Today, in Chinese class, D talked about how difficult it was to find a job and it just got us all depressed. I mean, he's majoring in Int'l Affairs (same as me) and even applied to Interpol for a job. My Chinese teacher was naive enough to think that just because we get good grades we'll all get well-paying, admirable jobs. Someone more realistic informed her that people at Harvard and Yale also get good grades. I have silly dreams about being rich and happy and motivated in my career - and sometimes I even believe these aspirations will come true (like that little superstition at 1:11, 2:22, 3:33, 4:44, and 5:55 where if you make a wish at those times then the wish will come true?) - but how realistic is this? What if I fail at life and have to live in a shack in the middle of Wyoming? Ew.

Anyway, then I went into Philosophy and our professor's fly was unzipped. No comment.

In writing, we went into intense detail about every aspect of Zora Neale Hurston's unlabeled gravesite. Hurston is a very amusing - that is one thing that my writing teacher cannot boast.

Moving on, in Macroeconomics, the true ignorance of many teenagers was revealed to light. In a shocking enlightenment, my professor revealed that Y - .65Y is in fact .35Y. We promptly spent another 5 minutes debating that undebatable fact. Is basic algebra not taught in schools anymore? I cry for the fate of humanity.

Econ Recitation was cancelled after I wasted another 2 hours on campus. It's a good thing I noticed the inconspicuous sign on the door or we would have been sitting in there for another twenty minutes, cursing barely fluent South Korean recitation leaders. Not that I'm being racist, but wouldn't it improve the university as a whole and the minimal standard of education if students could understand what was being taught?

Boondock Saints rocks my socks. It's like Crime and Punishment on crack. And way more awesome. "Why don't you make like a tree and get the f*** outta here?" - Doc

Lately, I have heard the phrase, "you know what I'm talking about?", innumerable times from all kinds of people. Direct quotes: "I was trying to bake muffins yesterday, and I cracked the eggs, you know what I'm talking about?" "I seriously hate him, like abhor him, you know what I'm talking about?" (I bet you were trying to sound smart by saying 'abhor') "You know what I'm talking about, when you forget breakfast and then you accidentally miss lunch?" Uh, yeah. I'm pretty sure I know what you're talking about.

Quite charming, those cute mismatched chairs. And how they're all painted black (hehe, Guitar Hero referral for J) is just extremely adorable.

-S

Don't you just love eavesdropping on really petty or stupid people's conversations or phone rantings? I feel so horrible for the people on the receiving end who have to listen to endless and most likely useless words flowing from peoples' mouths. For example, today on the crowded Buff Bus, a girl wearing about an inch of makeup and a really low-cut shirt was blabbing to her mother about her housing situation for next year where apparently the guy roommate invited another girl who was "the only person I would ever hate in the whole world (Mommy, you know how nice I am to everyone)" and next semester was going to be end of the world as we know it. In a few seconds, she transformed the circumstances into a "learning" experience. "I'll have to learn to live with people I hate, I mean when I get a job later and I hate a coworker, I'll have to learn to live with that, I mean I can't have everything I want, can I? I just have to learn to live with people I hate." Ugh. Get over it. At least you'll have a house and food and ridiculously ugly sunglasses to hide the pound of mascara on your eye lashes.

Meanwhile, the girl behind me (also with an extremely low-cut shirt; what is with that? It's winter for Pete's sake) was telling a guy sitting next to her that if he didn't call her every two weeks over the summer then she would totally ignore him next year and they would not be friends, period. The poor guy was saying that he probably wouldn't call her because they didn't talk a lot anyway but the girl kept insisting that if he didn't they would not be friends anymore. Then they began discussing how smoking pot should be a shared experience with friends and if people didn't share they were selfish and stupid. Then it somehow morphed into the girl's story of how high school homecoming was the most important event in her town. Then the girl began telling the guy about every one of her friends and what his opinion would be on every single one of them. What is with conversation these days? Are people incapable of talking about anything even a little bit interesting? Or at least shush themselves so as not to pester the innocent bystanders around them?

As I was coming off the bus, a wave of about 4 different perfumes assaulted my nasal passage at once. It was horrible. Why do people have to wear so much perfume? Do people always have step on other peoples' toes with their perfume and conversations and movements? I am very frustrated. Poo.

Anyway, yesterday M and Sp and J and I went and ate at Old Chicago's. Because we are extremely lucky (cough sarcasm cough) people from our floor were sitting like three tables away. If you couldn't tell, J and I despise a lot of kids on our floor. We have heard horror stories from E about turning desks into liquor bars and bathroom stalls into sex havens. Ew. Ew. And more Ew.

Then we went to Boulder Baked for amazing cookies. Sp and I had the yummiest warm gooey chocolate chip explosion cookies while J and M had White Macadamia Nut cookies. I don't like white macadamia nut cookies. I don't like nuts - people-wise and food-wise.

It was freezing while waiting for the bus, it's a miracle I'm not sick or sniffly! Then J and I got Love Actually which is one of my favorite movies ever. It's just so well put together :) I have it only my iPod so I whip it out whenever I'm depressed about the state of humanity.


I am in love... with design!
Inspirational Picture Of the Day = IPOD!! Woot.
I love the mismatched chairs, zany framed pictures, and gorgeous curtains. Love love love.

Inspirational Quote Of the Day
IQOD!! Woot x 2.

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living."

— Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer
- S

Why did they never make the Incredibles 2? That is one of the greatest tragedies of Pixar/Disney. Sigh.

Today was pretty average. My Writing class and Phil & Soc class are slightly useless - dividing up property on an uninhabited island is not an issue. I really do not care.

During lunch, they served tacos! I <3 Tacos. J and I were quite excited about the guacamole so we came up with a very elaborate scheme to steal it. J got the cup. I got the guac and a knife. We strategically placed a napkin over the cup to cover the evidence. Then we left with the stolen guacamole. It was epic.

Anyway, later in the night we ate wonderful chips with the guac and we also rented Pixar Short Films and 300. Oh man. Pixar is a legend - the short films were so adorable! I love Jack Jack Attack, Geri's Game, Lifted, One Man Band, and For the Birds. So adorable.

Then we watched 300. Oh dear. It pretty much established Gerard Butler as the most warrior-like man to have ever lived. And ever guy in that movie had like a 20-pack. They were actually quite mesmerizing to look at, scientifically of course.

J is itching for Guitar Hero World Tour. I may be able to subdue her until Midnight when we wreak havoc on all technology after we are released from the bonds of Tech Detox Week.

-S