I like to dream
My major is officially Computer Science, and I'm finally registered for classes. I'm taking Algorithms, Discrete Mathematics (Ha!), Visual Basic and Public Speaking. The later should be quite interesting. I have no idea how nervous I'll be speaking in front of a group of strangers. I would have been terrified as a teenager, but I don't even know where I stand now. I'm sure I'll get comfortable fast. It's quite possibly the last non-major class I have left to take.
I thought I had angered my downstairs neighbors with some rather loud guitar playing, but suddenly they're a lot more sociable. It's probably because they want to blast their music, but haven't since I'm normally quiet =oP I don't think they've figured out that I work nights and they can blast it all they want. I'd rather they don't figure that out. Anybody have a car they want to store on my side of the driveway?
I went out for a run in the remnants of Katrina. The mist and drizzle was actually nice. Hard to imagine how powerful she once was.
I think I'll do some more unpacking. Yes... I'm still unpacking =oP
"Ohh............
Can anybody see the light
Where the morn meets the dew and the tide rises
Did you realize, no one can ever see inside your view
Did you realize, fore-why this sight belongs to you"
~Portishead
Beth Gibbons can spend as much time in my media player as she likes.
I thought I had angered my downstairs neighbors with some rather loud guitar playing, but suddenly they're a lot more sociable. It's probably because they want to blast their music, but haven't since I'm normally quiet =oP I don't think they've figured out that I work nights and they can blast it all they want. I'd rather they don't figure that out. Anybody have a car they want to store on my side of the driveway?
I went out for a run in the remnants of Katrina. The mist and drizzle was actually nice. Hard to imagine how powerful she once was.
I think I'll do some more unpacking. Yes... I'm still unpacking =oP
"Ohh............
Can anybody see the light
Where the morn meets the dew and the tide rises
Did you realize, no one can ever see inside your view
Did you realize, fore-why this sight belongs to you"
~Portishead
Beth Gibbons can spend as much time in my media player as she likes.