Goodie.

I survived my Japanese test yesterday. Today I have nothing on my schedule besides school, so I'm going to do school work and work on my cello and everything. Yay! Normal day.

Larp

Larp yesterday was fun, as usual. For once, I actually went up a level! Yay! We were adventuring around, and in the first mission, I went north. The party was split into a group going north and a group going west. The west group had like ten people. The north group had almost twenty. The north group was traveling a long distance, and we were ambushed first by these spawnmen things that totally destroyed us, killed half of our party, then moved on. Thankfully, the next group that we ran into had a guy that could revive us for free, so we made it ahead easily. We were so large a group that after the spawnmen, we didn't encounter anything else because we were too strong. We then dealt with this thing for dark heroes and large nasty undead, which we routed and took care of.

After that, we got to play as baddies for the really small group, who actually did pretty well. I think it helped that we were supposed to be really stupid, which we were acting as. Then, I went with the group who was participating in the tournament of the blades, and teamed up with two other guys. We won all of our matches, and were the only three that advanced to the next level.

After going through all of that it was lunchtime. And so, when I drew from the death bag and had been mana drained to negative one, I drew from the death bag. First, I drew two stones and PD'd. Then, we tried rolling for divine intervention a second time for me, which actually worked. So I lost my awesome fireball blessing, instead getting it replaced with living on and a divine intervention that makes it so that I can't receive blessings anymore. But my character was alive. With a new insanity for OCD levels of need to keep things clean. If my life wasn't in immediate danger, I needed to be cleaning my weapon.

The next thing that we did was go to the phoenix temple, hoping for some more magic items. Well, most of us. In actuality, the person who wanted to go there wanted to start a cult worshiping the phoenix there. Which was weird.

I then spent most of the rest of the time as a baddie, and having a fun time of it, too. And, since I managed to avoid dieing, I got a level! Yay! And as of now, my character is spending an hour (in between cleaning the city) praying to Volcan for a fortified soul. Yay!

Friday.

Today is friday. We're visiting Dr. Dormady, and Dad's getting his blood drawn and having various tests. I ended up not going to game night, but that's fine. I was pretty tired after swimming anyway.

Thursday.

I have a cello lesson and swimming today. I might go to game night.

Wednesday.

Okay, that's annoying. So, apparently, the schedule on web access for my Japanese class could only display two weeks less than the actual number of weeks for the class, so in reality I have three more weeks of class now. Next week is the chapter 8 quiz, the week after is an overall review, and the week after is the final. Then I'll be free from Japanese class on Tuesdays.

However, yesterday was still the second-to-last clay class, so I'm still on that schedule.

Tuesday.

Tuesday. The last day of the week, for another two weeks. After next Tuesday, I will have no more Japanese class, and I can just focus on my studies in other subjects.

The orchestra concert yesterday went really well. We aced the Brandenburg, and Dad said that we sounded better than the Camerata, so that's cool. I got and "outstanding musical progress" award again this year, and my quartet's being honored on the 15th, so I think I did well.

Monday.

Today is Monday. The sixth day of the week. Why sixth? I look at things like this: once I'm through Japanese class on Tuesday, the rest of the week is easy in comparison, so by considering Tuesday the last day of the week, I can go "Sweet! Through Tuesday! Now, let's go through the rest!"

On a completely unrelated note, today is the day of the final orchestra concert of the school year, meaning that after today, my Mondays will be nice and open.