Grand Adventures

Along with a new atmosphere and new studies, I've been pursuing new experiences as well. I church hopped the past three weeks in search of a church home. I've been unusually outgoing. Well, outgoing relative to my normal introverted self. I've become involved in a weekly gathering where international students mingle and practice their English with other Auburn students. I've misunderstood many words and butchered many names, but...I try.

I have a thing for sushi. When I used to work in a grocery store, sushi would come through the line a lot and I always thought it smelled so good! It took me a while to muster the courage to try it for myself but since then, I've been a fan of sushi. I'm not hardcore enough to use chopsticks, though. So the other day, I treated myself to some sushi. I convinced myself to ignore the world 'eel' written across the package and bought it anyway. However, I have determined that eel is not my favorite. It's a little too chewy for me. I ate it all, though, and I'd probably eat it again if it was available to me. However, I definitely won't be buying it for myself any time soon.

I also discovered a design flaw in the baby grand piano I was practicing on this week. The lid that covers the keys when the piano is not in use is curved. So if, say, you dropped a pencil while the lid was open, and it happened to get caught between the lid and the piano, it would slide down quite out of reach. And if, hypothetically, you were to close the lid the slightest in the hopes that your hand would be able to fit, the pencil would continue to slide, always out of reach, until it rolled right into the piano. My hand is not small enough to fit there, I have discovered. Coat hangers will not coax the pencil out. As hard as you strike a key, it will not catapult the pencil out into your waiting grasp. However, if you happen upon another piano major who is a lot stronger than you, he might know how to remove the lid entirely so you may retrieve your pencil. And if you ask him how he did that, he might tell you it was magic. And then confess that he's dropped pencils before.