Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Oh man, I'm a bad person! I forgot the song!
Forward down the field!
A charging team that will not yield!
When the Blue and Silver wave,
Stand and cheer the brave,
Rah! Rah! Rah
Go hard, win the game!
With honor you will keep your fame!
Down the field and gain
A Lions Victory!
GO LIONS!
That's for the Lions win this weekend. Can't believe I nearly forgot about it. Coach Steve Mariucchi, when asked if he's changed their away routine (since they've now started winning), said, "Yeah, we changed the routine. We put out angel hair pasta, maybe that helped." Amazing. I need to watch the local news more often.
Today was exciting, in that painful 'Holy cats Pedro is pitching tomorrow' kind of way. We had our last drawing class bright and early. I actually managed to stay awake for the entire three hours, despite the two hours of sleep I had gotten the night before. I'm still sort of blinking in shock at the fact that I finished my final pieces. The teacher had cookies for us, which was awfully nice of her.
Bio was also fine, although I'm pretty sure I fell asleep at some point. Prosanta hissed at me from the back of the room before lecture started until I turned around to glare at him. He's a bitter, bitter Mets fan who had been ragging on me about the Sox last week, so when I leaned over the back of my seat it was to give him as good-natured a dirty look as I am capable of giving. To his credit, he was pretty sheepish. "So, er. How 'bout those Sox?" There were a few pointed barbs exchanged about team payrolls, although I did give him credit for Al Leiter. I really need to stop picking fights with my GSI. I'm relatively sure it's not good policy to taunt people who are going to be grading you.
I fell asleep sometime around 5:30, and was completely disoriented when Pam called at 6:30 so we could get off campus and go out to dinner. Then she was nice and took me to Meijer, where I once again probably got everything except what I actually needed. Grocery lists... bah. We met up with Beth and Leslie back at my dorm, and it was like a little slice of last year, which was surprisingly fun. We're all planning to get a house or an apartment together next year, so we worked up a little list of places with 4 bedrooms, reasonable rent, and relatively convenient locations. Thank cats I'm doing this with all of them, because I have no illusions about my ability to do this sort of thing. I would be entirely helpless, and there would be a lot of hand-wringing involved.
Then I watched Monday night football, which was a refreshing game that I had absolutely no emotional investment in, except for a mild inclination in the direction of the Bengals. I think it was mostly due to the awesome tiger they had painted at midfield. Felines representing, and all that. I loaded in Maya (a 3D rendering and animation program), as my digital class starts on Wednesday. I opened it up and tried to see if I could do anything on my own. Answer: most emphatically not. 'Tis a scary, scary program. I'll wait for the instruction.
Tomorrow we play by National League rules, and I plan to be a gibbering wreck by 8. I'll have to ask people in my afternoon art class to take notes for me or something (not that there's ever anything to actually take notes on, but one never knows), as I will not be in evening lecture. Don't give me that look. The Sox haven't been in a World Series since 1986, I think that's slightly more important than a lecture 3/4 of the grade regularly skips anyways.
Parts of campus lost power during the last game, so Beth came over here to watch it. Even if most of Ann Arbor goes out, the dorms usually have power, because they're on independent generators. The University figures, quite rightly, that the chaos of powerless dorms would be much, much more expensive to deal with than the price of a few generators. I've no idea why the power was out, though, since there wasn't any inclement weather that I knew of.
I should probably sleep now. Sleeeeeep. Such a rare, shining gem. Tomorrow in lab we peel the skin off of our sharks and cats and poke at the muscles. Urgh. I don't mind it so much while I'm doing it, but I can never eat lunch afterwards, because everything smells of formalin. Delightful. I'm off to clear the 500 Maya manuals off of my bed, so that I may take their place. Good eve, all.
Wow, look at how I restricted myself to things not related to baseball. I feel your relief, dear reader, coming in palpable waves through the computer. It won't last, so savor it while you can.
1:56 AM
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