Evil Wrapped in a Fangirl Disguise

I love Dr. Tung. He just sent out an e-mail calling Berkeley "Ber(zer)keley," which I maybe found a lot funnier than it really is. He's just so random with his silliness. (Plus, everything's hilarious when I'm sleep deprived.)

I also love the people I work with.

It occurs to me that maybe I should be a little annoyed with the person who, after class, let a random spoiler slip for the upcoming episodes of SG-1. (Granted, I already kind of knew the spoiler, but if she's gonna randomly say stuff like that, she might say other things, too!)

Haven't watched the two latest eps of SGA. Saving them for the weekend. Almost completely spoiled for "Submersion" and only a tiny bit spoiled for the newest. I'm going to try to be good and stay away from people's reactions.

Speaking of reactions, ( let's talk about Veronica Mars )

Fr. Cobb is twistedly awesome. Apparently in his freshman classes he tells his students that statistically they've probably already had the happiest day of their life and it's all down hill from now on. He can prove it with equations. As he told us this he laughed gleefully. He basically admitted doing it just to see their faces.

I would love to sit in on one of those classes.

In other news, I am finished with Buddhist Philosophy! HA.

Modernism in Art and Literature: The class is going to be interesting and challenging. I'm really looking forward to it though. In the end I may end up understanding what's behind people like Picasso and Jackson Pollock. That'd be nice. And maybe come out with a better understanding of The Waste Land. Whatever I get out of it, Tung is amazing. He does tend to ramble a lot, but at least he's amusing.

This time when we had to introduce ourselves with our favorite TV show, of which I have many, I said Coupling. It was either that or out myself as a big geek again with BSG.

Senior Synthesis: Going to be very interesting. We're going to several plays throughout the quarter and I always enjoy that. Besides the two books for the class, Fr. Cobb is providing us with a subscription to The New Yorker, so that will be where a good deal of the reading comes from. So far I've got four different assignments due for Monday.

I'm a little freaked out by the amount of work for Modernism and Senior Synth. I'm hoping that will pass once I get used to going to class and doing assignments again.

Buddhist Philosophy: Should also be interesting. This is my elective class this quarter and part of the reason I signed up for it was that I thought I would be interested in minoring in Philosophy. After yesterday's class, I'm not so sure. It wasn't bad or anything, but I found myself sitting there and longing for a novel and some critical close readings followed by group discussion. So I think I'd much rather spend my senior year taking classes that involve things that I love.

Also, at one point the professor made a philosopher joke and I was the only one that didn't really laugh. Not that I'm a big laugher in class, but this was more of the "I have no idea why that's funny" kind of silence than the "Yes, you are mildly amusing" kind. Although he did talk about the vicious cycle of stupidity and how stupid people don't know they're stupid and do things that just make them more stupid because they're too stupid to know better. Which I totally agree with, but he could have cut down on the amount of stupid in the sentence. He was very repetative.

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Today Natasha and I went downtown so I could buy BSG 2.5. I also ended up getting the soundtrack for BSG season one and another Regina Spektor CD. Then we saw The Illusionist and I kind of loved it a lot. Perfect fall movie. Jessica Biel was surprisingly good and I already love Edward Norton and Paul Giamatti. Then we came back and I got to watch the season premier of The Office and it was hilarious.

Last night I went with my parents to my brother's last open house at the high school. I wasn't really planning on going, because it's a little weird for a sister to go, but I don't do anything on Thursday nights so I figured what the hell. Turns out I had a really good time. Spent most of it talking with the English teachers that helped shaped who I am. The principal saw me talking to them in the hallway and warned me that I shouldn't be seen hanging around with ladies like them. We all told him that it was too late for that.

Then, because he'd only had one parent in all night, Mario pulled me aside with "You'll be my parent this period" and we talked about my brother and his very negative attitude. We also talked about kids in general these days (ha! like I'm that much older than them) and how being seen as smart is not good for the image. It's really kind of depressing. The most interesting people I know and that I want to spend time hanging out with are the ones that know things.

But that's just me I guess.

Today I've been vacuuming cobwebs and dusting in my room. I think I'm going to shift my Agatha Christie books around now that I've cleared up another shelf. I have way too many books. I've just now come in from picking up apples and pears in the yard. Now we can water and mow and blah blah blah whatever yard work.

My work schedule for fall quarter has been accepted. Yea. I did want to work an hour more each day, but it turns out one of my classes runs until 5:50 and I'd really rather have an hour between four hours of classes than ten minutes. So the schedule's the same: 7pm - 11pm, Monday through Wednesday. Why mess with something that works?

Back to cleaning I guess. And then new SG-1 and SGA tonight! With TWO McKays! (Much as I love SG-1, it's going to be really hard sitting through it tonight.)

What's with this higher edjucation thing anyway?

I'm not happy with Mythology. I mean, I enjoy the subject, but the class is disappointing. The professor's good outside of class, but in class it's another story. This weekend I worked on the vocab for the first ten chapters of Classical Mythology and half the words were repeated, a third of them were misspelled, and some of the others I just plain could not find.

She does not have her shit together. Which makes it very difficult to prepare for the class as a student because if the professor doesn't have their shit together, how the hell can you?

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Yeah. I don't really want to be here right now. I feel behind and slow and dull. I want to be back on the farm, curled up on the couch with a blanket and a book and Mom watching The Daily Show in the background. In other words, I'm kind of feeling the need to go fetal.

I'm at that place where if feels like tears are needed to cleanse, but they're just not there. Damn it.

Plus, no more new Atlantis and I'm almost finished with Battlestar Galactica. I am completely looking forward to Apples to Apples at trademybike's because at the very least I can do something different for an hour.