Monday, October 20, 2003
Michigan gloriously defeated Illinois on Saturday, 56-14. Ha ha. May they stew in shame. Next week is Purdue, which is a good team, so very 'eek'. My family will be here though! Free foodstuffs! Good times with the parents and brother Eli! I writhe in excitement.
There was a kid two rows in front of me wearing a Soriano shirt and a Yankees hat. I was complaining about this to my bemused football buddy Caroline (she's from Chicago, so she was sad about the Cubs). A guy sitting a couple people down from us in our row apparently heard me, because he leaned over to highfive me and shouted, "Yeah! Yankees SUCK!" The Soriano kid turned around with death in his eyes, and we squared off for a confrontation which probably would have turned nasty if Michigan hadn't happened to score just then, distracting everyone involved and diffusing the anger. Hoofa. Filthy stinking Yankees fans.
Our next two games after Purdue are away, versus Michigan State and Northwestern respectively. If we beat State, I need to call up my Uncle Al and harass him. If we beat Northwestern I need to call up Dave and harass him. Then we have a home game against Ohio State, which is our biggest frelling rival ever. The game's going to be better than the Notre Dame one was. More insane. More awesome. I promise to bring a camera so y'all can see the madness.
We won't talk about the Lions. Well. Hmph. TV announcer for the Lions game: "Man, lions haven't taken this much heat since Sigfreid and Roy!" Technically, those were tigers, but the sentiment is the same. Siiiiiiiiiiiiigh.
My roommate is in Kappa Kappa Gamma. Apparently people make fun of this particular sorority by calling it Visa Visa Mastercard. Which is so incredibly true that, when my roommate was complaining about it to one of her friends in our room, I burst out laughing. Which led her friend to also burst out laughing, which led to her getting huffy and angry and more laughter from everyone else. Ah yes.
Chocolate covered espresso beans are very delectable. But you can't eat them at night, because then you will be up very late. As I discovered Saturday night. But then I slept in on Sunday until 12, so all was well.
Another girl on my hall has had me design a tattoo for her. What is this? I am no tattoo artist. Yet apparently something of a reputation in that direction has started to take glutinous form. Creepy.
No reason for me to use the word 'glutinous' there, other than the fact that I like it. 'Tis a fine word.
Chemistry test on the morrow. It's only on two chapters, and I have about half of each chapter comprehended. I did hordes of studying last night, and I'll do lots more tonight, and hopefully I'll do better on this one than I did on the last one. *shudders in recollection*
Oh, and tomorrow is also my portfolio review for drawing. So I must put all my drawings in order and drag them up to North Campus around 3:00 tomorrow. Hopefully that will go well. I have literally no idea whatsoever what my grade in that class is, so I'm a wee tiddly bit nervous. But we shall see what we shall see.
Since drawing's over, that means that on Thursday I start the second half of that weird dual-class-single-semester thing. Digital. I heard that they make you do really easy things in Adobe Photoshop, which means I'll probably be bored, 'cause I've been using Photoshop since forever. That doesn't make any grammatical sense (since forever?), but you know what I mean. But then someone told me that you also do some work in Adobe Illustrator, which would be good, because I've never used that one.
i am down with photoshop like you wouldn't believe, man
How to tell that your roommate is drunk: She comes into the room at midnight and squeals, "FelineAnarchist, this song is so for yoooooou!" She then proceeds to blast 'If you were my girlfriend' at top volume, singing along and gesturing at you the entire time.
The best way to react to this is to shake your head grimly, retire to the top of your loft so you're as far away from her as possible, and return to your homework.
Had lunch today in Stockwell next door with Sarah, Elisa, Pam, Shelby, and Kevin. Notice that Sarah and Elisa are roommates, Pam and Shelby are roommates. Kevin's an RA so he has a single and doesn't count. Where is my roommate? Why do you never see her name in these lists of who I ate lunch and/or dinner with? Hmm-mmm. Consider, mes amis, consider.
Very sorry I didn't blog before this, I know I've been remiss in blogeration. But I was very ill, which made me bad-tempered, which meant that any blogging I would have done would just have been complaining about evil colds. I'm still sick, but by now it's receeded to the point where I can blog with a (relatively) clear mind.
Egads, I must trot. I have to find the School of Social Work building somehow or other. I know it's on South University somewhere, and I think it's near the East Quad dorm, but I've never laid eyes on the edifice, so this is going to be interesting.
I need to go there because my art class is going to a lecture on the socioeconomic effects of famine. Say what? This is related to art... how? Our next project in the class is supposed to have somevaguething to do with food, but socioeconomics is pushing it just a wee bit. We had a Scientific American article to read before the lecture, and I can guarantee you that a) only half my class actually read it and b) of that half, only a quarter actually understood it.
Yes. So. Need to find the School of Social Work. And even if, by some miracle of navigation I do, I need to find room 1794 in it. Not a-gonna happen. Alas.
Therefore I take my leave.