Wednesday, October 22, 2003
Woo yay for chicken tender day at Stockwell! The availability of edible meat means that I avoided another meal of salad. I can't knock the dorm salad bar, it's pretty good, but I think it's safe to say that I'm getting a mite sick of it.
Oh, and they've got cheese quesedillas for dinner today! Joyous hurrah! Things which I will happily consume! If you want to check out what they're feeding us here at UMich, you can view the Residential Hall Dining Services website. Mojo and Stockwell are both on the Blue menu (different dorms are on either the Blue or the Maize menu), so if you click on the linky on the side which says 'Weekly Blue Menu' you can see what I am, or am not, eating.
Anything with beef/pork/invertebrates in it, any sort of meat with spicely-connotated names in it (like Cajun), and anything that claims it was made by old people (like Grandmother's Beefy Goodness) will go uneaten by me.
Yesterday was my portfolio review, which I think went pretty well. The teacher said things to the effect that he thought I had a very good future ahead of me in the art school and he rather hoped our paths crossed again. Which makes me tend to think that my grade is at least not going to be a failing one. Joy.
Yesterday was also my chemistry exam, which was maybe not quite so much joy. I felt like it took me longer than the last one did. Heck, it did take me longer, because I got out of this one around 10 at night. I ran into Seth as I was coming out and he insisted on walking me back to my dorm, which was awfully nice of him because a) he doesn't even live on the hill and b) it was pretty unnecessary because everything is very well-lit, and there are people walking to and from the hill on weeknights until around 2:30-3 am, so you're never walking alone. But it was dark out, so it was a damned decent gesture for him to make. Right-o.
I then sat on the phone with my mother for a very long time so she could tell me what was happening in a Eukanuba dog show that she was watching. Bunny the Ibizan was competing and won best of breed again, but again failed to get best in show. I love that freaking dog, she's gorgeous. The son of Mick (best in show at Westminster last year) was in the show, but he didn't win either. Best in show was a Pekingese. Ugly little critters.
now you tell me which is more handsome, the peke (top) or the ibizan (bottom)
Westminster this year, by the way, is February 9 and 10. I, of course, will be watching. An event not to be missed.
I think it worth noting that while on the phone with my mother I ended up having to go sit out in the hall because it was too loud in my room to hear anything. Did my roommate have friends over? No. It was just her and the TV. And she is loud enough on her cell phone to be heard by everyone on the hall. People have actually commented on it. And MTV on high volume did not help matters. Thusly I had to go sit outside.
People walking by gave me sympathetic looks. After all, everyone within 50 feet of our room could hear what sort of a racket was going on within.
I got several comments already today on my 'vintage' Michigan sweatshirt. It's a classic design, they don't sell it anymore. Of course it was my mother's. Now it is cool. Wow. Not only has my wardrobe been thoroughly Michiganized, I even have hard-to-find vintage Michigan apparel. I am like the funky and subtle counterculture of school spirit. Ha ha!
Today as we were walking back from lunch. Shelby: "You're the first Jewish person I've ever met. I think I like Jewish people."
Made my day, that did.
Off to go clean my glasses before they become completely opaque, and then snag me a bus up north. G'day.