I want a pet
I lost the fight early Monday morning. I named the fly Bernard. He's gone now, but his presence was a light in the darkness. I'm thinking of getting a turtle.
The Caf in J&H isn't all that amazing, but they have the best grilled cheese sandwiches I've ever laid teeth on. They're gooey, but crusty and so so so buttery. I eat one and feel like I'm having the most exquisite heart attack in the world. I'm going to hell, though, because I put salt on my sandwich before I even sniff it.
My computer's power cord has finally given up the ghost, so I get to find a new one asap. I have a 2-3 page story due on Thursday I would rather write at home than here in the Tech Center. Home's cozier, and the weather today and supposedly tomorrow is rainy and generally blah. Yay life.
My teacher in Hispanic Literature Through Art has completely changed the class. It's now a nebulous philosophic discussion on the properties of images and words as they relate to famous Spanish paintings, but really, it could be any country. It's more the existential questions posed by a physical picture versus a story, and how they compare. The teacher's using us to edit and re-write his book. He put chapters of it on the syllabus for us to read and critique. If we have a good idea, he'll put our name in the book next to our contribution. I don't want to pay money to edit his book. He also can't speak Spanish. It's so slow with such an American accent that I can't follow it. After class I reviewed with friends and they had the same problem. The kicker is, I was wearing a tank top and sitting in the front row. Every time the man looked at me, it was south of my eyes. I need to get out of there.