November 17, 2009 by sandwichcontrol
I am so incredibly irritated. And I have no idea why. Well, I have some idea why. It could possibly be the fact that I alternated between freezing to death and sweating profusely at regular intervals throughout the night. It could be the fact that Nami decided that she wanted to stand next to me, but just out of arm’s reach, and whine and howl all night, you know, for fun. It could also be the fact that I am trying to figure out a schedule for next semester and that is always stupid. I should probably go back to therapy.
Anywho, remember how I told you that the weather was just going to get cold and stupid without warning? Well, it did. It got cold. Well, southern cold. Not Fargo cold. Please understand that last week I was wearing a t-shirt and sweating while working outside. It was like 78°F. Now it is like 41°F. I just discovered that I can use Celsius on my thermometer, the one on my computer, and not Fahrenheit. Awesome. Correction, it is no longer 41°F. It is now 5°C. Excellent.
I am trying to transition into the Metric system from U.S. standard. I don’t think you can really transition into it, though. It is sort of an all-or-nothing kind of deal. I need metric measuring devices. Like tape measures, and slide rules, and glassware for my laboratory. I don’t know if anyone noticed this, but I thought it was fun. I put it on my wish list a while back.
Maybe I am grumpy because I am jealous of Pancake Land’s ability to keep her own hours and I am stuck adhering to The Man‘s schedule. And it is stupid. Boy, is it ever. For some reason they like to only offer Chemistry at 8 in the morning. Damn the man. It is no wonder that I am never going to graduate. That and I keep taking classes like bookmaking and painting.
Whoa, I just left the present and traveled back to seventh grade. I was a T.A. in the art room. The other T.A. and I would take yard sticks and tape them together and make a ball out of paper and masking tape and play stick ball, in the art room. We broke so many yard sticks. At some point the teacher made us buy more yard sticks, but she never caught us. Weird. I don’t where that came from.
Well, apparently, I was gone for a while. I’ve gotta go pretend to be a good student. More soon. ~SC
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