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I think Thurdsays are much easier to deal with when you go to the Reg and accidentally end up reading books until 5:30 when you suddenly discover oops, you've missed track practice and now it's time for your O-Aide meeting. Which drags on forever, even though forever is more technically only an hour. I feel guilty, though. I always do.
Aside from that, I accomplished basically nothing today. I got up, went to class (participated in Hum! understood calc!). Skipped lunch, at what was in the fridge, then went to PhiloSFi... which I've decided I will never drop for anything. Oh my goodness, I had forgotten how much I love professors that can just lecture and lecture and ramble and get distracted by the coolest things. This guy really reminds me a lot of my physics prof from last year, only with fewer puns. Same voice and everything. Anyone that can get distracted from a list of things we as humans do and talk for fifteen minutes on how bats feed is cool as far as I'm concerned. Just for the heck of it, this is what I wrote in the margins of my notebook before class today:
"You walk into a classroom. It's theatre-style, lined with 70s blue-plastic chairs with desks attached. Imagine a group of hardcore Phy-Sci majors. Mix these with those pretentious tech geeks you meet on usenet. Fill the room with these people (there are some females, remember). You sit down. To your left are two people talking about immortality and logic puzzles. It sounds like it relates indirectly to Highlander. Behind you, a group of people is discussing the Megaton Hammer from the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and its destructive capabilities in comparison to every other weapon in the game. The professor walks in. He has messy white hair, a beard, and glasses that he wears on top of his head, making his hair stick up. He wears a black cardigan that slowly gets covered in chalk as the class goes on - the rate makes it almost possible to tell exactly how much time is left in class. He has an air of absolute enthusiasm for his subject that allows him to get distracted at the drop of a pin. The class decides to declare a 'Witty T-Shirt Day.' This is dork heaven."
Gah, it's late now! I had having to go to bed so early. Heh, I can't imagine how many times I'm going to say that this quarter, too. Ah well, I guess I should just grin and bear it. I'll work it out.
Aside from that, I accomplished basically nothing today. I got up, went to class (participated in Hum! understood calc!). Skipped lunch, at what was in the fridge, then went to PhiloSFi... which I've decided I will never drop for anything. Oh my goodness, I had forgotten how much I love professors that can just lecture and lecture and ramble and get distracted by the coolest things. This guy really reminds me a lot of my physics prof from last year, only with fewer puns. Same voice and everything. Anyone that can get distracted from a list of things we as humans do and talk for fifteen minutes on how bats feed is cool as far as I'm concerned. Just for the heck of it, this is what I wrote in the margins of my notebook before class today:
"You walk into a classroom. It's theatre-style, lined with 70s blue-plastic chairs with desks attached. Imagine a group of hardcore Phy-Sci majors. Mix these with those pretentious tech geeks you meet on usenet. Fill the room with these people (there are some females, remember). You sit down. To your left are two people talking about immortality and logic puzzles. It sounds like it relates indirectly to Highlander. Behind you, a group of people is discussing the Megaton Hammer from the Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and its destructive capabilities in comparison to every other weapon in the game. The professor walks in. He has messy white hair, a beard, and glasses that he wears on top of his head, making his hair stick up. He wears a black cardigan that slowly gets covered in chalk as the class goes on - the rate makes it almost possible to tell exactly how much time is left in class. He has an air of absolute enthusiasm for his subject that allows him to get distracted at the drop of a pin. The class decides to declare a 'Witty T-Shirt Day.' This is dork heaven."
Gah, it's late now! I had having to go to bed so early. Heh, I can't imagine how many times I'm going to say that this quarter, too. Ah well, I guess I should just grin and bear it. I'll work it out.
