As the entire world watched the Oscars last night, I practiced piano and went to the gym. How strange that I decided to do something productive instead. Actually, that doesn't surprise me, because I'm not particularly enamored with awards shows. The Oscars, Grammys, Tonys, etc... They don't really interest me as much as they apparently interest everyone else. I don't mind not knowing which movie won Best Picture for 2009 or who snagged the Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in a Romantic Comedy. Is that even a category? I'm so out of the loop, I thought the Academy Awards and the Oscars were two separate ceremonies.
About a week ago, the cafeteria served midnight breakfast as a gimmick for midterm studying, which no one was doing at the time since midterms weren't until the following week. Shakira and Ke$ha blared over the already noisy cluster of students from speakers whose origin I'm still trying to discover. Why don't they play music all the time in the caf? It makes for a brighter atmosphere, in my opinion. There are two tvs, but one is usually off, and the other is usually too quiet to hear. So basically, as we eat, we get to watch either a blank screen or muted cartoons.
The winter Olympics are over, thank goodness. I was kind of sick of seeing endless figure skating routines on the tvs in the gym for two weeks straight. Canada won in hockey, which just goes to show you: You can't beat someone at a sport they invented. Quatchi will forever be in the hearts of millions of adoring fans, as well as my bed, where a miniature stuffed replica of the mascot sasquatch currently resides. We can all go back to our comparatively mundane existences, where people don't fly down icy luges at high speeds on a regular basis or nail triple axel twists with half turn leaps.
Rainy Monday? Check. Music theory cancelled on Friday? Check. Now all this week needs is a little disco and all will be in order.
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