Tuesday, December 07, 2004
kicking the shit out of History 342
HA!!
Professor Dolt was so sure he had me by the metaphorical balls, but I SO got him! HA! His exam looked like it was written especially for me, and out of consideration for his consideration, I went and kicked the shit out of it. HA! (I may have said that already)
But that was the most worried I have been about an exam in a long time. I barely slept last night, plus since I went to bed at 2:00 and got up at 7:30 it wasn't much sleep anyway, but it sure as hell didn't help that I was identifying and discussing the significance of every influential rabbi since the Middle Ages in my head all night. Getting up early sucked. I felt allergic to everything, which for some reason happens when I'm really sleepy, the coffee was weak cause my parents brag about how strong they make it and then dilute it with half a litre of milk (I'm not exaggerating here) and then they get at me for putting sugar in it (I do acknowledge I'm lucky to have parents who let me drink their coffee at all), I fell asleep on the bus in the middle of reviewing the Zionist movement, I had to get more coffee at school, and I generally felt like shit. But the exam was really nice. The questions were fucking wide-open as a football field and I went to town with them. HA!
Then I got my paper back (the draft that Dolt marked) and discovered that he planned to give me 85% (this is an A at my school) if I didn't change ANYTHING about it, and better than that if I shortened my paragraphs (he's gotten really hostile about my paragraph length) and fixed a few awkward sentences. Double score!
I ran into C. from Switzerland for the first time in ages, and finally met her boyfriend, who made a pretty good impression on me. They were heading to a climbing wall and he was carrying a bag full of carrots, so he seemed pretty quirky and laid-back, both excellent qualities in a guy and in people in general. I was a bit worried because P. from Prague (kids' alphabet book!) said he was not terribly impressed with the guy when he met him. He suspected jealousy, which makes sense since P.'s the type a protective guy might worry about his girlfriend hanging out with. It's a bit ridiculous though given that P.'s got a serious girlfriend himself and told me they're practically married. I've never known a guy to exaggerate like that about how much he's into his girlfriend, especially when he's drunk with a another fairly attractive girl on a bed with no one around who's sober enough to object (except...ahem...me!). Anyway, I thought the guy seemed pretty sweet and C. seems crazy about him in a very good way, so I approve. Checkmarks all around!
Also ran into this cute-as-hell guy from my history class who I see at the gym from time to time, this huge Asian dude who's actually really nice and surprisingly sweet given his scary build. I can't remember if I've written about him in here before, but anyway I'm going to call him CG for now, though I did sneakily discover his real name a while back. He smiled and said hey to me, which at my school is a hugely gratifying thing to get from someone you hardly know. I have a bit of an elementary-school crush on him, in that I know nothing will come of it and nothing should, my being previously engaged and all. But I can't help but wonder if I was available if I would actually have the guts to go up to him in the gym and start talking, or if it would just open up a whole new set of obstacles. Right now I like to think I'd be totally confident and self-assured, but one never knows in such a hypothetical scenario.
I have this irrational phobia of people who cough during exams. Maybe it's less of a phobia and more of a pathological hatred (has anyone else ever wondered why people who hate gays are called homophobes, when really they just hate them?). Either way, I cannot STAND it when people cough during exams. It completely throws me off my game. It's not that it really lowers my mark, it just snaps me out of my train of though long enough for me to get the strongest urge to cap my pen, throw my paper on the floor, and stomp out. It's the irritating scale equivalent of people who yell, play the electric guitar, do construction work or vacuum the carpet while I'm sleeping. I realise that people have allergies and colds and the fucking consumption and the black lung, but could they at least take some cough syrup before coming into the same enclosed space as many other people for a very important 2.5 hours? It fucking bugs me!
I'm hoping to go to Blade: Trinity tonight, that is if I can get my bro to stop being a lazy ass and take his headphones off and actually leave the house for a change. I wanted to go to the theatre at school tonight cause it was free but the show was overbooked -- by 200 people! I can't believe the fucking idiot who sold 200 more tickets than they had seats for. There's going to be a riot and I'd rather not be there to see it.
Was hoping I'd run into CG at the gyme today, but no such luck. I have no idea how he maintains those massive shoulders since I only see him there maybe once or twice a week. Maybe he's an early bird. I dunno.
In other news, I love my new Aimee Mann cd, Lost in Space and you should all go out and buy/download it. She has this song called High on Sunday 51 that goes:
Baby please -- let me begin
Let me be your heroin
Hate the sinner but love the sin
Let me be your heroin...
The play on words, the sadness in her voice, the whole song, the whole cd is just amazing. She's really great in fact. Go check her out.
And I wanted to add (a la Dag) that I'm also very grateful to my regular and loyal readers, and I'm curious as well to find out who else is reading that I don't know about. Leave comments -- you can do it anonymously now! But thanks to those very few of you who read this all the time. I would write a lot less often if I didn't feel like somebody somewhere would be disappointed if I did.
That is all. Carry on.
-N
