Gotta Get A Hold Of Myself

I had what I hope to be the first class of my final semester at fake college today. I am, as you might imagine, ecstatic and entirely in fear for my life. I expect this coming summer to be boring as hell and tedious beyond belief. This is the schedule:

May 29 – June 5 Environmental Biology from 9:00am to 10:45am (Mon. - Thur.)

May 30 – July 25 Math 101 from 6:00pm to 9:15pm (Mon. & Wed.) : Essentially the math everybody took their senior year of high school, they call it math 101 because Math 99 apparently sounds pejorative. I receive no credit for said class and even passed my senior year of Math but still have to take it. But I’m not at all bitter…

July 9 – August 12 (I think) Intro to Human Communication 8:00am – 9:10 am (Mon. – Thur.): I hate the name of this class. It suggests that I’ve never been introduced and therefore know nothing about Human communication. I have been. While I may be unable to get a coherent sentence out every time, and my syntax can be arcane I have been “Introduced to Human Communication.” In fact we are so well acquainted that I’ve been using it as a tool to interact with people since the age of about 3! Anyway, it’s a speech class so I’ll have to brush up on my West Wing come Independence Day weekend, which strikes me as rather appropriate.

And with the same dates as the above class I’ll be taking Math 110 – College Mathematics from 9:30 to 10:45 (Mon. – Thur.) I have no problem taking this. Really, I don’t! Or I hope that by repeating this phrase over and over again I’ll make myself okay with it. God I hate Math…

So before all of this gets too hairy I need to finish my application to C.P. sometime this week, but hopefully by next fall I’ll be living it up in essentially the same position I’ve been in for the past two years or so only with a longer commute and more people to fight over parking spaces with. Honestly, I can’t wait!

In other news:

Shah is here! We’ve been going to bars and whatnot since he got here on Thursday last week and it has been amazing. I missed out on a bit of the weekend though as I slept late and was hung-over, then had family obligations to fulfill.

I saw both Pirates of the Caribbean 3 and 28 Weeks Later. I highly recommend both if you are in the mood for some mindless entertainment, especially 28 Weeks Later. Ha ha, get it? Zombies?

I’ll soon be switching jobs as I’m being replaced by someone who has, you know, qualifications and all. I’ve got my next thing pretty much lined up and I think it should actually be better, pay-wise anyway. I can’t seem to get a job in the field in which I’m passionate about and also can’t seem to get out of the investment region of the business world.

After seeing 28 Weeks Later I can’t seem to stop having dreams about Zombies. They aren’t that scary but they are quite vivid. They have also mainly revolved around me becoming a Zombie by the end of the dream right before I wake up. I seem strangely fine with it though- in the dream, that is. I have a sneaking suspicion this could mean something. I’d rather not open that door though, if you know what I mean.

Listening to this woman desperately try to page someone on the intercom system at work who is obviously out of the office. Its pretty funny.

Ain't That A Kick In The Head?

To recap the madness:

School is finished and grades are in (almost all of them anyway):
Biology: A
Music: A
Health: B (fuck that shit)
Philosophy: Still out

The birthday was good:
Elizabeth came up to surprise me on Wednesday!
Dinner with her and folks at French restaurant of my dreams.
Spiderman with Nando at The Uptown: kinda sucked but I think it was the constantly booing crowd.

St. Mary’s that weekend (which was the weekend before last) was nice. Bought booze for the first time, partied a little (nothing too out of hand surprisingly) and then back to DC for a day to finish one last thing at school.

Graduation and Senior week were fun. A little sad that I wont be going down there as much in the coming semester and all. Went to the Door. Crowded, watery beer, took for ever to get said beer. So I had a great time! The ceremony was very nice. The speaker (Steny Hoyer, the House Majority Leader) was succinct and nice although he was using song lyrics to make comparisons to his generation and ours in regards to social change. In that portion of the speech he quoted Dylan’s “Blowing In The Wind” for his and then “Waiting For The World To Change” by John Mayer for ours. I was mildly offended to say the least. Then he quoted Martina McBride saying that “if (we) have the chance to sit it out or dance (he) hoped that we would dance.” Riiiiiight. But it seemed sincere for a politician so I’ll just give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that his speechwriter is older than he is and therefore just as out of touch.

This week I’ll be working. I need to move all the amazing amount of stuff in my car to Elizabeth’s new apartment, buy books for school (which starts at the end of the month) and in general have no summer vacation to speak of. Hooray! Eh…I’d be bored otherwise.

Coughing Up Tweed

Things to do today:

1.) Take a bio test on taxonomy, evolution and ecology
2.) Review for Lab test on chickens and their development
3.) Review for Health test on drug abuse, alcoholism and violence prevention/safety (easy…)
4.) Review for Philosophy test on Hinduism, Islam, Daoism and Afro-centrism
5.) Give Presentation on Joy Division in Music History
6.) Wash my car
7.) Go spend Borders gift card on books by people named either Michel Foucault or Jacques Derrida
8.) Cash my pay check and pay my credit card bill
9.) Not go crazy…

Yeah, should be fun. Monkey-loads of fun. Actually I am looking forward to talking about Ian Curtis for eight minutes.