This ought to be a pretty quick post on account of how it's half past nine right now and I have a syntax paper proposal for tomorrow that I need to start. The problem is: I don't exactly have a topic. I thought I had a topic for it, but as it turns out, I don't really have any problem to address or discuss. So I guess I'll have to come up with something pretty quick here, and then pretend that I know what I'm talking about for a couple pages. I figure if I throw in a tree or two I should be able to flesh that out pretty nicely. And I'm hoping that she'll take pity on me because I'm not using English as my language of study - rather, German.
At any rate, I drove the motorcycle to school again this morning, and it was seriously cold. I was considering taking the bus, but then I hit snooze too many times (again) and the only way to get to school on time and have a shower (necessary) was to drive, and drive I did. It wasn't even really worth attending that first class, but I guess it got me out of bed/the house. Then I met up with Steph in the atrium and Mandy caught up with me there shortly thereafter. Steph decided she really likes Mandy. I think that's cool.
So, I figured that, seeing as I didn't even know if I had any homework for later in the afternoon, I figured I might as well just go with Steph to Kensington so she'd have some company on her way to her back appointment. While she was in the appointment I went to Higher Ground and had a cup of the Monk's Blend tea. Then I went outside and had a smoke and figured I may as well go give the panhandler a smoke. So I did that and he suggested I could sit down with him for a while, which I did. We chatted for a while as I waited for Steph to arrive. She seemed to think it was interesting that I was out there smoking and chatting with the panhandler fellow, and, after I counted his money for him, Steph and I headed back to the University.
Once back there, we wandered around for a bit, didn't find a place to sit in the atrium, looked at my motorcycle, and then Steph decided she'd go home. I decided I'd go eat a chocolate bar while sitting on the floor outside of my two o'clock class, and eat a chocolate bar while sitting on the floor outside of my two o'clock class I did. (I apologise for that stupid sentence construction, but we were looking at it in syntax a couple weeks ago and it just popped back into my head.)
Then I went into the classroom and sat down and flopped over the table. Then Care pet my head as she walked past, saying that she just had to do that. God is teasing me, I swear. I base that on the extended-feature dream I had last night, additionally. It's not funny, God. Cut it out. I'm going to leave it at that degree of vagueness in the interest of not upsetting anyone too much.
In the last class of the day, I discovered that I had, in fact, neglected to do some homework. It was a stupid thing anyhow. I had completely forgotten about that assignment over reading week, and I didn't read the due-date correctly, so I didn't have a diagram drawn, and I didn't have the last two questions answered. I hope the good Dr. isn't to harsh on me for being such a dumb and clumsy oaf.
Then I drove home (because I had failed to convince Steph to go for cajun fries at the Den with me) and had some pasta and then took a nice nap. The reason it was so nice was because I didn't dream! I'm getting so tired of dreaming all the time. The dreams just depress me to no end, and last night's dream was wonderful, but after waking up from it, I was completely let down and heartbroken. So it was a really pleasant change of pace to sleep. To sleep, perchance not to dream.
Anyhow... the only real news for yesterday was that mother and I went back to Sears and put that mattress on order, so I'll hopefully have a new device to sleep on by monday or tuesday of next week. Four hundred and fifty bloody dollars. Ugh, these things are so expensive, but I guess it'll be worth it. Maybe my back will stop hurting so much all the time. Probably not, but maybe.
And, finally, any nerds out there might be interested to know that Haloscan has just recently added support for trackbacks. I discovered this just tonight because I was tired of not understanding what trackbacks are. I'm still a little confused about how they work, but it seems like a clever idea. I won't bother trying to explain what trackbacks are. If you don't know, go find out for yourself. It can be like a nerd-quest. At any rate, I'm not really expecting to ever get any trackbacks, but, hey, you never know. The important thing is that if I feel so inclined, I can leave trackbacks on other people's pages. That word has lost ALL meaning at this point.
Update: So, instead of working on my syntax paper proposal, I seem to have gone on a shopping trip to amazon.ca. I just bought the soundtrack to Blade Runner because one of the songs that was playing on iTunes reminded me of that movie. Then I bought another CD by Vangelis or whoever wrote that soundtrack because the internet told me I'd like it. I really really like getting parcels in the mail, and I bought these used so it's a big mystery if they'll even work/arrive. That's really the best way to shop online - it makes it so much more thrilling when your parcels finally do arrive, as I learned with the big book of jerkcity. It sure is easy to spend your money without leaving the chair, though. This seems like a somewhat dangerous idea if you're not careful. Maybe I should just get a seller's account at ebay or something and buy/resell crap as my job. Actually, scratch that. It's a terrible idea.
status.mood(procrastinative);
status.music(this could be love, alkaline trio);
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