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Day 191: Social quota...
Sep. 1st, 2005 01:41 pmYou'd think with all of the excitement of the first week I'd update more, but I don't. To comfort those of you who are familiar with my neurotic study tendencies (when I told him I had to study, Rowsdower echoed, "Study?" with shocking disdain), I am not being antisocial. I am, in fact, being very social. I hang out with people and talk to people and wander around campus with people and entertain teenage boys with my would-be Tekken skills. Classes are going all right.
On Tuesday Professor Jordan, who had back surgery on Friday, was hopped up on pain meds, so he was amusing, and his drawl was thicker than it was today. I have that class with some familiar faces from Franklin's class last semester, Misty the uber-liberal (whom I sat behind to stop her from going homicidal at people's stupidity) and Jeremy the uber-conservative. I think this class is going to be all right. I think Professor Jordan remembers me now, or has a better capacity for names than most Professors, because I spoke up in class today. I like to think I made some decent observations, though most of my efforts went toward making sure Misty didn't go into paroxysms of rage. She reminded me of Mom in church when little children are being extra noisy. Sometime I'm going to have to stop by the institute to pick up a copy of the May Ensign as its the textbook for our class. Cheapest one yet at a buck fifty. Maybe a walk over there will clear things up for me, because right now I'm strangely tired. Maybe not so strangely.
Last night Del, Josh and Nick (I'll explain more about them later) went with me to see Camelot. It was Del's idea that she sprung on us at dinner, but we all agreed, so after dinner we retreated to my room to waste time playing Tekken until the show started. We walked over together, got tickets and sat together. Josh was a little shocked to learn that it was a musical, but he liked it all right in the end. I think Nick was already a fan of musicals. We walked home together, and then Josh was nice enough to accompany me to Wal Mart in search of caffeinated beverages that work toward the aid of studying.
The play was fantastic, though. I'm not as familiar with Festival actors as Del is, but I enjoyed it just the same. I wasn't sure I liked Arthur's initial portrayal, because he rather seemed like a male bimbo, but at the end, his transformation to a mature ruler was well-done. I didn't like Guenever because she seemed to embody the stereotype of the manipulative woman who uses her charm and good looks to con men into doing stupid things - like die. I liked Lancelot at the beginning because he was such a tool and so full of himself (if you watch Fruits Basket, he was like Soma Ayame, so full of himself yet earnestly so), but at the end he was a little droopy. Mordred as a character was a foul little cockroach, but the actor who played him was absolutely fantastic. He had an awesome voice and his stage presence was just riveting. Okay, so he was a skinny brown-haired guy all in black and every now and then I wondered why Anakin had no light saber, but he was a truly fantastic actor. So evil. Evil guys are cool (in a morbidly fascinating sort of way).
All in all I'm doing all right. It seems I've dived straight into a full load of homework, but as Del is in one of my classes that offers lots of heavy reading we can work together (even if we're in different groups) and hang out. I spend as much time in her room as I spend in mine now that she lives so much closer.
I sharpened my homicidal glare on Keenan today. It's getting better.
Okay, so Josh and Nick. Josh is this very earnest, very sweet freshman from Moab who games with us. He hangs out with me a lot. We're sort of corrupting him, or at least introducing him to things he didn't do back home - gaming and watching musicals being just a few of them. I'll strong-arm him into watching Chicago and Phantom yet. He's a generally nice kid, a computer science major, and I like him. Nick is a little more...enigmatic. I avoid looking at him because he's, like, a foot and a half taller than me, and it sort of inspires neck cramps. Ouch. If anyone remembers Nick Armstrong from Crowhaven Road, that's Nick. Only without the motorcycle.
He's really handsome. Okay, so I usually like blonds. I think my track record of dating them is a little contradictory to that solemn affirmation. But hey, I can enjoy a good-looking guy. He seems smart enough. He's quiet, though. Not as quiet as Ryan cartboy whom I wondered was mute. But quiet all the same. He's a history major, although he and BenTen haven't managed to talk to each other yet. He games too, so maybe he'll play with us. Although perhaps BenTen is right about splitting us up. Our group is getting big. Having these young freshmen around makes me feel older than I am. On the other hand, I sort of feel like our weird crowd (dubbed "Scoobies" by Del) is sort of support network for weird kids who come from small-town Utah where weirdness is less accepted. After all, everyone must provide some sort of contribution to corruption.
Even if Tekken is a very small corruption.
I should attempt to study or something now, take a nap or take a walk. I think I'll attempt the walk before the nap.
Bye.
On Tuesday Professor Jordan, who had back surgery on Friday, was hopped up on pain meds, so he was amusing, and his drawl was thicker than it was today. I have that class with some familiar faces from Franklin's class last semester, Misty the uber-liberal (whom I sat behind to stop her from going homicidal at people's stupidity) and Jeremy the uber-conservative. I think this class is going to be all right. I think Professor Jordan remembers me now, or has a better capacity for names than most Professors, because I spoke up in class today. I like to think I made some decent observations, though most of my efforts went toward making sure Misty didn't go into paroxysms of rage. She reminded me of Mom in church when little children are being extra noisy. Sometime I'm going to have to stop by the institute to pick up a copy of the May Ensign as its the textbook for our class. Cheapest one yet at a buck fifty. Maybe a walk over there will clear things up for me, because right now I'm strangely tired. Maybe not so strangely.
Last night Del, Josh and Nick (I'll explain more about them later) went with me to see Camelot. It was Del's idea that she sprung on us at dinner, but we all agreed, so after dinner we retreated to my room to waste time playing Tekken until the show started. We walked over together, got tickets and sat together. Josh was a little shocked to learn that it was a musical, but he liked it all right in the end. I think Nick was already a fan of musicals. We walked home together, and then Josh was nice enough to accompany me to Wal Mart in search of caffeinated beverages that work toward the aid of studying.
The play was fantastic, though. I'm not as familiar with Festival actors as Del is, but I enjoyed it just the same. I wasn't sure I liked Arthur's initial portrayal, because he rather seemed like a male bimbo, but at the end, his transformation to a mature ruler was well-done. I didn't like Guenever because she seemed to embody the stereotype of the manipulative woman who uses her charm and good looks to con men into doing stupid things - like die. I liked Lancelot at the beginning because he was such a tool and so full of himself (if you watch Fruits Basket, he was like Soma Ayame, so full of himself yet earnestly so), but at the end he was a little droopy. Mordred as a character was a foul little cockroach, but the actor who played him was absolutely fantastic. He had an awesome voice and his stage presence was just riveting. Okay, so he was a skinny brown-haired guy all in black and every now and then I wondered why Anakin had no light saber, but he was a truly fantastic actor. So evil. Evil guys are cool (in a morbidly fascinating sort of way).
All in all I'm doing all right. It seems I've dived straight into a full load of homework, but as Del is in one of my classes that offers lots of heavy reading we can work together (even if we're in different groups) and hang out. I spend as much time in her room as I spend in mine now that she lives so much closer.
I sharpened my homicidal glare on Keenan today. It's getting better.
Okay, so Josh and Nick. Josh is this very earnest, very sweet freshman from Moab who games with us. He hangs out with me a lot. We're sort of corrupting him, or at least introducing him to things he didn't do back home - gaming and watching musicals being just a few of them. I'll strong-arm him into watching Chicago and Phantom yet. He's a generally nice kid, a computer science major, and I like him. Nick is a little more...enigmatic. I avoid looking at him because he's, like, a foot and a half taller than me, and it sort of inspires neck cramps. Ouch. If anyone remembers Nick Armstrong from Crowhaven Road, that's Nick. Only without the motorcycle.
He's really handsome. Okay, so I usually like blonds. I think my track record of dating them is a little contradictory to that solemn affirmation. But hey, I can enjoy a good-looking guy. He seems smart enough. He's quiet, though. Not as quiet as Ryan cartboy whom I wondered was mute. But quiet all the same. He's a history major, although he and BenTen haven't managed to talk to each other yet. He games too, so maybe he'll play with us. Although perhaps BenTen is right about splitting us up. Our group is getting big. Having these young freshmen around makes me feel older than I am. On the other hand, I sort of feel like our weird crowd (dubbed "Scoobies" by Del) is sort of support network for weird kids who come from small-town Utah where weirdness is less accepted. After all, everyone must provide some sort of contribution to corruption.
Even if Tekken is a very small corruption.
I should attempt to study or something now, take a nap or take a walk. I think I'll attempt the walk before the nap.
Bye.
