Had my first class today. Was very strange. The room was packed, and there were actually more men in an English class than in women. The class in question? Science fiction. Okay, that makes sense.
All I can do is hope that even though the class is potentially full of nerdy peen, that the peens aren't pretentious.
[As you can see, I am somewhat jaded by my experience having girlbits in the science fiction community. (Given I subscribe to a fandom where Jaina Solo has been regulated to a pre-dynastic uterus and all.)]
I just cringe at the thought of condescending boys helpfully enlightening idiot girls of dubious intelligence. =/
Professor: Some transhumanists have had their remains cryogenically frozen in hopes that the can be resurrected in the future at a later date.
Girl: omigawd. So how does it work?
Boy: Well, you see. They freeze the dead person.
Girl: You can come back to life that way?
Boy: No.
Seriously lady, you made it too easy.
Classmate: Wouldn't that make everyone into an autonomy?
Professor: Pardon?
Classmate: Wouldn't it be bad for people to become an autonomy. Autonomy, you know, when everyone becomes the same thing?
::cry::
Also, today Wiltse and I went to the gym for two and a half hours. It was probably a bad idea to exercise for a full two and a half hours since I think we overexercised. I am in an enormous amount of pain right now. I don't think it was very safe and now my legs are swollen so I might have to wait a bit before going back in for that long. But I did do two miles on the elliptical, a mile on the treadmill, half a mile on the stair master, and three miles on the bike. Yay. Wiltse and I argued about whether or not we should stretch before exercising and he won. I'm such a moron. Moron! Ugh. ::hits self:: I should have stretched.
Well, here's to looking less like a beached whale cow.