I'm a graduate student studying classical music. I got my master's degree in the spring, and I just started at USC a few weeks ago in an independent study program leading to a doctorate. In a possibly related matter, my life has recently gone from being somewhat busy to I-spend-more-time-practicing-than-I-do-sleeping. Oh yeah, in case you're wondering what instrument I play, I should say that I'm an organist.
Let's see. When I'm not practicing, what do I do.... I guess you could say my first love in life was railroads and steam locomotives. I volunteer at a railroad museum maintaining and operating a steam locomotive from 1922, and I'm a federally qualified locomotive engineer. Truth be told, had I been born a century earlier, I would have done it for my career, but alas, I was born too late for that....
I also really like going on random adventures, although not in the way most people use the phrase. (My concept of an adventure has less to do with going to a new club and more to do with driving through a rainstorm on a county farm road in rural Kansas at 10 at night.) Sometimes I'll drive around the city, the mountains, or the desert with no real destination in mind, just seeing what I discover along the way. I've also taken to walking around historic parts of LA, as I've found you miss too much if you just drive by. It's amazing what you discover in the most unassuming places. I've found beautiful vistas, waterfalls, a replica of a tower from a medieval castle, the world's largest metal fish sculpture, the world's largest Czech egg (like a Ukranian egg, but, well, Czech), roads over remote mountain passes that are so perilous it's hard to believe they're legal, beautiful old bank buildings with majestic columns and breathtaking vaulted ceilings, mediocre-looking donut shops in sketchy parts of town with amazing ice cream and donuts, and much more.
I also have stories (like the time my friend and I spent New Year's Eve stuck in snow on a small forest road on Mt. Gleason) that were not funny at the time, but have become funny with the passing of time.
I also once got yelled at by an old Armenian man in San Diego for making poor use of my queen in a game of chess.