Anti-Anxiety

I could go into great length about what the hell is wrong with me, but rather than waste valuable keystrokes I'm going use someone else's ink and wit.

To date, this has been the easiest quarter of my Rose-Hulman career and I feel as though I am just pissing it away. Only two real classes are going right now, yet I still feel like the minimal amount of work I have for both of these classes should take up my entire day as classes have done in the past. It's not efficient I tell you, working on stuff that's not due for four days instead of taking a little bit of leisure time to do something better.

Tonight we're having a Kill Bill marathon for rush. I made about 8 copies of each of the movies so there would be enough to run it on every decent TV in the house. I still can't believe some people haven't seen that movie and trembled before its excessively gorey goodness.

Tomorrow is Pike Day, which usually bring shouts and exhaultations from anyone that knows what I am talking about. We have freshmen over to the house, and we grill and play frisbee and football and music for like 5 hours. And we have a gigantic homemade water-slide we run down the front of the lawn. The issude is the problem we've been having with our water recently. There's no one who can say that the fire-hydrant we usually use is even still functional or if it isn't under close-guard by the water company's secret service. The weather for today did not shape up to be nice either, and I am only hoping that it is not establishing a pattern for the weekend.

Sometime this weekend we're getting a chapter consultant dropped off to stay for the weekend. It's really early for him to be here, and I don't think anyone is too excited about it. He's supposed to be a good guy though, which is fine with me, because I have to drive him to his next college when he's done here. Eastern Illinois University I believe. At least it's something to do.

I told Tim we'd head back to G Biddy for homecoming if he wanted. Rose's homecoming is the same weekend, which means I'd miss out on the drunken shenanigans sure to ensue in my absense, but that's OK. I just hope the room doesn't get destroyed while I'm gone.

I really don't have much else to speak of now, persay. I'm just in the commons now waiting for my quasi-lame Computer Graphics class to start. The class, and the format in which it is being executed, has yet to thrill me in any way, shape, or form. The lack of what I call "hands-on" learning has been stragenly absent from a programming course, and I can say I've retained somewhere in the 10-30% range of things that have been said in class aside from:

OK. Ring ring, or something. I'm gonna go get bored.

I know the spark inside your eyes
was just the match I used to set myself on fire