Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Well, I am sorry about the picture not showing up in the last blog. It was of the delightful transformation of my room now that my roommate has removed herself, and how her bed has been made into a futon with bright blue sheets, and the walls are covered with colorful yet tasteful car posters. VillagePhotos was my image host, see, and it appears that they are no longer doing free external linking. Which sucks, because now I don't have any sort of image host. Blast and tarnation. If anyone knows of a free image host, let me know, eh? It's getting a little ridiculous, since I use it so much, and I haven't got one. I'm almost tempted to find a good one and pay for it. Emphasis on the 'almost'.
Anyways, school is going OK. The early classes are still not fun to wake up for, and I fell asleep in CFC and art lecture today, but I stayed awake for bio and english. As opposed to last week, when I was awake for CFC but asleep in art lecture, bio, and english. Two out of four classes filled with wakefulness. That's already better than when I had the roommate! And I haven't gotten to sleep as early as I might have liked this week, because I have/had tons of work and it's been brutal. But I plan to go bed nice and early tonight, and we shall see how I hold up on the morrow.
I usually stay awake in my Tuesday/Thursday classes, mind you... those are the ones I need to be out of the dorm by 8 am for. Not fun. But I'm done by 3 on Tuesday and by 7 on Thursday (but with a big break in the middle), so it's not half so bad as Monday and Wednesday, when it's straight through from 9 to 7 with nary a rest. Friday is fine, I get up early for bio, but then I am gloriously, immaculately done.
Our guest lecturer in bio (it's animal diversity, OK? But 'bio' is so much easier to type out and say, and technically it is a biology class, so bio it is) today was some variety of paleontologist fellow, whose name I now forget. He looked so much like Tedy Bruschi that it freaked me out continously for the entire hour-long lecture. Who's ever heard of a paleontologist looking like a football linebacker? He had the face, the build, the hair... it was unspeakably bizarre.
Anyone see the State of the Union address last night? I saw bits and pieces of it across the hall, whenever I just couldn't do work anymore and had to take a break. Nuculer. Sigh. And apparently we're allied with Poland and Bulgaria? Er, hooray. I'm sure they give us lots and lots of military support. I love how they zoomed in on Ted Kennedy at one point, and he was frowning and shaking his head at something Bush was saying. Ah, Kennedy.
The parts I saw seemed to mostly be Bush trying to justify his actions in the Middle East (still? isn't it a little late for that now?). He also said something about taking a hard stand on steroid use in sports, which I didn't really see the need for in a State of the Union address... what's it got to do with the president? I believe Jon Stewart, being interviewed by Tom Brokaw (sp?) afterwards said, "Yeah, I wish he could've gotten into instant replay too." Ha. And ha.
But the (presumably related) highlight, of course, was the shot of Tom Brady! At the State of the Union address! I think it said he was there as the 'guest of Laura Bush', which caused Beth to exclaim, horrified, "Ohmigod! He's sleeping with Laura Bush?!", which of course led me to vehemently correct her. No. That would be a Supreme Wrongness.
Today in english I became acquainted with Matt the Musician, Elizabeth the Senior in a Freshman English Class, and Sung Woo the Korean From Ireland (don't ask). Elizabeth and Sung Woo are going to be my 'small group' for the rest of the semester, which means that we have to meet with each other in a Starbucks or somesuchaplace before each paper is due, so that we can rip the writing in our rough drafts to tiny little shreds. If, that is, we can find time in our overloaded schedules. More particularly, my crazed and overloaded dual-degree schedule. Sigh. Matt and I traded short papers today when we had to do so in class, and then when we were supposed to be talking about the papers we just chatted amiably.
I rather like my english class so far. It's only 17 people, and they're pretty good people for the most part. We have quite a few characters in there, and not just the ones I mentioned in the previous paragraph. There's Hesch the Egyptian Alcoholic, and Scott the Disillusioned Lions Fan, and Joe the Chinese Golfer Extraordinaire, and Mega the Architect with Horribly Highlighted Hair, and The Millionth Kate I Have Met at Michigan (another one of those repeat names, like Adam, or Heather, or Kevin), and Kia the Hottest Guy Possibly in the Entire State of Michigan (I shouldn't post stuff like that online, huh?), and of course Danny, who's about fifty separate characters in and of himself.
And I really like my english teacher, Jaswinder. He's very good, seems extremely intelligent, is quite personable, and he also has a good sense of humor, which is key in a small class like that. Something my CFC teacher seems to be a little deficient in is humor, and trust me when I say that that's not a good scene.
Oh, he also hates the Yankees. He's a Cubs fan which, you know, isn't as great as a Red Sox fan, but if he hates the Yankees and their ilk, he's OK by me.
Huh. Will you look at that. I just this very moment ran across a blog called Ann Arbor is Overrated. I was running a search for something completely unrelated and came up with this. It's written by a grad student who apparently is either from Boston or has lived there at one point... I'm not certain, I haven't gone through all the archives. Anyways, she now is at school here in Ann Arbor and has much to complain about.
In accord with her, I can heartily attest to the fact that Shaman Drum Bookstore is "the most confusing-ass bookstore in the entire world". This is fact. I also agree that there are no goddamn grocery stores, and I have to go all the way out to Meijer, on the bus, just to get string cheese, and this is an Insurmountable Evil. Also, why no CVS on central campus? I feel there ought to be a CVS.
A lot of her complaints are things I can't really identify with, though, as I'm not paying outrageous rent or dealing with cunningly evil landlords (being in the dorms, and all), and I don't have a car to worry about (although lord knows that everyone who does have one has gotten enough tickets already).
Then again, I'll bet this woman has never lived with Brynn.
Oh lord, I promised myself I'd finish the project for the Envelope show tonight. Oh! I nearly forgot.
ENVELOPE! A SHOW AT THE DETROIT FILM CENTER! FEBRUARY 21! I WILL HAVE A PIECE IN IT! THE VERY FIRST ACTUAL ART SHOW* I HAVE EVER BEEN IN! YOU MUST GO SEE, IF YOU ARE IN THE AREA! IF NOT, FLY YOUR LAZY ASSES OUT HERE! IT WILL BE FILLED WITH GLORY!
Right then. Do that. I'm going to go work on my piece, and maybe finish it, and then all shall be kittens and roses.
Kittens and roses, I say!
*We're going to say that shows at the school-affiliated WORK gallery in Ann Arbor don't count. We're talking actual, non-school-related art exhibit. Oh dear. I'm going to make myself hyperventilate from excitement now.