and Superman just evaporated an oil spill with his heat vision. I'm pretty sure that's not the way things work...
Tomorrow is the journey home. Rain, Sleet, or Snow. Maybe no snow. We'll see. It'll take quite the blizzard to stop me though.
Lodrick is a biology/anthropology major if you didn't know. He spends twelve hours a day doing homework. An inspiration to be sure.
I downloaded all of the parts for Eric Whitacre's sleep (they were posted for free download for the virtual choice. Which you must youtube if you haven't seen). I don't see me ever actually using them. Anyone want to form a choir?
I would really love to go around to some old folks' home (is that an offensive term?) caroling with some peeps a couple times between the 10th and 4th. Shouldn't be so hard to get a party together.
Walking to English this morning was especially slow and especially cold. While the roads are mostly clear at this point, the sidewalk is still a pretty solid sheet of ice. I opted for the bus on my way back. Unfortunately it was the wrong bus. I got off a few stops earlier than usual into the twenty something degree weather to wait for the correct bus. It wasn't long a wait fortunately.
I was most displeased to find it snowing upon exiting the bus. I said some things under my breath in anger about the weather I shouldn't have. It was only the lightest of dustings though.
It is cold outside.
Yesterday I revealed the secret of my adolescent digestive habits. It was one of the more hilarious conversations we've had. Right up there with Frodo's "sticky" encounter with Shelob.
Anyway, When I got home today I got sucked into watching Randy Pausch's "Last Lecture." It was with great effort that I managed not to cry at the very end. Seriously awesome.
Matt started cleaning the house while I was watching the lecture. I was compelled to join in. I had promised to wash the dishes the previous night after all. Matt is an exceedingly gracious guy. It's a shame that he is not available to claim a sister or two of mine.
It is so cold.
Lodrick made some stinking awesome chicken Teriyaki. Which is also not in the spell-check dictionary.
We've are all having a a wonderful night around the TV watching Lois and Clark (if you couldn't tell). Matt is going to bake some apples. How did I get so lucky?
I registered for classes very dramatically and very promptly at 3:15 pm today. I got into every class I wanted, if not exactly when I wanted. So here it is in awesome senior-year-myspace-announcement-style:
English 309 "19th Century American Writers" with Pam Hardman.
mon,wed,fri 11:30-12:50. Bond Hall 227
English 313 "History of Cultural and Critical Theory" with Christopher Wise.
mon,wed,fri 2:30-3:50. Bond Hall 405
English 350 "Introduction to Creative Writing" with Nancy Pagh.
tue,thu 10-11:50. Humanities 101
It's not the perfect schedule. A lot of English. But as I cannot declare political science until next quarter it was about my only option. And if I decide that I would rather do just English and minor in something else, allowing me to graduate in 2012, this is the best option. Talk with a councilor is necessary. I am sort've digging the masters in teaching road at the moment. But I need wisdom. So I must ask for it. and I'll receive it.
Matt Potter proposed to Hannah (she said yes of course) and I am so happy for them. Goodness. Congratulations you awesome man you. Doing Matts everywhere proud.
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