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I have been meaning to write this particular post for a while.
When IPODs first came out, or, more correctly, when you first started to see them being used by a large portion of the public transport using population, i couldn't understand what the big deal was. they seemed to be like everything else in this weird, other-culture fearing province - A FAD. A fad like car tempos and those rather pretty, but inexplicably popular icicle-style christmas lights. since then, i have decided that i want an IPOD Nano. Well, i want a real IPOD, but i am poor. However, i don't really know why i want one, which is the main reason i don't have one already. if i can't come up with one good reason why i think it will at least make my life more pleasurable, i don't think i should put out that kind of cash. i don't listen to music that much because i find it difficult to concentrate on what i'm reading when it's playing, even instrumental jazz which is what i listen to the most. i do listen to music when doing latin homework (which i won't be having next year, sadly) and i am pretty certain i would use an IPOD on public transport because i rarely go to the trouble of taking the book i "should" be reading out of my bag.
However, and this is what caused me to finally put up this post, after reading an entry on Guillaume's blog, i discovered pandora by the music genome project. it's a personal DJ. i can taylor a radio system to my specific tastes. the most awesome piece of internet technology i have seen all year. of course, i can't load pandora onto an IPOD, but it sure does give me good suggestions for making purchases at the MusicStore.
Okay, so why am i writing this? Because i need help. I cannot make this life-changing (LOL) decision on my own. Consider this a survey on what you think of the IPOD fad...
Factors to consider with the specific advice you give me that have not been previously mentioned:
(a) currently an IPOD represents over two weeks salary and i am trying to save up so as not to work next semester.
(b) yes, i have a MAC so ITUNES is my software of choice.
(c) i have been to all of two live concerts in my life. i prefer the theatre.
(d) i am horribly intimidated by the musically-knowledgeable.
So, whatcha think? why do you have one or not have one and what light can you shed on my particular conundrum?

good morning.
firstly, some administrative nonsense: john completely denies the description of his flirting i posted earlier this week. apparently he is NOT touchy. i also got pretty raked over the coals for having a blog in general, but i like a good ribbing, so i can cope. it has come to my attention that if you are accessing this site via livefeed or bloglines, you do not see the post a comment link. well, i encourage anyone capable of telling me why this is to do so. i will happily fix it. if no solutions are forthcoming in the next week, i will change the template to include a note about that problem.
on to the interesting stuff. (HA).
My BOSS rec'd a ticket for not stopping at a stop-sign Wednesday night. She decided to write a LETTER to attach to the ticket because she wants to contest it. This is the letter (i rewrote it for her, don't worry), capitalization, spelling and punctuation pristine. She had proof-read it and just wanted me to "double-check" because i'm good at these things. Please note: thouh her first language is not English, she's Greek, she went through at least 7 years (if not her entire schooling career) in the english school system. i had previously thought illiteracy was dead in Canada. She has been working in an office environment for the past twenty-three years. Lord help me, she is my supervisor.
To Whom It May Concern:

I am contesting this ticket 011160573, Reason being I made my stop.

I pass by this particular stop everyday for 4 1/2 yeas.
This was not the first time that I seeing police officer pulling drivers over on the side.
But it was the first time I was pulled over.
They had stropped about 3 to 5 cars before i got there.
I saw a police officer 1/2 ways downs the street.
And pulled me over on the side. I asked what happed.
I was advised that I did not come to a full stop.
This is not the first time I see police at this stop
I have never being stopped before, I always do my stop
(I do not deserve to get this ticket)

Thank you,

Do you think she has more of a chance that a snowball in hell?

Well, i have spent the last three evenings researching an "optional" reflection on Machiavelli(not writing it meant the final paper would be worth an extra 15% of our grade). Last night, i rewrote the same paragraph over and over again for an hour and a half. it was infuriating because i really did have some good material to discuss. eventually i gave up in disgust over my incompetence and inefficiency at having dedicated so much time to a project i would not even complete.
i woke up at 4:30 this morning and lay there thinking. i decided to get up and write the paper taking a different angle (complacency and maintenance of the state rather than corruption and maintenance of the state) that had just occurred to me. at 6:15, when i normally get up to get ready for work, i was finishing the last bibliography entry. i feel like i have already accomplished a lot today, but i am not thoroughly convinced the paper is any good because i only JUST wrote it and am reading it over. oh well. at least i feel better. i am sure that feeling will fade by 5pm when i will be exhausted.
other than that, i am doing ok. i think i am going to ask my parents to help fund my getting a train pass for next year instead of getting driven in all the time because it is just so much more efficient. i don't know though. i found a course offered at mcgill on tuesdays and thursdays (Renaissance to Reformation) that i am very interested in, but i don't have classes on tuesdays and thursdays otherwise. i am trying to find out how you register for classes at another university and then get them converted into credits at Concordia.
And, lastly, some thoughts on the CJAD news report this morning:
(a) not that i am saying that the Christian "peace" missionaries deserved to be kidnapped - far from it - but am i the only one that doesn't find it surprising that a theocratical regime will react violently to a group openly engaging in proselytizing?
(b) if the montreal municipal government wants citizens to do something about the litter on the streets, shouldn't they consider having garbage cans at at least every bus stop? The street i work on doesn't have a single garbage can on it and people eat their lunches in front of the buildings all summer. It's not like Meilleur isn't a busy street...

again i am waiting for my mother to get ready to leave for work/school.
i think i have mentioned in a previous post that i think that a certain John character is one of the most atrocious, yet accomplished, flirts i have ever met. i would like to analyze the behaviour he partakes in to make me feel this way and ask any male readers whether or not the same sort of action would be interpreted as flirting or mothering if a woman acted this way towards them.
when John starts to talk to you, he at first is very flippant. you are being kind of frivolous and are, hence, amusing. slowly he appears to be paying more and more attention to what you are saying, this is mostly conveyed by making small, sacrastic remarks that are not really mean, but borderline. then this too stops. he looks you in the eyes, and, eventually, manages to get the very tips of his fingers in the small of your back, or on your shoulder. when walking by, if you are in the way, he always makes sure to do the same. a guiding push per say. now, it's not really as methodolical as i have written it out - this makes him sound like a master plan kind of guy, which i'm not saying he is, but i am creating a trend we can analyze. ok. so, if a woman got more and more rapt into your conversation and proceeded to lay a hand on you ever so gently ... is this flirting or mothering? if she lays a hand on your shoulder when she walks by you ... is it flirting or mothering? John usually ends one of these encounters with some insanely inappropriate comment that he gets away with because a bubble of solitude has been built up that creates a context of "okayness." you both know it's just playing, no one else will hear about it, so it's "okay." yeah. i like john. you can tell. i always feel really pretty, feminine, but smart after ten minutes. i guess this is proof of the attraction principle that says you like people who make you feel good about yourselves.
i like you too Lorne. i think you will see a bit of a description of our luncheon dates/emails in this description too.
on a daily update note: i can't stop sleeping. i fall asleep at 9pm, wake up to do more work, fall asleep again, set an alarm to get up early, get up before the alarm and turn it off, and still get up insanely late. i am not going to get any work done at this rate.

i am not inclined to do this very often, cite myself, but i spent a couple of minutes articulating this argument on someone else's blog and would like to share it.
you can click on this Link to read the original post by impudent strumpet and my reply.
it's odd because this discussion of entitlement came up in a course last week with a guy who teaches at LCC.
other than that, i am good. it is a little early in the morning for a full-fledged update (i haven't done anything interesting). i have tons of studying to do before classes start at 2:45 and my mother, as usual, is taking forever to get ready. we are supposed to have left the house by now. oh well.

stop wasting time!
i am supposed to be typing out notes on a book i borrowed from prof. mcsheffrey last tuesday so i can give it back to her and then studying for my quiz in roman history tomorrow. why am i not? because i am lazy. i know, officially, have nothing else that is fun to do that is not school-work related. except maybe folding laundry and putting it in drawers. if that seriously becomes a temptation, i'll let you know.

Am i the only loud and obnoxious individual who finds the quiet, collected folk a threat? whenever they speak, they sound so much more thought-out, articulate and sure of themselves. i frequently play devil's advocate in seminars and argue for a stance i am not even sure i remotely agree with because i firmly believe that only by arguing for the other side can you ever really understand your own. however, i also recognize that this makes me look like an ass. so, do all loud people find the quiet people intimidating? and do quiet people recognize that a lot of the time loud people are espousing ideas they don't believe just to try and get the quiet person to respond? i always want, fearfully, for the graduate student sitting in the corner to tear my argument to shreds, but, on the other hand, i want him/her to. do you think he/she knows that?
what inspired this questioning post you ask? well, on thursday i walked into the italian renaissance seminar complaining about how i hadn't understand Ficino's Argument whatsovever, and, surprisingly, the very nice but quiet young man that i sit next to (Bryan is on the other side of me) proceeded to ask me why. well, i said i think it had to do with the neo-platonist presentation of abstract concepts without hinging them on any sort of narrative structure so i can better remember the chronology of the argument. he proceeded to describe to me, in quite a bit of detail, his take on the Ficino treatise. i was impressed. i did not know at the time that this same young man was supposed to be giving the presentation today. when it came to presentation time, i couldn't believe it was the same person giving the talk. he was obviously very intimidated by the scenario and, unlike myself who proceeds to ramble, make bad jokes and speak too quickly in oral presentations, was unable to deliver the speech he had so painstakingly written out. there were long periods of silence and he was obviously really feeling the stress - which was SO weird because he had been so articulate about ten minutes earlier. more articulate than i ever am when discussing a given topic in philosophy/political science/social theory. i couldn't understand it. i recognize this is the fundamental difference between the quiet people and the obnoxious people, but i would like to get in their shoes. what is the obstacle they encounter that causes this? i would enjoy your take...
daily update: last night had huge salad for dinner, went to marche aux puces to buy shisha, watched steve smoke shisha while watching Heat (Val Kilmer, Robert DeNiro, Al Pacino), went out for breakfast with Isabelle this morning, made sure Lisa had a good time last night with her "darling," doing some homework before going over to steve's and out for dinner to celebrate (belatedly) his Dad's birthday. 

trying out some new blogging software, so you are going to have to bear with me in this post. firstly, i have taken to using bloglines to check out the updates for my blogroll. thus far, the practice is serving me well. i will keep you posted.
secondly, i downloaded the new widget that posts to blogger from your dashboard. i already recognize that i do not know how to choose the title using this format. i will make an attempt to figure that out. however, i enjoy being able to jot down a line here and there in class by pressing F12.
and...just in case you were a doubting thomas, sometimes talking does help. Steve and i had a very long, and sometime heated though at others filled with silence, discussion regarding not only our discussion last week-end, but also our lives in general. we decided that we would both like our relationship to work out. this is a start. that we both enjoy spending time together, sharing what happens when we are apart, and knowing that the other person is there (somewhere in the world) and caring about what happens to us. i dare anyone to better define what a long-term relationship, with the possibility of it suddenly becoming a long-distance one in the future. we also talked about our conflicting life goals...which still pose quite a problem, but i think we both feel better about being on this boat. we then proceeded to go out for dinner at Mikes, where my order was screwed up yet again but good anyways, so the waitress was forgiven.
i couldn't decide whether to post about something more thoughtful today instead of sharing this daily update, but, realizing that the majority of my readers are also friends who have shown some interest in my relationship status, i decided to bore the rest of you. to compensate, tomorrow's post is planned to be on giving presentations and quiet vs. loud/obnoxious people. 

firstly, today is the ides of march. i am scared. particularly since i am sitting in Roman Empire, which should so somehow have recognized this fact but hasn't.
i went to my cardio class again today. the gym's last week is next week. where will the students work out now? we will be homeless...and i was just getting into it. moshing/dancing for an hour twice a week is good for me. both psychologically and physically. last monday i needed an aleve because my thighs ached so much, which was good because it means i had worked them for once. i feel less porky after.
i went to see Prof. Lorkovic about Foucault's Discipline and Punish today. i wanted to use some of the theory in a paper on banishment of prostitutes in late medieval london. Prof. Lorkovic knows his stuff. i felt much better about attempting to discuss a philospher in a social history paper and i felt smarter. a lot smarter. that is always my reaction to going into prof. lorkovic's office. this panegyric is partly sponsored by the visitor to my blog from BC who searched his name on google. i know that because someone on the LAC staff doesn't like him very much, they are not keeping him next year. this is a travesty. i cannot imagine anyone else having conveyed any sort of understanding of the philosophical-political texts we read last year. please note, lorky is not my prof. anymore, but he is helping me out anyways. i think i am a much better thinker and writer after sitting in his class. i am writing this down for posterity should the occasion ever arise again that for some unknown reason a future employer of his actually reads an entry in my blog on him. HIRE HIM. He cares about his students, knows his subject, comes to class prepared and treats everyone with respect.
ok. enough. i am not sucking up because (a) he will never read this and (b) he is not only not my prof, but also leaving Concordia after this semester.
tomorrow i have an appointment with the C.O.O. at the office about my hours for the upcoming months. i haven't heard anything from Census Canada or Bell Canada, so i guess i may be stuck in this office for yet another trimester of mindless work. i am considering applying to work at Concordia something like eight hours a week next year even though i had said i wouldn't work next semester. the library jobs are so conducive to reading.
oh. i meant to share this. ING Direct is currently offering a "short and sweet" GIC with 3.4% interest on a 90 GIC. This is incredible. there is no minimum amount. if you are interested in opening an account with them, and i highly recommend it, i can send you an email referral (gives me $13, costs you nothing). my email addy is hfeatherina-at-hotmail.com because i realize it is nowhere else on this page.
matthew and i have finally decided to be more time-effective and are going to be divying up attendance to this Roman Empire class. he will be attending Mondays and i will be attending Wednesdays. this will probably be cutting into my more general correspondence time and posting. i am sure you will cope nicely. if not, well, bother someone in my blogroll to your left. i am sure they would enjoy your viewing of their thoughts.

Thought i would share this forward with you, my faithful readers...

my latin prof is awesome. i think we have already established this in previous posts, but i am going to provide more evidence towards this assertion.
(a) today, so we could, for a change, have a FUN assignment, she gave us three paragraphs of Harry Potter instead of a test. the homework is due the last day of class. woohoo, an excuse to buy harry potter trilogy in hardcover.
(b) Concordia, in a fit of its usual crappiness, doesn't have a copy of Petrarch's DE SECRETUM in its library. Okay, it's just about the 3rd most major work he wrote, but whatever. McGill has a copy, but interlibrary loan will take at least a week. Margaret has offered to take it out for me. as a prof, she gets much longer check out time. awesome!
Yesterday Steve and I had a discussion about our future in which he attempted to break up with me. he couldn't. i have had this same conversation with him so many times now that i am going to pull out my hair. Love isn't enough folks, according to my significant other. of course, obviously it's enough that you are willing to admit that living without the other person is the most horrifying thought you can come up with. lovely. oh the contradictions. whatever. i so am not worrying about this right now.
well, my first week of adsense has made me 0.17$ because only one person clicked on an ad. i think it might be more productive for the void magazine though. i may suggest it if i do become web editor. i should probably consider coming to a decision on that. i am just so scared of next year's class schedule though. eep. and no latin or italian. i am going to forget all i learnt. so sad.

i was researching a paper on Petrarch for my Italian Renaissance class last week-end and came across a particularly disturbing critique of a great books curriculum by the scholar Whitfield. though i had orginally copied his comment out on a nice, purple index card, lord knows where i put it, so i will paraphrase quickly.
after discussing how Aquinas isn't really a scholastic, but because he is the only one we really read we erroneously consider him to be representative of the whole movement, Whitfield points out that perhaps the groundbreaking and best works of a given era do not, in fact, represent their realities best, but rather, the more mediocre ones, lost to history for the most part, do. this is an interesting critique of studying history through both great works, as we do at the LAC, or great men. It got me thinking about the purpose of the type of education i have opted for. however, i am not only working on the great books curriculum, right? but also engaging in literature, social history and languages. i would like to imagine that this helps overcome some of the skewed-ness of the great books curriculum, which i think has value if only on a historiographical level. ok. that was a very scholastic post.
i will lighten the content of this post with a brief mention of what i did last night. Steve and I went to see 16 Blocks with Bruce Willis. i thought it was a very nicely done action movie. i saw it in French, dubbed in Quebec (thank GOD), but i must say i found myself covering my mouth and the rest of my face with my hands a lot, which is always a sign of my succumbing to the suspense. i suggest renting it when it comes out to say the least. mindless in the way all stories about a corrupt police for are, but entertaining in a good way. the previews were also interesting. there appear to be a lot of really bad movies about to come out. V is for Vendetta being the prime candidate. it seemed like such propaganda. ugh. hopefully i will be wrong, because i bet i will forced to go and see it by either a family member or a boyfriend with not so-scrupulous taste in movies. not that i'm even close to an expert...

i think, after talking to James last night while a little more than a tad tipsy, that he may have unknowingly conveyed to stupid little me the meaning of life. ha. no no. we were talking about the one-sentence story challenge, for which he has two great sentences. now, james is a much better writer than i am, so that they were better was not surprising, but what listening to him tell them finally made me realize was at least one level of creative writing (i think linked to post-modernism from my little knowledge of the "modes of expression and interpretation") is better because of the manner in which it gives the reader a sense of interactiveness by its indeterminacy. by not being entirely clear, the reader must fill in the blanks, does this instinctively, and then wonders why THAT choice was the obvious one for them. This was most more articulate last night as i lay in bed. oh well.
so, i enjoyed talent night immensely. john cayer is the most atrocious flirt. i blush. it's horrific. it was great to see so many people i never hang out with very much just because of scheduling conflicts. i may apply to be web editor for the void next semester. Steve was actually himself and not some monster playing mind games with me in the car on the way home and we took the LONG way because he said we hadn't been talking a lot this week (very true). it was nice.
i have a couple other good post-ideas on post-its on my desk. i will save them for later this week-end or next week. i need to get back to homework and researching. however, i would like to propose to you a new one sentence story. let me know which you prefer. the other was trying for something very different (more use of cliches and the like), but i think i like this one better. i am going to submit it because i actually told Shanti i would. I like Shanti. She's nice.

He barrelled through the red light into and over a crater of a pothole as i, sitting low on the beige-speckled backseat upholstery, bit my tongue.

i had every intention of developing a meaningful, articulate post during this afternoon's Roman Empire class. Unfortunately, Matthew is not here today, so my plans are shot. To explain the brief hiatus preceding in posts, i have been a little under the weather. i am recovering. i am also trying to accomodate a new schedule, but the faculty of Concordia's history department is meagre indeed. there are no classes offered on the years 1400-1700 in Europe during the fall. What the hell is that?
Anywho, i must continue with covering both our butts and taking notes for my usually so kind friend. how dare he not be here today? i missed Monday (slept 19 hours) so i can't criticize.
please note the addition of adsense in the navigation bar to your left. i have decided to begin a foray into modern marketing. ha.

Last night, in a dance studio converted into a pseudio-black box theatre, Director Ian Cutherbertson, with the help of assistant director Merav Fima and stage manager Katerina Sokryko, presented a stunningly intelligent and comical production of Mandragola (summary). The talents of all the actors (figured above in a picture of role call and from right-left) - Alex Ferko as Professor Nicia, Tassie King as Sostrata, Audrey Peek as Lucrezia, James Fothergill Brown as Friar Timoteo, Bryan Brazeau as Ligurio, Brad Share as Callimaco, Tara Dominguez as Woman in Church, Greg Bouchard as Siro, and Alex Carruthers as Poet - shone.
A light combination of physical humour, political philosophy and the occasional inside joke (with friends and family in the audience, what more was to be expected?) like a brief excerpt from The Pirates of Penzance, there was rarely more than a minute with at least a smirk. True to the original, but combining numerous translations, this presentation of one of the world's most infamous political theorist's creative productions was not only a joy but also consistent with the atmosphere of the Liberal Arts College.
To be admitted, there were a couple line flubs, "i will go now..." "but what will you do? "I will go now," but for an opening performance, the audience was given a surprisingly professional performance that would have made many a full-fledged theatre department proud. Particularly considering the meagre set (a bench) and costumes which detracted not at all from the viewer's ability to imagine a Florenting square.
Should you want to tickle your own fancy, i encourage you to be present at the last show this evening, 7pm, at Concordia's TJ builiding (3rd floor) on the corner of Terrebonne and West Broadway in NDG. This performance was one of many creative endeavours sponsored by Concordia's acclaimed Art Matters festival.

Every time i end up reading an article on sodomy for a history class, i find myself pondering the power-structure in all relationships. i feel pretty safe in affirming that our conception of sex as an expression of love is a creation of the 1950s, but nonetheless, we have co-opted a lot of the dialogues found in prior societies. Worth mentioning is that the proto-feminists (i.e. up until the 1960s) were more likely to advocate an asexuality for all than the liberation and consequent lesbianism we tend to equate with feminism now.
And what exactly does sodomy mean? Our own use of the term is not consistent with its prior application, which, yes, did include anal intercourse between BOTH homosexual and heterosexual partners, but also any form of non-procreative sex: masturbation, oral intercourse and any form of contraception was a form of sexual heresy. In fact, in many of the American states where sodomy was illegal these were the activities actually being outlawed, not just homosexual actions.
To move to a contemporary Canadian context in this discussion, the current Bill of Rights, though penned decades ago and, hence, nonetheless provocatively progressive, explicitly states that anal intercourse is illegal even between partners under the age of 18, no matter their respective genders.
I am inclined to think that we still perceive of the act as one of subjection of one partner to the will of the other - while clearly in current pornography, the "subjected" is depicted as finding the act pleasureful. In a society whereby we believe in the individual agency of all, do we still require a belief that, within limited contexts, subjection can be a good thing? and is the act really one of subjugation? i don't really know.
my own thoughts on the acts have little relevance to the conversation. i think, more importantly, this 'power-structure within a relationship' dialectic can help us determine just how much we deem sexuality to be defining of a person's personality - something an article i just read by Helmut Puff on the Priest and the Sodomite in the German Empire claims were not linked. other material i have come across also concurs. our perception of sexuality (i.e. object preference) as a determining factor in identity is a relatively new phenomenon. Sodomy was generally described as illicit acts and the term "sodomite" was one of defamation closely linked to heresy. I think it's sometimes constructive to debunk our supposedly timeless conception of sexuality.
Well, i guess that's enough academic mantra for one morning. i am going to go make myself some lunch and read about the crisis of the 3rd century in the Roman Empire before going off to the play. This may mean, lucky readers, that you will get a 2nd post today reviewing the performance. i know you are all a-twitter with delight.
i am considering submitting this blog to YULE blog. i should surf their blogroll first, however, before deciding whether or not it is an appropriate action. Note the more philosophical/analytical content of this entry - i am attempting to up the thoughtfulness again. We'll see how long that lasts.

The Void Magazine is requesting submissions for a one-sentence complex narrative on the theme of escape for their next issue. now i am incredibly intimidated by the staff of the void - they are all so quiet and articulate - so i would like to bounce this idea off a different audience before i really put myself out there, on the line to dry so to speak.
Running the red light, our car nose-dived into a "nid-d'autruche" and i watched the contents of my cup splatter like a Jackson Pollock.
I am kind of ambivalent. i like the integration of frenglish and a new simile, but i think it might be a little kitch. and the reference to Pollock, well, seems pretentious. I don't know when the deadline is, but i would like your thoughts or suggestions for other topics, should you feel the urge.
oh yeah, and in my endless surfing during Roman Empire, i came across an excellent article on blogging in the Financial Times. It argues that blogging is not a revolution of the media - i was pretty convinced before the article, but it argues it using some of the best blogs on the web. if you are at all interested in this sort of thing, you can check it out at this link.
Oh, and another random tidbit, mostly for Veronica because i don't know anyone else really into film that much, did you know about the website YouTube that posts shorts by amateurs. It's pretty awesome.

Some brilliant people obviously have too much time on their hands. Julie (see eveglass link in blogroll) posted this morning that Geoffrey Chaucer has A BLOG! It's awesome. Funny. Brilliant. Such a waste of time. Check it out here. I don't think i will be posting again today, off to see Steve and all after school and work, but i just couldn't let sharing this website pass me by. Have a great day all.

Ehlana was talking about Go Fug Yourself and this insane snickering at others has encouraged me to point and laugh at Bryan. I think most people who will read this at least know of Bryan, and if you don't, well you can revel in the nastiness of this comment.
According to my temporary Latin prof (Margaret is out of town right now), Apollo, despite being incredibly handsome, gifted with sight into the future and talented in song and music, could never manage to seduce a woman. HA! In fact, after many amorous attempts, Cassandra finally agreed to let Apollo kiss her - of course, she spit in his mouth and he condemned her to have the gift of prophecy, but no one would believe her. She saw not only the fall of Troy via the entry of the horse and the pulling down of the walls, but also her immanent murder by Clymenestra after Agamemnon brings her home. Interesting story on it's own, particularly chuckle worthy when applied to Bryan's romantic ideal, ability to cook (or bake according to Ehlana), sing, dance and generally woo a woman. I know this is a cruel engagement, but i felt the need to share. Sorry Bryan. I love you anyways. I don't think creating a parallel between you and Apollo is really THAT nasty. It is a compliment too (sort of).
I went to the Cardio Plus that i signed up for in early January and have only been to once because of blowing out my knee and midterms. It went well. I walked out on the last five minutes of ab exercises, mostly because i much prefer taking a shower in the locker room when there is no one else there. I dn't have horrible body hang-ups, but if i can avoid flagrant exhibitionism, i will. I didn't have to stop nor did i avoid anything except the intense jumping up and down to heavy metal for about a minute and a half. my knees started to hurt immediately so i thought it made sense to call it quits.
I was supposed to meet Sarah for coffee after, but it didn't pan out. Sadly. i hope we can meet soon. i enjoyed hanging out with her so much in florence.
last night i took one of my bi-weekly sojourns to the pharmacy. some cool stuff was on sale. i bought some la coupe version of frizz eaze because it was cheaper. i then proceeded to call Lisa, Veronica and Steve and write the postcards that i sent out this morning.
I had a "back to the past" moment last night. I fell asleep reading a photocopy of Bruni's Life of Dante. I was awakened by my Dad trying to extricate me from the knots i had made in my covers and turning of the bazillion lights i had left on. i don't know what time it was. all i know is that i thought it was weird until i realized i had fallen asleep and it must have been like 2 in the morning or something and my Mom was snoring (again).
Well, i think that's enough for now. I can still check emails, read the news, send text messages, and, who knows?, maybe even take a note or two about this ever-so-boring class.