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Gosh darn stupid internet connections! Stupid bandwidth regulation! Also, I'd like to just tear my sound card out of this computer and jump on it about now, because it seems to hate me. And someone turned it all the way down without telling me... or changing it back. Gah! Anyway.. I've given up. I'm so tired of losing my entries, I'm back to the client. Even though I often dislike it a fair bit. I will finally write this stupid entry! I must just be grumpy because I can't find an emulator that will let me play playstation games without the actual CDs. Because apparently that's even more illegal than making your computer pretend it's a playstation. Goshdarnit, all I want is Xenogears! I had to leave a quarter of the way through replaying it (so I could understand it) and now I won't be able to play it again until June! Aaaaargh!
I didn't get to sleep last night until about 1:30 because it was so insanely hot in my room. Then I woke up again at 6:30 because I just couldn't sleep it was so hot. So I went in the bathroom and sat on the cold tiles for a bit. I also drank some water out of a cup that was quite possibly as rancid as a cup could get. Or at least it seemed like it was when I was all sleep-deprived and wandering around at 6am. I think it was probably just really dusty. Then I got up again at 9, and it was still terribly hot, but it was good that it was because I apparently didn't set my alarm properly. I guess it'll still take me a bit to get back into the habit of setting the alarm at night. I left the dorm around 9:30 and went to the University bookstore to get my books for Bio before class, but when I got there I realized I didn't remember the course code for Core Bio, so I just wandered around for a bit and then went to class. Which was good, because it turns out that we didn't need either of them. No books for Bio! And no final or midterm or anything... just two essays and some really awesome labs! We get to have our DNA sequenced, and cross flies, and all sorts of weird genetics stuff that looks terribly cool. I now know that I will not be able to drop any of my classes this quarter. Dear goodness, why did I end up in good classes the one quarter where I sort of need to drop something?
Afterwards, I wandered over to the Seminary Co-Op to pick up the rest of my books, where I promptly did a super-happy dance in the aisle when I discovered that I would only have to spend $60 on books this quarter! Hooray for not being quite as broke as I thought I'd be! Heck, if I'm thrifty with everything else, I ought to have enough left to pay for next quarter, too. Because goodness knows I'm never going to have any time for a job this quarter, either. Maybe spring quarter! And I got some pretty interesting books for this quarter of Media Asthetics, too. Wee! We've got the Short Works of Beckett, Nietzsche's the Birth of Tragedy and the Case of Wagner, duBois' the Souls of Black Folk, and Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience. Maybe things will actually improve in that class this quarter. Though, I don't really see how they couldn't. Neep!
Err, anyway, after a brief period where I engaged in something called lunch at a rather crowded table, I made my way from one dining hall to another for my drama class. I had to wander around a bit before I found the classroom where it was supposed to be, because when I first went by I saw someone I knew that I figured wouldn't be in my drama class. Someone, of all people, that I didn't want in my drama class. But, before you all reply with your sympathy, I'll have it known that I plan to ignore his existance in my class. I did a fine job this first day, I think. I also got to play a fish in this bizarre piece we performed based on someone's childhood disobedience. It was like performance art gone horribly wrong. The best kind, as far as I'm concerned. I just.. need to ignore my unexpected classmate. He can't be some sort of anchor if I pretend not to know him, right? I don't have to stay in some sort of abstraction of his preconceived notions of me or something. Why can't I just be myself here? I've noticed how quickly I've fallen right back into my old college persona... then again, it's not that different from myself. Just... well, not as much fun. But I think that's mostly because I don't have any really good friends here like I have at home. I suppose that'll eventually change, huh?
After drama, I basically hung out in the Reynolds club for a half an hour until I had to go to my track meeting. Then I had track practice until nearly 6 o'clock, where I made an absolute fool of myself. I even missed the mats once and fell flat on the floor. And it's on tape. Oh dear... I wish I could drop track! I also need to remember to e-mail my dad and ask him to find my measurements for my mark from last year, because I can't remember and my first meet is this Friday and I've only actually jumped a grand total of four or so times, and they were all today without a proper mark. I thought having the bungee cord instead of the bar would help me get back into jumping quicker, but instead it seems I've developed the same fear of the cord as I usually have of the bar. Oh dear.
Then, I finally went to dinner, and then back here to the Shoreland, where I watched a rather amusing short video, stuck people's books in the microwave, and then typed this freaking entry something like five times before I gave up and wrote it in Semagic. Grrr.
Well then, I think I'll actually post this. I'd like to go to bed, but of course, I can't kick certain people out of my room because they are sexhiled and I feel bad. I've been sexhiled, I know how it is. And they happen to be one of the people I didn't expect to get sexhiled here, either. Golly gee. There are so many unexpected house-cests and other-cests going on this quarter, I don't know what to do.
I didn't get to sleep last night until about 1:30 because it was so insanely hot in my room. Then I woke up again at 6:30 because I just couldn't sleep it was so hot. So I went in the bathroom and sat on the cold tiles for a bit. I also drank some water out of a cup that was quite possibly as rancid as a cup could get. Or at least it seemed like it was when I was all sleep-deprived and wandering around at 6am. I think it was probably just really dusty. Then I got up again at 9, and it was still terribly hot, but it was good that it was because I apparently didn't set my alarm properly. I guess it'll still take me a bit to get back into the habit of setting the alarm at night. I left the dorm around 9:30 and went to the University bookstore to get my books for Bio before class, but when I got there I realized I didn't remember the course code for Core Bio, so I just wandered around for a bit and then went to class. Which was good, because it turns out that we didn't need either of them. No books for Bio! And no final or midterm or anything... just two essays and some really awesome labs! We get to have our DNA sequenced, and cross flies, and all sorts of weird genetics stuff that looks terribly cool. I now know that I will not be able to drop any of my classes this quarter. Dear goodness, why did I end up in good classes the one quarter where I sort of need to drop something?
Afterwards, I wandered over to the Seminary Co-Op to pick up the rest of my books, where I promptly did a super-happy dance in the aisle when I discovered that I would only have to spend $60 on books this quarter! Hooray for not being quite as broke as I thought I'd be! Heck, if I'm thrifty with everything else, I ought to have enough left to pay for next quarter, too. Because goodness knows I'm never going to have any time for a job this quarter, either. Maybe spring quarter! And I got some pretty interesting books for this quarter of Media Asthetics, too. Wee! We've got the Short Works of Beckett, Nietzsche's the Birth of Tragedy and the Case of Wagner, duBois' the Souls of Black Folk, and Blake's Songs of Innocence and of Experience. Maybe things will actually improve in that class this quarter. Though, I don't really see how they couldn't. Neep!
Err, anyway, after a brief period where I engaged in something called lunch at a rather crowded table, I made my way from one dining hall to another for my drama class. I had to wander around a bit before I found the classroom where it was supposed to be, because when I first went by I saw someone I knew that I figured wouldn't be in my drama class. Someone, of all people, that I didn't want in my drama class. But, before you all reply with your sympathy, I'll have it known that I plan to ignore his existance in my class. I did a fine job this first day, I think. I also got to play a fish in this bizarre piece we performed based on someone's childhood disobedience. It was like performance art gone horribly wrong. The best kind, as far as I'm concerned. I just.. need to ignore my unexpected classmate. He can't be some sort of anchor if I pretend not to know him, right? I don't have to stay in some sort of abstraction of his preconceived notions of me or something. Why can't I just be myself here? I've noticed how quickly I've fallen right back into my old college persona... then again, it's not that different from myself. Just... well, not as much fun. But I think that's mostly because I don't have any really good friends here like I have at home. I suppose that'll eventually change, huh?
After drama, I basically hung out in the Reynolds club for a half an hour until I had to go to my track meeting. Then I had track practice until nearly 6 o'clock, where I made an absolute fool of myself. I even missed the mats once and fell flat on the floor. And it's on tape. Oh dear... I wish I could drop track! I also need to remember to e-mail my dad and ask him to find my measurements for my mark from last year, because I can't remember and my first meet is this Friday and I've only actually jumped a grand total of four or so times, and they were all today without a proper mark. I thought having the bungee cord instead of the bar would help me get back into jumping quicker, but instead it seems I've developed the same fear of the cord as I usually have of the bar. Oh dear.
Then, I finally went to dinner, and then back here to the Shoreland, where I watched a rather amusing short video, stuck people's books in the microwave, and then typed this freaking entry something like five times before I gave up and wrote it in Semagic. Grrr.
Well then, I think I'll actually post this. I'd like to go to bed, but of course, I can't kick certain people out of my room because they are sexhiled and I feel bad. I've been sexhiled, I know how it is. And they happen to be one of the people I didn't expect to get sexhiled here, either. Golly gee. There are so many unexpected house-cests and other-cests going on this quarter, I don't know what to do.
