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(Or: Why, Against All Logic, Weekdays Here Rock Waymuch Harder Than Weekends)
I got up this morning at five after ten. Five After Ten! I do believe I set a new record for sleeping in insanely late and still being on time to class. Go me! So I made it through Bio (though I didn't take any notes due to bizarre pencil-less circumstances involving my computer)... and then I went to lunch where we talked about making shirts that say "F*** Palevsky" because apparently they're trying to steal our "UofC: If it were easy, it would be your mom" t-shirts. On the back of the new shirts, it would say "Dewey: Our Intelligence is Surpassed Only By Our Sexual Prowess." And, apparently, the right sleeve would say "No Fat Chicks," with a various array of misspellings that may or may not include "Chiqs" I will never claim to understand people. But they are occasionally amusing. Aside from that, there was the food-sex conversation that came about later, when it was determined that by having sex with a turkey you could have food sex, be a necrophiliac, and commit beastiality and sodomy at the same time. That's quite a list of interesting sins. Let's hope no one ever tries it. We also determined that some people are "Worse than abstract bad."
Anyway... the fun/stressful part of today was subjecting my musical collage to the scrutiny of my drama class. Boy was I nervous. But it went over well (thankfully). I reralized that I must have been looking for some sort of approval of my thing for video game music on some level, or else I wouldn't have been nearly so nervous. Normally, I'd be really proud of it, and have that whole "I don't care if you don't get it" attitude. But that was high school... here not only do people usually "get it," they then go on to point out tiny things you've done wrong. Anyway, the really great part was the fact that the two most "traditionally dorky" (there is no level or dorky above video games and Star Wars, for most purposes) projects were done by girls. And the most artistic labour-intensive one was done (yes, of course) by a male. So there were Antigone themes flying around in the room that weren't even meant to be there. Woo. I realized partway through the class that I had left out the main theme in my write-up of my project, though. Which is sort of bad. But at least we discussed it in class, so that might earn me the points back.
I actually know what I'm eating for dinner tonight. I can't leave it up to the potluck that is BJ because of track practice. I've forgotten how nice it is to know what you're going to have for dinner. Mmmm. Dear goodness, I will be so happy next year when I have a triple with a kitchen and all that good stuff. Oooh, to have an excuse to actually have food around. I could make snacks for myself. And not have to worry about carrying everything out into the lounge. Mmmm. I'll just have to learn to deal with the criticism I'll get for making everything wrong, being a generic midwesterner with no specific ethnic ties. That sort of sucks... I wouldn't really be able to make stir-fry or tacos or spaghetti or whatever without someone saying "I make it better, you're wrong!" I like my generic Americanized cooking, with Prego sauces and random soy sauce and Taco Bell seasonings. Well goshdarnit, I can make Kraft Dinner with the best of them, at least!
I got up this morning at five after ten. Five After Ten! I do believe I set a new record for sleeping in insanely late and still being on time to class. Go me! So I made it through Bio (though I didn't take any notes due to bizarre pencil-less circumstances involving my computer)... and then I went to lunch where we talked about making shirts that say "F*** Palevsky" because apparently they're trying to steal our "UofC: If it were easy, it would be your mom" t-shirts. On the back of the new shirts, it would say "Dewey: Our Intelligence is Surpassed Only By Our Sexual Prowess." And, apparently, the right sleeve would say "No Fat Chicks," with a various array of misspellings that may or may not include "Chiqs" I will never claim to understand people. But they are occasionally amusing. Aside from that, there was the food-sex conversation that came about later, when it was determined that by having sex with a turkey you could have food sex, be a necrophiliac, and commit beastiality and sodomy at the same time. That's quite a list of interesting sins. Let's hope no one ever tries it. We also determined that some people are "Worse than abstract bad."
Anyway... the fun/stressful part of today was subjecting my musical collage to the scrutiny of my drama class. Boy was I nervous. But it went over well (thankfully). I reralized that I must have been looking for some sort of approval of my thing for video game music on some level, or else I wouldn't have been nearly so nervous. Normally, I'd be really proud of it, and have that whole "I don't care if you don't get it" attitude. But that was high school... here not only do people usually "get it," they then go on to point out tiny things you've done wrong. Anyway, the really great part was the fact that the two most "traditionally dorky" (there is no level or dorky above video games and Star Wars, for most purposes) projects were done by girls. And the most artistic labour-intensive one was done (yes, of course) by a male. So there were Antigone themes flying around in the room that weren't even meant to be there. Woo. I realized partway through the class that I had left out the main theme in my write-up of my project, though. Which is sort of bad. But at least we discussed it in class, so that might earn me the points back.
I actually know what I'm eating for dinner tonight. I can't leave it up to the potluck that is BJ because of track practice. I've forgotten how nice it is to know what you're going to have for dinner. Mmmm. Dear goodness, I will be so happy next year when I have a triple with a kitchen and all that good stuff. Oooh, to have an excuse to actually have food around. I could make snacks for myself. And not have to worry about carrying everything out into the lounge. Mmmm. I'll just have to learn to deal with the criticism I'll get for making everything wrong, being a generic midwesterner with no specific ethnic ties. That sort of sucks... I wouldn't really be able to make stir-fry or tacos or spaghetti or whatever without someone saying "I make it better, you're wrong!" I like my generic Americanized cooking, with Prego sauces and random soy sauce and Taco Bell seasonings. Well goshdarnit, I can make Kraft Dinner with the best of them, at least!
