Fly me to the moon....

This week is a week of music, it seems. Tuesday night we went to Jones Hall to listen to a symphony, and last night there was live jazz at Common Grounds. I ordered something called a "Meltdown," which had four shot of espresso in it, and I may never be the same again. At any rate my sleep cycles never will be.

When you are severely sleep-deprived, it is really inappropriate to have an almost-irrestible urge to giggle in Greek class when the rest of the class is translating the Gethsemane scene in Luke. Yesterday afternoon I took a nap after class, and when I woke up, I spent a solid two minutes trying to figure out what class I was late for, or had slept through, what homework I had forgotten, and what day it was.

Blockbuster actually got a collection agency to mail me something telling me to pay them their freakin' sixteen dollars.

I want to go to Sicily.

Fly me to the moon....

This week is a week of music, it seems. Tuesday night we went to Jones Hall to listen to a symphony, and last night there was live jazz at Common Grounds. I ordered something called a "Meltdown," which had four shot of espresso in it, and I may never be the same again. At any rate my sleep cycles never will be.

When you are severely sleep-deprived, it is really inappropriate to have an almost-irrestible urge to giggle in Greek class when the rest of the class is translating the Gethsemane scene in Luke. Yesterday afternoon I took a nap after class, and when I woke up, I spent a solid two minutes trying to figure out what class I was late for, or had slept through, what homework I had forgotten, and what day it was.

Blockbuster actually got a collection agency to mail me something telling me to pay them their freakin' sixteen dollars.

I want to go to Sicily.

Things that make me happy:

Yesterday I saw a guy with a really goofy smile on his face walking around with a sign that said, "Free hug day - get your free hugs here."

My religion professor had a funny/awkward moment in class Monday when he was trying to draw a certain answer out of us, and one of the girls was really close, and he said, "you're hot, you're extremely hot --- which is not to say anything other than, you're really close to the right answer."

Sunday night I was laughing so hard at something a friend said that I almost choked on mashed potatoes. Who chokes on mashed potatoes?

It's very breezy today, and not too warm - the way a September day should be.

Crane Scholars is starting up again this Friday and we're reading Orthodoxy by G. K. Chesterton, which I already know that I love because I've read it.

I should be doing homework, but I thought I'd rather talk about homework than do it. I have 3 papers due next week.
I have decided that smart people are the most difficult people to get along with (smart people who are around the same age). Sometimes I look at my professors and think, when you were an undergrad, do you go around hurting your fellow students' feelings all the time, and did they think you were an a$$? Do some of your colleagues still privately find you annoying, only now they're too polite and grown-up to let it show? I know that the world is full of competition in all classes of people, "mimetic rivalry" as Somebody Girard says in the book I'm reading for Colloquium, but it seems to be that scholarly people in their late teens and early twenties are the most unapologetic about it. I've heard some of the most inexcusable comments from people whose mental capacities I truly respect. But if they are so earnest about their pursuit of beauty, truth, and goodness, why the hell have they not even mastered the basics of civility? Why is their instinct so perceptive when they analyze the motivations of characters in epics and dialogues and such, yet they can't seem to realize that when they say derogatory things about their classmates, said classmates are going to be offended? Why are they so logical when discussing abstract things, but so illogical when comparing their abilities with those of their peers? (Okay, the answer to that question in obvious). Education is supposed to refine your character, isn't it? Not just make you a more pedantic sort of jerk?
People of average intelligence just do not seem to have the same hang-ups as smart people. They aren't so fiercely competitive over their reputations as "intellectuals."
It wouldn't bother me if I knew of one of two people who were like this, but I'm finding this sort of behavior from too many people. It's enough to make me want to be a waitress all of my life. At least wait staff are rarely so pretentious.

I have a blog again!

I've missed blogging a lot. The only reason I stopped was that I left Myspace, and the reason I left Myspace really had nothing to do with blogging. I've been reading Sara's and Amanda's blogs, and it's so interesting how much of their personalities show through what they write. I think I could tell who they were just by reading a sentence. I love it.