Another Day
After school monday, I stopped by the library and said hi to everyone there, but didn't stay long because I was hungry (when am I not) and wanted my delicious dinner. Also, I heard something about going to see a movie that evening. Only 50 cents for an hour and a half of entertainment (or so promised) at the Gateway mall. Usually it isn't even worth 50 cents, and that evening was no exception. Charlie and the Chocolate factory, as expected, does not live up to the original.
The boat scene was uneventful, the Oompa Loompa songs weren't memorable, and Johnny Depp was playing the part of Michael Jackson and trying to pass it off as an eccentric, reclusive candy maker. In addition to these downfalls the added sidetracking of Willy Wonka's father helped destroy any charm the story had. The movie wasn't without its improvements, however, with a bigger budget and better special effects. The TV room wasn't obviously blue screened and the glass elevator was much more of an improvment on the prvevious one's that looked like it was dangling from a wire. Also, the nut room was more entertaining than the goose room.
I have put so much of a strain on my ankles from running every day that I'm surprised I can still walk. Tuesday is fencing and ultimate frisbee. My fencing instructor noticed my limp and told me to put ice on it and see some doctor person at school. Of course I didn't.
Tuesday I also found out that I was signed up for an OSPIRG event (they do nice things like environmental activities, helping the homeless, and lowering book rates at school). Someone in my fencing class informed me that at 4p there was some kind of event and I went. I guess I have some ego in me in that I thought she might actually like me, but she probably just wants me to join OSPIRG. I'm all for keeping the environment clean, feeding the homeless, and lowering book costs (I didn't buy a single book for any of my classes, btw), but I'm way too apathetic and pessimistic to actually do a lot of work to ammend these problems. It's hopeless, it's all dependent on individuals, and everyone is too stupid to know what's good so they'll continue to destroy all that is good until the universe sinks in upon itself in a smoldering ball of angry hatred.
Today I was late for my philosophy class, which makes for a grand total of zero days on time. I'm not a very punctual person. Today's lateness was especially unfortunate because there was a quiz at the beginning of class. I had about 10 seconds remaining to start/finish it. I also got my papers back and graded and I'm guessing I got a bad grade. It had the number "2" circled on it. I haven't quite decyphered what that means. The number 2 is never a good grade to get from what I figure. There's something wanting about it. The number one could be good, the number 10 could be good, the number 100 or the number 3458935348 could be good. But 2 just doesn't settle well with me. Also, his footnotes he wrote on the paper were rather ambiguous saying the paper was clearly written but I should rework it or something. I didn't want to write it the first time, why would I want to do that again? No thanks, I'll pass. Give me my 2.
But not all is morose and vapid. Before my class this really pretty girl said hi to me. See, I usually shrug that off because people say "hi" all the time. But that's not all. We got out of class early and she talked a little bit. Then I let her read her psychology book and said my farewell. Okay, now that I read about what happened it's quite uneventful... but that's one of the biggest events in my life, so deal with it.
The boat scene was uneventful, the Oompa Loompa songs weren't memorable, and Johnny Depp was playing the part of Michael Jackson and trying to pass it off as an eccentric, reclusive candy maker. In addition to these downfalls the added sidetracking of Willy Wonka's father helped destroy any charm the story had. The movie wasn't without its improvements, however, with a bigger budget and better special effects. The TV room wasn't obviously blue screened and the glass elevator was much more of an improvment on the prvevious one's that looked like it was dangling from a wire. Also, the nut room was more entertaining than the goose room.
I have put so much of a strain on my ankles from running every day that I'm surprised I can still walk. Tuesday is fencing and ultimate frisbee. My fencing instructor noticed my limp and told me to put ice on it and see some doctor person at school. Of course I didn't.
Tuesday I also found out that I was signed up for an OSPIRG event (they do nice things like environmental activities, helping the homeless, and lowering book rates at school). Someone in my fencing class informed me that at 4p there was some kind of event and I went. I guess I have some ego in me in that I thought she might actually like me, but she probably just wants me to join OSPIRG. I'm all for keeping the environment clean, feeding the homeless, and lowering book costs (I didn't buy a single book for any of my classes, btw), but I'm way too apathetic and pessimistic to actually do a lot of work to ammend these problems. It's hopeless, it's all dependent on individuals, and everyone is too stupid to know what's good so they'll continue to destroy all that is good until the universe sinks in upon itself in a smoldering ball of angry hatred.
Today I was late for my philosophy class, which makes for a grand total of zero days on time. I'm not a very punctual person. Today's lateness was especially unfortunate because there was a quiz at the beginning of class. I had about 10 seconds remaining to start/finish it. I also got my papers back and graded and I'm guessing I got a bad grade. It had the number "2" circled on it. I haven't quite decyphered what that means. The number 2 is never a good grade to get from what I figure. There's something wanting about it. The number one could be good, the number 10 could be good, the number 100 or the number 3458935348 could be good. But 2 just doesn't settle well with me. Also, his footnotes he wrote on the paper were rather ambiguous saying the paper was clearly written but I should rework it or something. I didn't want to write it the first time, why would I want to do that again? No thanks, I'll pass. Give me my 2.
But not all is morose and vapid. Before my class this really pretty girl said hi to me. See, I usually shrug that off because people say "hi" all the time. But that's not all. We got out of class early and she talked a little bit. Then I let her read her psychology book and said my farewell. Okay, now that I read about what happened it's quite uneventful... but that's one of the biggest events in my life, so deal with it.