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Well, I don't really have anything to do right now (at least nothing that I either want to do or can't be done much later), so I guess I'll find some way to distract myself. Maybe by writing a blog entry.

So, the first week of my second semester at CSUN is now over. I haven't even written about the first one. My last actual entry was about Europe, back in July. And before that trip, there's a huge gap that includes, oh, I don't know, maybe graduation from high school and all of the other post–CC semester–and–AP test (look, en dashes!) stuff. Oh well. I might go back and write about it later. I probably won't.

They're playing annoying music upstairs again. It's rather loud right now. It usually lasts less than 15 minutes, but they seem to be playing it more tonight... probably because it's the weekend and maybe they think, “Who's going to be studying on a Friday night, anyway?” Well, me, for one, and the thumping bass is annoying in any case. Sadly, low frequencies transmit the best through floors and through my headphones. I can just drown out the other frequencies with my own music if I can hear them.

I'm listening to one of the songs we're singing this semester. It's called Beautiful Love, arranged by Matt Falker (our director, for those of you who don't know). I like the ending. Well, I like the entire song (and the solo section; I might try to get it), but I like the ending the most—probably because it's like a ballad, and I haven't sung a ballad this year so far. We should get to Like Someone In Love (arranged by Gene Puerling, Singers Unlimited) some time this semester, though.

I keep fast-forwarding my music while writing this. I've gotten used to my laptop's keyboard shortcuts for Home, End, etc. and they happen to be about the same as my desktop's Winamp shortcuts.

Yay for random rambling. I suppose that statement is somewhat redundant. Anyway, I realized some time ago that the reason I didn't update my blog much (aside from the fact that I don't generally like writing) is that I felt like I had to write about stuff that's happened since my last update, which takes too much effort, unless I'm in a really good mood and a writing mood at the same time, which, as you can see by my diffuse entries (woo, double meaning), isn't very often. But then I realized that I didn't. Yes, it's nice to have a personal history to read, but I suppose I'll live without it.

Our air conditioner is broken. Apparently there's a problem on the roof (hopefully they'll fix it soon). So our air conditioner is really good at blowing air around right now, and that's about it. Luckily it's cooled down to 57° outside; it was 81° earlier, and that was a bit too warm for me.

I suppose I should write something about my classes. Let's see... this semester's accents are Spanish, German, and Chinese. But at least they can all form coherent sentences, unlike a certain professor last semester. So far my favorite class (aside from choir) is Comp 222 (even though we haven't really done anything in any of our classes yet), probably because the professor has a sense of humor. Or maybe because, of the one lecture that I've had in each class, his seemed to be the easiest to follow. The worst class award looks like it's going to Hist 271. While not too big of a surprise (it is a history class, after all), it's winning the award this early in the game because we'll be required to write a series of letters from the perspective of an African-American who lived some time between 1865 and now. Creative (albeit historically based) writing. Bleh. Oh, and the one extra credit opportunity is a 6–10 page essay. In other news, I don't know who my physics lab teacher is yet, because the original one couldn't do it and the new one was busy this week, so they sent a sub to our first session.

Hm, apparently my new roommate (no, I haven't changed rooms yet) goes to sleep early (that is, 11:17; I generally go to sleep around 4 because of my schedule). And he closed the window. Pity, now it'll be all hot again tomorrow. Oh well, more ice packs for me. Wow, and after three minutes he's already snoring. Hopefully I can open the window a bit while he's asleep.

And now I can't think about anything else to write about. I guess that means I get to see how often people check this blog now, seeing how once every couple months would have been enough.