My internet at home is out right now as far as I know. It was out all day yesterday, and it was out this morning, and Adelphia Powerlink says that they are stupid poopheads. No, they didn't. They said that they are working on it, and other areas have been out for five days, and that they are crap-for-brains. Okay, maybe I made up the crap-for-brains part.
Yesterday, I saw a really tall ibis strutting around campus like it owned the University of Miami, and I guess it sort of does since the ibis is our school mascot, but this was an actual bird. A real live one. It wasn't some dude in a creepy costume. It spent about five minutes staring up into a tree, and a squirrel rounded the corner, and the ibis didn't look away from the tree, it just shook its wing at him. And the squirrel ran away. I wonder if it was the same squirrel from last week. Last week, a squirrel rounded a corner and found me sitting on a bench. He had a piece of fruit in his mouth, and he looked surprised to see me. He stared at me for a while. It was cute.
This morning, I saw a squirrel FLY. Except it wasn't a flying squirrel. It leapt from a palm bush thingie to a ficus tree, and then another squirrel leapt from that same ficus tree to the palm bush thingie. It was cute. They traded places.
I saw my criminology professor today. My grade is salvageable. It's at a 73 right now, and I can bring it up if I study really hard, but her test questions are still fucking tricky and nitpicky, and she'll be the first to admit it. I asked her what I should focus on in my studies for the upcoming final, and she said to pay close attention to the few statistics she gave in class, and I will. Her tests are really comprehensive, but at least they aren't cumulative, right? She seems pretty fair, too, I guess. I've been going pretty much every day, and I participate in class discussions, and I'll answer questions when no one else wants to speak up. She said she's willing to bump a grade from a C to a C+ or a C+ to a B- if it's the difference of a point or two. That's nice.
I didn't tell my professor that apparently people have cheated in her classes in the past. She lets us keep the tests, which is great for studying and seeing where we went horribly wrong, but she doesn't alter the test significantly. So it's a huge help if you happen to find someone who has taken her course before. Apparently Faux-Selma Blair and a bunch of other people took this class several semesters ago, and they did this. And their grades went up. Oh, well. She's still fucking cute, and I want to lick her. I wouldn't have said who cheated, but... Well, if I had a D average, I might've said that I know people have cheated in her class before, and that influences any curve you might (or might not because the cheating brings up the class average) implement in the end, directly effecting my grade. I wouldn't have said who it was, even though I now know her name (it's a very WASPy name).
Oh, happy things. The library is having a bargain book sale. All sorts of weird crap is for sale, and good stuff, too. I got: Over Their Dead Bodies: Yankee Epitaphs and History by Thomas C. Mann, published in 1927, for $2; The New Yorker Album: 1925-1950, published at its 25th anniversary in 1950, for $2.50; a recently published book called Henry Miller: A Personal Archive, which reproduces many of his notes and letters and things -- many letters to Anas Nin -- for $2.50; a reference book for writers called Deadly Doses: A Writer's Guide to Poisons; and a Criterion Collection laser disc of Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai for fifty cents. I am very happy indeed.
Oh, oh. Thanks to roamingaround, I have come up with a new thing to say to girlfriends and gay boyfriends when their significant others have done them wrong. There are two variations: (1) "Why don't you tell him to check out Milton Bradley's lovely collection of games and GET A CLUE!" and (2) I hear Toys R Us is having a sale on board games. Why don't you tell him to check it out and BUY A CLUE!" I like that. I think that's my new generic response to assholistic behavior.
Hmmm. I wonder if the internet back home is working now. Oh. Either way, I have to go to my fucking abnormal class. I hate that class. It's so boring. Sometimes, I crush his head with my fingers la Kids in the Hall. He's such a shmegdorf. Yes! I successfully worked that word into everyday conversation, as I intended. I rule!
Hokay. I'm going to go study now. And see if I can weasel any money out of my mommy to pay for the clothes I bought for work. I've been going to Tiffany and Co. to help them prepare for the opening, which is tomorrow. I have to work from the minute I get out of class 'til closing time, but that's not how it's going to be. My boss knows that I will work part time until finals are over, and then I'll resume full time hours when summer starts. Everything's gravy.
Hokay. Studyings. Bye bye. Hopefully my internet at home works. Knock wood. Yeah.
Yesterday, I saw a really tall ibis strutting around campus like it owned the University of Miami, and I guess it sort of does since the ibis is our school mascot, but this was an actual bird. A real live one. It wasn't some dude in a creepy costume. It spent about five minutes staring up into a tree, and a squirrel rounded the corner, and the ibis didn't look away from the tree, it just shook its wing at him. And the squirrel ran away. I wonder if it was the same squirrel from last week. Last week, a squirrel rounded a corner and found me sitting on a bench. He had a piece of fruit in his mouth, and he looked surprised to see me. He stared at me for a while. It was cute.
This morning, I saw a squirrel FLY. Except it wasn't a flying squirrel. It leapt from a palm bush thingie to a ficus tree, and then another squirrel leapt from that same ficus tree to the palm bush thingie. It was cute. They traded places.
I saw my criminology professor today. My grade is salvageable. It's at a 73 right now, and I can bring it up if I study really hard, but her test questions are still fucking tricky and nitpicky, and she'll be the first to admit it. I asked her what I should focus on in my studies for the upcoming final, and she said to pay close attention to the few statistics she gave in class, and I will. Her tests are really comprehensive, but at least they aren't cumulative, right? She seems pretty fair, too, I guess. I've been going pretty much every day, and I participate in class discussions, and I'll answer questions when no one else wants to speak up. She said she's willing to bump a grade from a C to a C+ or a C+ to a B- if it's the difference of a point or two. That's nice.
I didn't tell my professor that apparently people have cheated in her classes in the past. She lets us keep the tests, which is great for studying and seeing where we went horribly wrong, but she doesn't alter the test significantly. So it's a huge help if you happen to find someone who has taken her course before. Apparently Faux-Selma Blair and a bunch of other people took this class several semesters ago, and they did this. And their grades went up. Oh, well. She's still fucking cute, and I want to lick her. I wouldn't have said who cheated, but... Well, if I had a D average, I might've said that I know people have cheated in her class before, and that influences any curve you might (or might not because the cheating brings up the class average) implement in the end, directly effecting my grade. I wouldn't have said who it was, even though I now know her name (it's a very WASPy name).
Oh, happy things. The library is having a bargain book sale. All sorts of weird crap is for sale, and good stuff, too. I got: Over Their Dead Bodies: Yankee Epitaphs and History by Thomas C. Mann, published in 1927, for $2; The New Yorker Album: 1925-1950, published at its 25th anniversary in 1950, for $2.50; a recently published book called Henry Miller: A Personal Archive, which reproduces many of his notes and letters and things -- many letters to Anas Nin -- for $2.50; a reference book for writers called Deadly Doses: A Writer's Guide to Poisons; and a Criterion Collection laser disc of Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai for fifty cents. I am very happy indeed.
Oh, oh. Thanks to roamingaround, I have come up with a new thing to say to girlfriends and gay boyfriends when their significant others have done them wrong. There are two variations: (1) "Why don't you tell him to check out Milton Bradley's lovely collection of games and GET A CLUE!" and (2) I hear Toys R Us is having a sale on board games. Why don't you tell him to check it out and BUY A CLUE!" I like that. I think that's my new generic response to assholistic behavior.
Hmmm. I wonder if the internet back home is working now. Oh. Either way, I have to go to my fucking abnormal class. I hate that class. It's so boring. Sometimes, I crush his head with my fingers la Kids in the Hall. He's such a shmegdorf. Yes! I successfully worked that word into everyday conversation, as I intended. I rule!
Hokay. I'm going to go study now. And see if I can weasel any money out of my mommy to pay for the clothes I bought for work. I've been going to Tiffany and Co. to help them prepare for the opening, which is tomorrow. I have to work from the minute I get out of class 'til closing time, but that's not how it's going to be. My boss knows that I will work part time until finals are over, and then I'll resume full time hours when summer starts. Everything's gravy.
Hokay. Studyings. Bye bye. Hopefully my internet at home works. Knock wood. Yeah.
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