excited for it.
I may be signing the purchase agreement to own some property Friday. Though my excitement feels rather lackluster about it