Friday, September 12, 2003
I am at school, with an hour to spare before I catch the bus. I normally lack this extra hour, but I missed my 1:00 human sexuality class (my instructor refuses to accept latecomers for any reason other than a death in the family).at 11:34 AM
My microeconomics class ended after I finished the test (which took me twenty-five minutes). Out of forty-five multiple-choice questions, I perhaps struggled with two. To paraphrase Mrs. Schneider, if I don't get an "A", I'm gonna be pissed.
En route to the Student Center, a fellow whistled at me to stop for him; he sold me five magazines (he gets points for some contest thingy) and drove me to the bank so that I could pay him immediately. How thoughtful of him. And with all this thinking, I arrived back at campus fifteen minutes late for human sexuality. Dagnabbit. Naturally, that's the class I never want to miss. Ever.
This fellow, whose name I did not bother acquiring, now also has my phone number and offers to take me out sometime. I agreed initially, seeing as how he took $254 of my money that I could not really afford to give him. He seems friendly enough; I wouldn't jump in the sack with him (he doesn't know that yet), but I could stand "hanging out" (that's what youngish people do, isn't it?) with him on occasion. I need to make some weird friends, before I go stir-crazy.
I take my human sexuality notes down most diligently. A quote I found amusing:When not in use, the [blue whale's] penis is cached in the male abdomen, which is a fortunate thing. If it were to trail down permanently, it might act as a rudder and muddle the animal's internal navigation system.How hilarious! If I wrote a college textbook on any subject, I would most definitely squeeze in crap like that. Of course, if my writing style continues in its current vein, I'll never publish anything more advanced than a TV Guide.
In forty-five minutes, my bus will come. What to do with myself until then?
