I just burned by thumb lighting a candle. Damn but it does hurt!
Funny thing happened to me today. I was heading for English 248, looking for room 111 in the English Building. I got to class, and the professor passes out the syllabus. Hrmm ... funny ... the books sound a little different ... hrmmm, you know, I thought I was in English 248, not English 252 ... hrmmm.
I sat through roll, and when my name was not called, I returned the syllabus and took off, looking for 111 wearing my glasses.
I passed in the hall a pretty gal named Lon, who I know from the time when I was sitting in the Allen Hall computer lab and Ravee dragged me upstairs to the Allen Hall Main Lounge to make an appearance as the only non-Asian at the Vietnamese Student Association semi-formal dance. Lon was in charge of taking money, and looked stunning in her green dress, and we got to talk some, so of course the face rang a bell.
Well, I found 111, and it had bars on the window and was locked, so I was very confused. Lon caught up with me and we got to chit-chat a little while. Very friendly. Friendly conversation with a pretty gal generally marks the high point of any day for me. I then headed down to the computer lab to double-check my schedule - English 249 is held in 115 - I had written down the wrong number!
Back to class, which, because the English building is so fucking bizarre with its numbers anyway, turned out to be across the hall from where I was. The professor is an older guy, who just reminds me so much of a Hollywood movie producer - an artsy one - by the way he conducts himself. I think it is Martin Scorcese who he reminds me of, assuming the person who I'm thinking of, is in fact Martin Scorcese.
Know what I mean? I sure aint gonna 'splain it, ya?
The morning was fine too. I was late again to class - this time Geology 118 - Earth and the Environment. I didn't feel too bad, as given that it was the introductory lecture, I managed to keep about five minutes ahead of the professor anyway - pedestrian stuff like the carrying capacity of the Earth in the face of human population growth, and the ways in which population will be contained, one way or another.
Anyways ... I ran into Morris heading up to DCL. He was working on a bottle of Pina Colada to help him through his days class schedule. I worry about the boy sometimes. I don't think many bother to worry about him too much as he's extremely smart anyway, but you know, maybe somebody should.
Work just sucked. I still don't have a CS account, which got nuked while I was gone, and given the current state of affairs it is apparently non-trivial for Don to create one. I popped an X session off of one of our Sparc workstations anyway though, off of my old workstation back at EnterAct. Running X over a remote T1 connected through the commodity Internet is one of the more frustrating things one can do. I damn well better have a CS account this Friday.
In other good news, my advisor is consulting with the Dean to see if one of my old Linguistics courses can count as one of the English courses I need to graduate. If things work out, I can drop this class I'm taking on Racism, which requires much reading, grab a one hour somewhere, and cruise through the remainder of the semester on 13 credit hours.
Sweet. 15 hours labsittin' currently. Figure $5x15x4 = $300 per month. I may get some regular work from EnterAct, for more money, as well as other jobs. When all is said and done, it sounds increasingly likely that I could float through the semester without any major financial trouble. Life is good. In fact, I think if I got some money saved when I graduate, I'm treating myself to a righteous vacation. :)
Well, for now ... should probably get to sleep.
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