It's A Hectic Life

Really. School, and other stuff, and more school. And no time. At least not to blog. I really actually don't have time right now, as I should be reading about the life of Percy Bysshe Shelley, but I'm having too much fun viewing my apps at the clear crispness of my new monitor (Sony G400 - 19"), which is a whole heckofalot better than my dying Sun. (GDM20D10 - it's not a bad monitor, except for the fact that the green gun went so everything had a nice fuscia tint to it. Ok on flowers, not on monitors.)

But anyhow. Yeah, I have two papers due Friday (for the same class, no less), which means I have a cartload of research, thinking, and writing to do. And the usual homework, darn it. I just remembered that. Ooh! I should be getting my car this weekend, though (no, that isn't really related, yes, I know), which will be nice. I'm looking forward to that, at least.

Ah, yes, the joys of College, eh? At least I have mostly awesome and generally pretty cool profs., which is a big plus. Loving it, really. Right, folks? Right.

It's Raining, It's Pouring

This morning I wished I were snoring
But I had to get up and go to class;
At least it wasn't *too* boring.

Had a test, actually, which wasn't bad at all, really. A bit windy on the point, and rainy, but not too awefull. Leftovers from Francis finishing off our summer, what. Feeling more like fall now, sweater and jeans type weather. Quite pleasant after the last couple days, which tended toward the humid-and-slightly-too-warm-for-comfort side of things.

So the weather's ok, just so it doesn't rain (too much) this weekend, we're going up to Papoose Pond (along with 160 or so other people from church) for the annual semi-official church camping weekend. And I get to drive up tomorrow night after Lit. class, yipee! Which reminds me, I need to get directions from Dad, I don't quite remember how to get there. Also need to type in some lyrics for Roger. However, I don't have a printer accessible from this machine at the moment. And the AP's printer has been finicky, so Rog might have to go yet another week without words. Ar. I _really_ need to try to find a motherboard for Snoopy, or fix it or something. It's a pain not being able to use the laser printer for anything at all.

Anyway. I should probably do some of my reading for Lit., or I'll be trying to cram it tomorrow, which isn't good for the digestion. Literary or figurative.

It's a Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood

'...A beeootiful day in the NAAAyborhoood....'

Blog posts do not do justice to Mr. Rogers. Yeah. Um, beautiful week, actually. A little humid at the beginning of the week, but it dried off and was gorgeously nice, sunny, warm, and breezy (at least down at school). So there. And I survived my first week of college with flying colors, too. (Everybody now! Sing with me! 'I`m lo-vin` it' (No, blog posts do not do justice to McDonald's (tm) ads either.....) ).

AAAAnyway. I have a three day weekend to do not a whole lof of homework, and it's supposed to be just as nice through the weekend as it has been. I dunno. 'What is perfect? Besides tomorrow. Ah, tomorrow. Because tomorrow is an endless possibility. And an endless possibility is the second-best thing to wake up next to.' (Thanks Gospel.)

I can't, however, unless I go to bed, and I think I shall because it's getting on it years.

What, School, Eh?

'`E'r you are.'
'I'm not dead!'
'Wot's at? `E says 'es not dead.'
'Yes `e is.'
'I'm not!'
'`E is too.'
'I think I'll go for a walk'
'No, you won't, you'll be stone dead in a moment.'

Ok, so I have no clue why I thought of that Monty Python routine. School is awesome. Really. I love the campus, I love my professors (except I don't know about my Lit. Prof. until Fri.), I love my classes so far, etc. I love sitting out by the lighthouse (in My Spot) for lunch and watching the harbor traffic, or sitting in my tree (which, it just occurred to me, might be worthy of a name) and watching boat traffic from a different angle and studying or whatever. Incidentally, did you know, that the breakwater out to Spring Point Light is built on a ledge, and that ships would sometimes go the wrong side of the lighthouse and go aground before the breakwater was built? I learned that at lunch from a passing harbor tour boat.

So anyhow, I'm enjoying myself quite a bit. Circuits class is pretty easy at the moment, and Government promises to be very interesting. Technical Graphics Standards should be fun, and I don't know about Lit. yet, but I'm optimistic. I'm lagging on some sleep, however, since I stayed up slightly later than intended last night due to an accidental nearly-really-bad-thing-happening putting a new hard drive in Wallace (my server). I deleted my entire /home directory, but luckily after I had copied it to it's new partition. So I just spent a little time juggling partitions and it's all mostly nice and spiffy now. Don't work on computers (critical stuff like swapping out drives and such) when you're too tired, it don't pay. You can't think straight. (It also took me until tonight to realize that the reason I couldn't mount my Dad's thumbdrive on my box was because I was trying to mount sdb1 instead of sda1. Duh. I don't _have_ any SCSI devices on this box....)

Anyway. Enough for today. So I'll leave you with the words of this sign, which, if heeded could be the end of all the problems Professors have. On one of the roads into campus, a board which reads 'Faculty and Staff only. No Students beyond this point.'