Hey no go, walk out the door!
Just turn around now,
'cause you're not welcome anymore ...
Augh, it's May! May 7th? And where have I been leaving you, my brothers and sisters but in the dark?
Ah well, where to start, but from the top now? Oh but my mind is not what it could usually be. That seems to be a theme of late though. I was up all night Sunday to turn in a story for Rhet144 on Monday. Turned out mine was due Wednesday and Phil Graham, our wonderful mentor, didn't receive it to begin with, so he said it's due when we meet for the last time at his house Friday. That's good because I had no conscious brain when doing that story, so like now I have a chance.
In other words, or phrases, or places, whatever it is that time consists of, I still do not have a summer home, though it looks like no trouble to procure one. We'll see. Mr Joshua Sheid has to get back to me when can I meet his roommates see ... meanwhile I keep considering other possible offers, seems folks is gettin' desperate. Should review my email INBOX.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch I found 32M of (non-EDO) RAM for arh0135 ... it seems very happy now, loading up Netscape without even touching VM! Yay! I paid $110 for the two 16M SIMMs.
Food continues to be bad. Today I was eating dinner with Asao over at ISR when I noticed the main entree had the word "Encrusted" in it ... ookay, usually they use that to describe the state of the silverware at Allen Hall, or is that me? Anyways uhmm, that's all I've got to say about that.
I'm workin' tomorrow morn at NCSA then I gonna work on me story in the afternoon. I hope it'll turn out right nice I'll stick it on the web page. I got my paper back in English today with an A- ... my goodness, I was only half-conscious writing that one too, but I churned out bullshit with some rather advanced ideas, encrusted, within the body there.
ACHOO!
Meanwhile Ms. Urmila Seshagiri told me at the end of Rhet143 today that the fact that I don't pay attention to her during class is pathetic. She dunno I hear better when I aint gotta look at her silly self, but I didn't feel like it was gonna do much good to argue. If her class was more interesting I might pay more attention. I noticed in English that while I was tired, I tended to jolt up once in awhile when I got notions in my head. Mr Bob McRuer is a much more insightful instructor, but hey. I kept the idea in the back of my head though that maybe I was a nasty student. My preliminary conclusion is that Seshagiri's just a silly silly person who worries a bit much. I do hope though, that I don't fail her class. I don't see as to why I would though, I mean I have attended pretty dern regular, got half the 10%-of-our-grade of homework in, contributed to our group project and got mediocre grades on the papers, I think the last was an A- too. Well, nah, prolly get a C- in her class or such. Someone that serious about things likely to be reluctant to zap someone too harshly, even if they are pathetic. I wonder if "pathetic" means she feels sorry for me, but I kinda got the impression she was more pissed then pitying. Well ... I aint perfect, I'm only human.
Got me wondering though ... why she takin' little ol' me so seriously, or am I the one not taking things as seriously as every other LAS major out there? Does it hurt my image that I rest up in the front row of class? Do I yawn? I hope I don't do that too noticeably. At least I do it quiet-like. Well, maybe because at the beginning of the semester I was so rabidly involved in class discussion, and I went downhill from there, it's like I'm smart but an ass ... double whammy? Frankly though, I'm not going to worry myself much over it.
Sunday's Mother's Day. Mental note to self; Get mom a card! Grandpa too, he's in the hospital!
Anyways, I conclude for now.
H O M E
28 April
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