Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

I guess I just don't have it in me to go on about my Fall Break and its extreme awesomeness, but let me just say I SAW BECKY AND JANEEA AND I LOVE THEM BOTH!

Oh, God, and apple picking with my family? Always an adventure. I love them all so very very much. For example:
Dad: *tries, and fails, to give directions*
Mom: Why are you such a fuckhead?

They've been married 30 years this May. That's all I'm saying.

Heh, and we went to see the geese (up near Middlebury somewhere), and it was one of Dad's Wild Goose Chases (TM) LITERALLY.*


What else's been up? Ummmm...

Oh, in Psych we learned about this researcher from JOHNS HOPKINS who lost his professorship-ness because he used unethical methods, and also because he left his wife for his research assistant who he later married. (What a legacy your school has Hannah, what a legacy.)



That's all I have the energy for right now. It's time for bed because I have a big philosophy test in the morning. Oh joy, oh rapture.





*I'm going to assume, since you all didn't grow up with my father, that none of you get this. So let me explain. All the time when we were younger, my dad would hear about a place/event/waterfall/building that he thought we should all go see. So we would plan, or sometimes improv, these car trips to wherever he had in mind. Only, my dad has pretty much no sense of direction, and is usually in the wrong lane, literally and metaphorically. So we would always end up driving around for hours, having no idea where we were or how to get to where we wanted to be, but we would somehow always end up there eventually/miraculously. And these outings came to be know as Dad's Wild Goose Chases. And we went to see geese. Get it now?

Did I ever tell you guys that Lex Luthor and Tom Sawyer are in my Chem class? I meant to.

Seriously, there's a kid in my Chem class who's name is Thomas Sawyer. No joke. And the other one's name... well ok, I don't know his full name, but they call him Lex.

Also, on that Supermanish note, we talked about the element Krypton yesterday, and Professor Findley was like "This element does no harm to Superman, and is not green." And I was like, "Dude, that's kryptonite. Krypton is the home planet of Superman, and it blew up, so for all you know the element Krypton (which is a gas) could be the vaporized form of what's left of it." (Matt, you would have been proud.)

And then I almost killed him because he can't explain shit and the only reason I have any idea what's going on in that class is because I still remember the information from when Mr. Lopes taught it to me FOUR YEARS AGO. Cause he's awesome.

Conclusion: I am smarter (or at least better at verbalizing concepts) than my Chem teacher. I was thiclose to standing up and being like, "Get out of the way I'm going to teach this because I can do it better than you." (Which would have gone over real well, I'm sure.)

HE FORGOT A DIATOMIC. AND I HAD TO POINT IT OUT. AND IT WAS HYDROGEN. FUCKING HYDROGEN!!! THE FIRST ELEMENT ON THE PERIODIC TABLE. HOW DO YOU DO FORGET HYDROGEN?!?!?!!!???!!

That class bothers me. He probably thinks I'm dumb too, because every time he leaves out something I think he should have said I ask the really stupid/simple question necessary to make him say it, for the benefit of the rest of the class. I was explaining to the kid behind me (Lex) why the electron doesn't figure into a mass calculation of an element, because Professor Findley couldn't be bothered.

Really bothers me.


But in Psych we watched an interview with this guy who's hair was a cross between a white man afro and a mullet. And it was going grey too. I could not stop laughing, and the rest of the class was looking at me like "What's your problem?"

Hahahahahaha!

My first day of classes is over, and my room is mostly decorated. YAY COLLEGE!


So let's see...


Lex Luthor and Tom Sawyer are in my Chem class.

My Philosophy teacher is in a wheelchair. It's not that I mind, but let's be honest. I've never seen/had a teacher in a wheelchair. The whole class got silent when he rolled in, you can only see his head and sholders over the table in the front, and he can barely reach the blackboard. It's weird. It's not really a problem, it's just...new. (And I'm not going to pretend that I wasn't a little irritated by not being able to see what he was writing on the board just because of political correctness. I'm sure I'll adapt, but it was weird.)

I spent over $400 on books today and I just can't believe it. There's got to be another way.


In happoer news, my room has a Star Wars Wall, a Chicago Wall, a Johnny Depp section, a Sesshomaru section, and hundreds of other little random things. I LOVE IT.

I really heart decorating. I couldn't concentrate on my Psych homework cause I wanted to DECORATE MORE!!!


Finally, in Ecology tomorrow I get to go outside and count ant nests. While I'm not exactly ants' biggest fan, I GET TO GO OUTSIDE. (And this is foreshadowing that to come. We go outside in lab and play with things. YAY!)


Ok, I have to go to some asinine meeting now. Adios!