College calculus is kicking and grinding my butt deep deep into the ground. It's hard, and I'm trying to keep up, but...it's so hard.
However, other than calculus life has been pretty much good so I really can't complain. I made a colaborative drawing with my new buddy Robshe during tutoring yesterday. He's in 1st grade (I think) and draws a mean McDonalds.
Lots has been going on, but instead of writing about every little thing I'll just say this:
My art buddy Britta and I went to the thrift store by campus today, and we heard the acapella theme song for "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" and a short while later, while perusing the miscellaneous knicknacks, we found a "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego?" boardgame. Amazing, I know. Although for some stupid reason we didn't buy it, so I think we should go back and snatch that baby up. Then everyone will be invited to my dorm to play.
UPDATE:
Sad news folks. The Carmen San Diego boardgame is no more. I went back to the thrift store today (Tuesday) with my friend Meredith, another art buddy, to get more stuff for art class and we looked for the game, but alas 'twas gone. Some time in the past week someone must have gone to the store and bought it. I hope the lucky soul who bought it is enjoying it. Jerk.
Yes, I have Carmen San Diego envy.
09.30.04, Thursday 7:08 pm
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i want to go home.
09.20.04, Monday 8:34 pm
i moved my clock to a different shelf and it's throwing me off
Today I wore a hoodie.
It was wonderful.
Until it got warm outside so I took it off. But now it's cooled off, so I'm wearing a hoodie again.
It's wonderful.
09.17.04, Friday 7:43 pm
some of my deepest thoughts
Sometimes I wonder why I do the things I do.
Why did I buy 3 candy bars last night and eat them immediately?
Why am I still hungry even though I just ate dinner and had 2 fruit snack packages for dessert?
Why do I not say hi to people sometimes?
Why do I waste an incredible amount of time when there's better things I could/should be doing?
Why do I let myself get sad?
Why do I let myself be happy?
Why did I buy a sketch pad that's already fallen apart instead of a spiral bound sketch book that won't fall apart when I still have 100 pages left?
I should be a philosopher.
09.02.04, Thursday 4:09 pm
smell is an interesting concept
What in our brains distinguishes good smells from bad smells? What is it that tells us whether something smells good or bad? Why is that something can smell good to one person and bad to the next person? I don't understand, but I want to.