Here to Blog, Regardless of ... People
Okay, some of you don't deserve this, but I want to gripe about things and praise other things anyway. So even those of who are pissing me off are getting a real post today. Just a disclaimer, so you don't think I'm letting you off. Now on to the post.
Today, we held our last workshop class. It was really fun, and kind of creepy. Don't you love it when things are fun *and* creepy? Well, we all met at T--'s house, and ordered New York pizza from a real New York style place. Pizza Hutt "New Yorker" stuff isn't at all real, people. It's still Pizza Hutt ... which is good, don't get me wrong, but a pizza made by a chain restaurant will have a lot of trouble getting to be genuine anything other than chain restaurant pizza. Oh well. We were contemplating the 28" pizza (no really, they have one that big on their menu!), but decided on two mediums. I mean, there are only five of us. The pizza was good, the house was cute, and the class was fun. But creepy, as I mentioned earlier. Being at her house wasn't the creepy bit, either. No, it was the selection our professor decided to read. It was about his prostate exam, and how they had found cancer, and then operated. He wanted his girlfriend to be there, but he feared his wife might have a problem with it. You think? Anyway, he read about all the instruments they "shoved up his ass," and I doubt I'll look at him the same way. Now, since the frog thing, I haven't really been too comfortable around him, but now... It was a good piece. But creepy. And I don't have much more to say. Anything else needs to be accompanied by hand gestures.
I parked in Z-3 today for the second half of classes, so the walk wasn't far at all. And since I came to our English building from the other side, I opened an unfamiliar door. Now, I know the door, of course, we get along fine usually. It's always "hey, how are you?" followed by, "I'm a door, stupid, how do you think?" But today, we did not exchange words. Instead, the damn thing bit me. No, really, people. It lit into me with these chompers in a way that had me limping down the hall to the elevator. Took a few chunks of skin off my toes, scraped the rest of them real bad, and bruised a toenail. Took the polish (green) right off. I'd have kicked that door, except that my other foot was afraid.
Well, the bleeding stopped by the time I got to class, so that was fine. And during class, I did not fall asleep, as I have been tempted to do on several occasions lately. Prolonged lack of sleep is evil. It does nasty things to your attention span. Which does nasty things to your participation grade. But I digress. I was awake for class, and as chipper as I could possibly be. You know why? The professor sat on my right side, while the presenters were at the far left side of the room. So for all intents and purposes, she was behind me. No grocery lists, no doodles, no notes to myself, no character sketches. Not with the teacher looking over my shoulder.
After class, I showed off the book collection I'd brought to my office, lent out the ones I had promised to people, and let the classmate who was interested in exploring fantasy explore. Then I went home. Not too bad a day, huh?
I'd look out at my patio now, and see the roaches, but I really don't feel like it right now. I didn't mention that before, did I? Hmm. At night, the roaches come out to wander around on my patio. They do it everywhere. But, since they can't get in, I sit there and have fun chasing them around with a flashlight. Sometimes, they fight with each other, or try to mate with a roach who isn't interested. It's actually quite entertaining. The first time I noticed it was when it was raining the first week I was here. I looked out my bedroom window to see how hard the rain was coming down, and saw all these beetle looking things scampering around. Had I not been exhausted, I might have been a bit freaked out. They come out every night, rain or no, but in greater numbers if there *is* rain. Usually, there are about six or seven on my porch. So far, only two have gotten in, and both were found dead the next morning. It isn't the apartment, either, or I would ask them to spray. No, it is the whole town. They do this on campus too.
So that is about it for tonight. I'll post and read a little, and maybe by tomorrow, I'll forget why I am a bit miffed. Here's hoping, for ... people's sake. Take care. End.
Today, we held our last workshop class. It was really fun, and kind of creepy. Don't you love it when things are fun *and* creepy? Well, we all met at T--'s house, and ordered New York pizza from a real New York style place. Pizza Hutt "New Yorker" stuff isn't at all real, people. It's still Pizza Hutt ... which is good, don't get me wrong, but a pizza made by a chain restaurant will have a lot of trouble getting to be genuine anything other than chain restaurant pizza. Oh well. We were contemplating the 28" pizza (no really, they have one that big on their menu!), but decided on two mediums. I mean, there are only five of us. The pizza was good, the house was cute, and the class was fun. But creepy, as I mentioned earlier. Being at her house wasn't the creepy bit, either. No, it was the selection our professor decided to read. It was about his prostate exam, and how they had found cancer, and then operated. He wanted his girlfriend to be there, but he feared his wife might have a problem with it. You think? Anyway, he read about all the instruments they "shoved up his ass," and I doubt I'll look at him the same way. Now, since the frog thing, I haven't really been too comfortable around him, but now... It was a good piece. But creepy. And I don't have much more to say. Anything else needs to be accompanied by hand gestures.
I parked in Z-3 today for the second half of classes, so the walk wasn't far at all. And since I came to our English building from the other side, I opened an unfamiliar door. Now, I know the door, of course, we get along fine usually. It's always "hey, how are you?" followed by, "I'm a door, stupid, how do you think?" But today, we did not exchange words. Instead, the damn thing bit me. No, really, people. It lit into me with these chompers in a way that had me limping down the hall to the elevator. Took a few chunks of skin off my toes, scraped the rest of them real bad, and bruised a toenail. Took the polish (green) right off. I'd have kicked that door, except that my other foot was afraid.
Well, the bleeding stopped by the time I got to class, so that was fine. And during class, I did not fall asleep, as I have been tempted to do on several occasions lately. Prolonged lack of sleep is evil. It does nasty things to your attention span. Which does nasty things to your participation grade. But I digress. I was awake for class, and as chipper as I could possibly be. You know why? The professor sat on my right side, while the presenters were at the far left side of the room. So for all intents and purposes, she was behind me. No grocery lists, no doodles, no notes to myself, no character sketches. Not with the teacher looking over my shoulder.
After class, I showed off the book collection I'd brought to my office, lent out the ones I had promised to people, and let the classmate who was interested in exploring fantasy explore. Then I went home. Not too bad a day, huh?
I'd look out at my patio now, and see the roaches, but I really don't feel like it right now. I didn't mention that before, did I? Hmm. At night, the roaches come out to wander around on my patio. They do it everywhere. But, since they can't get in, I sit there and have fun chasing them around with a flashlight. Sometimes, they fight with each other, or try to mate with a roach who isn't interested. It's actually quite entertaining. The first time I noticed it was when it was raining the first week I was here. I looked out my bedroom window to see how hard the rain was coming down, and saw all these beetle looking things scampering around. Had I not been exhausted, I might have been a bit freaked out. They come out every night, rain or no, but in greater numbers if there *is* rain. Usually, there are about six or seven on my porch. So far, only two have gotten in, and both were found dead the next morning. It isn't the apartment, either, or I would ask them to spray. No, it is the whole town. They do this on campus too.
So that is about it for tonight. I'll post and read a little, and maybe by tomorrow, I'll forget why I am a bit miffed. Here's hoping, for ... people's sake. Take care. End.
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