And it’s that you listen to Wierd Al. I can understand it if you’re still in middle school I guess (I sort of liked Amish Paradise, but then I also sort of like Gangsta’s paradise, this is where I forgive middle schoolers for their taste in music). That white and nerdy song may have been cute the first time you heard it. But shit, the guy isn’t funny and he sure as hell is annoying. You lose even more points if you think that white and nerdy makes you, being both of these adjectives, approach anywhere near the lower bound of cool.
The other day at dinner I was eating mildly spicy food, enough so that my nose started getting a bit watery (you know how it is with spice). Suddenly I manage to get a chunk of something stuck in the top-back of my throat, almost up into my nasal passageway. I half choke, half cough, half sneeze all at the same time (a 150% violent bodily contortion). Unhappy things came to be, but damn was it funny, and really not all that disgusting; plus we were done eating.
Managed another of these the other day, full moon and clear sky, though a little chilly. Just sat out by the river for a while, good choice. Didn’t manage any pictures though, the camera kept to itself.
Last day of classes for this year, and I’m glad they’re over. Classes should be shorter than 16 weeks because I wouldn’t have expected it, but I’m sick to death of almost all of mine. I’ve been taking Software Design and Development, Révolution, Romantisme, Modernité, Calc 1, French Fairy Tales and the Fantastic, and Tap Dance. None of them really bothered me until the last week or two, but have been a full-on pain within that period. I don’t know why, maybe because the weather turned to about perfect then. But I’m all done but for a mathematica project and a french paper, of which the latter I’ll try to play my cards right and wiggle out of because it’s obviously a meaningless assignment the professor just gave us the last day of class to follow the syllabus. I’ve re-ignited my hatred for math, my calc class not being at all hard but just grinding me up and down in the worst way possible. I don’t know what my deal is with math, but it has something to do with my ability to grasp abstraction very well but apply it tremendously poorly (arithmetic errors out the wazoo, make a computer do it for me).
To cap it all off. The other day at breakfast I wanted two muffins, no potato cubes. The guy asks “any potato cubes?” As I reject the potato cubes I wave my right hand across and out in the air. The guy makes fun of me: “These are not the droids you’re looking for.” He wins.
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