Friday Five:
1) What was your favorite toy as a child? I played with Barbies a lot. I loved my Skipper doll. She was the old version that looked like a twelve-year-old, not the New Teen Skipper of a few years ago. I liked to do their hair, but it always wound up... well, wound up. All tangled and knotted.
2) What is your favorite toy now that you're "grown up"? I'm not grown up. I'm not ready to be a grown-up. I do love my computer, though. Oh, she's lovely, especially with this lovely UMD high-speed Internet.
3) What is the most dangerous toy you had growing up? I had a Hot Wheels Barbie Corvette. I guess you could call that dangerous. More dangerous than a kitchen set, at least.
4) What is the most dangerous toy you have now? My real car, Mindy. I call a two-ton metal box with an engine pretty dangerous.
5) What one toy do you wish you had/have? I wouldn't mind an Ipod, or any kind of digital music player, or a digital camera. I'm not going to ask for any of them, and I probably wouldn't even put them to good use, but it'd be cool. "Cool" equals "toy", right?
The traditional weekly recap follows.
Saturday: Homework. I wanted to go see the Satanic Mechanics do
Clue, but Greg wasn't back from visiting home early enough. I left him a note in my away message, meaning for him to come get me and then go to the Hoff. He misunderstood it as my wanting to meet him there, so he wound up going without me. I felt bad about missing him, but I wasn't about to walk halfway across campus at midnight alone.
Sunday: I was going to meet a girl from the UMD LJ for church, but she didn't feel well, so I went by myself. Afterward, Jimmy gave Maggie, Tom, Eric, and me a ride back to North Campus. Tom and I waited for Testudo waffles (yum!), then ate with some other floormates. Came back, did homework. That is so my life lately. Class, food, homework.
I'm just going to skip Monday, because I don't remember it at all.
Tuesday: I finished my laundry just barely in time. I was rushing, but I had an elevator-bonding moment with a fellow Tuesday morning launderer. I also got to wear warm socks straight from the dryer. Quite nifty. I managed to read up to the right section of
The Charterhouse of Parma for my lit class, so wasn't lost in discussion. I don't like that class. We blow through the novels so quickly, I don't feel like I really understand any of them. It almost makes me want Ms. Sim's dorky worksheets again. At least with those, I understood. I feel like, even when I manage to get through the reading (sometimes I only have two days for 200-300 pages), I don't understand what the novel means. And all this modernism/postmodernism stuff is way over my head. I hate theory. It didn't help that we discussed postmodernism in ARHU. I
sort of understand where he was going, but not really. I managed to speak up in discussion, finally. I didn't do the reading for my Honors seminar, but I got through class. Astro lab was horrid again. We did naked-eye observations this week, but it was even colder than last week with the telescopes. It's so unfair that the clearest nights are necessarily the coldest. I got a ride back, so I went to the Incon for food and shower gel. I studied, as usual, then went outside to start my independent astro lab.
Wednesday: I forgot my astro homework -- this time for discussion -- again! I was ticked off all during class, especially because zeroes are
not going to help my grade in that class. Workshop was fun. I invited Greg to Sign Language Club. He was late, but now he has far less negativity toward ASL. It is so not dumb. Then I watched the last fifteen minutes of
American Dreams before I studied. How could they move it to Wednesdays at 8? That's the
Smallville slot, and I already had to stop watching that in favor of SLC. And I don't even have a VCR anymore, so I couldn't tape it if I wanted to. Meg gave the shortest graduation speech I've ever heard of, but I still enjoy the show. The music is fabulous.
Thursday: After going to bed super-late (around 2:30), I slept in for about an hour. It was nice. Lit was not so nice. I never managed to finish the book, so I had absolutely nothing to say during discussion. But seriously, how am I supposed to read four hundred pages in a week, with all my other work? If this is what being an English (education) major is like, the rest of my college work is going suck a lot. Greg and I went to see
The Taming of the Shrew in CSPAC. We randomly wound up with tickets right next to Crazy Mike, which was nifty. That interpretation of the play was nice. The costuming was weird, and the ending was totally different, but I enjoyed it.
Today, I went to see Greg again after astro lecture. He watched
The Chronicles of Riddick; I wasn't really paying attention. He can have a turn choosing which movie to watch, but I don't have to like it. I did another Honors session for the Open House. It was much better this time -- the students (and parents...) actually had questions. And I got to have Sicilian pizza at South Campus: arguably the best dining hall food at UMD. I came back after that, got online, and sent my first e-buddy letters. And now I'm going to eat.
One more week to spring break. Then I can... start in on my spring break work. Bleh.
