Whee!

Well, today has been interesting thus far.

First off, I borrowed out the textbook for my upcoming class at Harlaxton, and the bit that I've read was pretty good. I think I'm going to get such a kick out of taking a history class that isn't an AMERICAN history class. It'll be nice not to hear the same thing over again.

"The founding fathers built some buildings and fought with swords and Paul Revere rode around and yelled. We killed some Mexicans. They killed us. The Civil War was in 1861. A lot of people killed each other over slavery. Then there was World War 1, and World War 2, where we killed most everybody else and they killed us again, and then we invented microwaves. Then the nuclear age arrived. Hot Pockets were created, and the world rejoiced. David Hasselhoff sang on a wall. The Internet was invented by Al Gore and the human race died laughing at somebody's Youtube video..."

I talked to my mother about the head librarian back home quitting her job and apparently going for the quiet life. We're trying to figure out why, but we're also trying to sort out who might replace her. Most likely we won't like them. That's the way it usually works.

Meanwhile, Mom said Dad and her are coming down this weekend, which means I really should think about actually completing my homework before it starts. And I should really push on and finish my scholarship application (I couldn't find the right words to placate them enough to give me money. It's a tough go.)

Mom believes I am starting to talk British. If I am I am not doing it on purpose. It's leaching into my speech from all the books I've read lately about British this and British that. I'm so busy reading about it that I'm starting to talk like the people in it, and consequently I am becoming more British-y by the day. Now if THAT doesn't terrify people...next thing you know I'll be eating bangers and mash and wearing a stupid hat.

It's rained all day today but strangely I feel pretty damn good. Maybe my medication has kicked in in some small way.

I should at least skim the pages that my prof wanted me to read for tonight. The concepts mostly miss me, but I can at least make an effort. Oddly enough, though his theories are breezing by me, I know his class isn't the hardest.

No. That's math.

Surprises never cease, do they?

Everytime I get in math class I want to scream in frustration. WHO CARES about charting the Cartesian divide or sailing the exponential curve? X is constantly changing clothes and sneaking up on y and dividing him with a hacksaw. 4 is in the middle of all of it looking lonely and confused as to why the minus sign is suddenly so attracted to him. And 8 can't figure out if he's sideways or right-side up.

I don't like soap operas all that much and math is just another tale of woe. I don't need woe. Woe is bad for my health and therefore, so is math.

Can we get math declared a health hazard? At least to those who can't do it?

My tutor suggested to me today that if I'm not going to pay attention, I should at least write something down. I blamed my ADD and said that this would be easier even it were Thomas Hardy, whom I don't like but I'd be willing to read his stuff and write a paper on one of his books.

Why can't I do that instead of drawing little dots on a grid?

I would eat vile things in order to get away from it, I would. Get me the Vegemite jar...where's that haggis? Anyone for chocolate-covered cockroaches?

I have a million things to do today, so I will sign off.

Cheerio (I TOLD you I don't do it on purpose. It just happens accidentally)
Bec