Gordon Lightfoot, Song For A Winter's Night
Well, at least tomorrow is a weekend.
Another group presented in comm today. I think they had a much better grasp of what they're doing than my group did. Yippee. I'm developing a strong dislike for semiotics. Ah well.
CS went ok, I suppose. I zoned out for part of it. I can only listen to Jens talk about math for a finite amount of time before I just don't care any more, and today that was a very short time. Today was very much a day of nitty-gritty math as opposed to big conceptual stuff, and I just wasn't in the mood. The conceptual stuff he did go over I'd already pretty much figured out for myself anyway. Ah well.
Then I had to study since I once again had a quiz with my comm prof. I like this informal oral format. I do well this way. I can talk about almost anything and sound intelligent. I generally seem more knowledgable when I can just talk than when I write. Part of it is that I get sidetracked when I'm writing things by. I remember that the hardest thing for me to do correctly on the CS midterm was try to remember how to write a lowercase cursive "p". It took me 5 or 6 tries. That's generally how I write my p's, but right then my brain just couldn't do it. So anyway, stuff like that throws me on written exams. It's annoying, becuase I'm damn sure that that's not what they're testing for. It's not like I'm having trouble with the actual class related stuff. Bah. I hate having a learning disability. But I think I'm impressing my comm prof with the level of knowledge I have. I'm making him realize that I do understand stuff at a fairly high level, I'm just lousy at demonstrating that fact in writing.
Then I took a shower, grabbed some dinner, and got dressed for my choir performance tonight. I was going to wear a patterned broomstick skirt, a light blue halter top and a fishnet swinsuit cover-up, but Regina convinced me that that was a wee bit too revealing, so I went with a blue shirt and a fishnet vest instead. Revealing tops don't really bother me much. I'm very modest about the area between about my knees and my waist and not crazy about showing anything above the ankle (I don't shave my legs and my mother made me self-concious about my furriness by pestering me for years), but if it weren't for societal standards and the sunburn factor, I'd probably run around in a halter top and a fishnet top of some kind all summer. I just like how that looks. Mom'd likely have a fit though. And then she'd tell me to shave my armpits. Bah. I think people should just loosen up and accept their furriness. It's not like the hair is hurting anything. What're we going to have to start shaving next? Our eyebrows? None for me, thanks. For special occasions, maybe. But I refuse to regularly alter the appearance of large portions of my surface area to conform to some stupid fashion. If my dad can have a beard, then I can have furry legs.
Anyway. The concert didn't got too badly, although it did run an awful lot longer than we were led to believe it would. Grr. Then I went home and called Sean, but I got his machine. Bah. Ah well, maybe he'll get online later tonight. I miss him. This is not exactly earth-shattering news, I know. I realy want to find time to see him again before I possibly head to the bay area. I'll have to figure something out that isn't disruptive for him. Unfortunantly, I don't have any entire weekends until after school gets out, but I could probably head up for a Saturday night. Heck, if I did it during finals, I wouldn't have to head back until Monday. Of course, that wouldn't work for him. Bah. He has someting like 8 weeks of school left. I have 3, counting finals. 8 days of actual classes. Maybe I can go up the weekend after I get out of school but before I head to the bay area, although I should probably spend that packing. I'm sure I can figure something out if he has the time. I don't want to disrupt his studies though. But he's an adult and can budget his own time. I wasn't even going to mention it to him, but I certainly want to go and he can make his own decisions about whether he has the time. I shouldn't try to protect him in stupid little ways like that. He's certainly mature enough to figure stuff like that out for himself. I'm going to try to not shelter people like that any more. So anyway, I'll probably ask him if he has time the next time I talk to him.
Now I'm talking to Chris (C.) online and I should be sleeping.
Captain Squanky signing off