Monkey-Shines

Okay, I hated to do it but I had to withdraw from class this quarter.  I wasn’t prepared to take this class yet (don’t have a thesis topic), and it was stressing me out too much.  I’ll have to take it in a couple of months, but now is just not a good time.  I knew I should have just taken the quarter off when I couldn’t get that last class I need, but I didn’t want to put off finishing up by another quarter.

The good news is I’m back to gaming a little more.  Well I will be in a few more days.  I have a fair amount of painting and work around the house/farm to do to get ready for a family reunion here in May, but I can playing through my backlog again without stressing out over not doing my school work.  I need to work through some quickly since I can’t be lucky enough to have no “must have” games in the stores forever.

Now if I can just get my drums reassembled and get back to practicing everything will be back to normal.

It seems the “year of finishing games” may be coming to a grinding halt.  Well, slowing way down at least.  I went to register for classes today and realized I only had 3 classes left.  Two of those classes are thesis related and I was trying to save them for the last 2 classes I took.  The third is one that is a core class for my degree, but it’s not being offered this quarter so I’ll be starting my Master’s thesis earlier than I thought.

I thought I still had about 5 classes left so that I still had time before I really got into it, but since I have to take the research portion this quarter I’ll be having to cut back on a lot of my other activities and gaming is the first thing that will get cut back.  I’ll still play, but I won’t be able to put the same amount of time into it.

*Since there is only one person I know who will get the significance of the title of this post (and I love her because of it), I’ll go ahead and explain.  It’s part of a poem from Robert Burns called ‘To a Mouse’.  In the original Scottish it goes ‘The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft agley”, but most people would probably recognize the English translation “The best laid plans of mice and men, go often awry”.  Read the whole poem (in English and the original Scottish) here.