1.) My dad fixed the infamous "O" key! It's awesome to type again and not have to worry about perfect placement of the certain finger.
2.) 
Make Me Happy: January 2005 Archives
But of course I can't neglect telling you.
laura says [01/10/05, 01:43AM] : getting out of bed is hard to do.
On Thursday, I went to my other classes: Music of Latin America and Search. Music hasn't struck me as anything too awesome yet. Prof. Watkins gets really excited, but it wasn't very contagious (and we listened to hardly any music!) The upside is that I was in band for 7 years and I know most of the musical vocabulary (except some of the words that have to do with vocal styling), and that Olivia and Naughty Northern Dan are in the class with me. Search is how Search always was, except some different people and the course pack hasn't come in yet so he cancelled our Kant reading and gave us a semi-lame writing assignment. PLUS, he's going to make us write a SUMMARY-OUTLINE for EVERY DAY'S READING. ARGH! Significantly less fun.
Friday, I went to more classes. Spanish was better since I sat in the front and couldn't see the "Cool Guys". Econ was fine since I understand slope equations and budgets. But Astronomy. Oh, Astronomy, that hath captured this heart o' mine!!
I accidentally wandered into FJC instead of FJA and sat there for a few minutes before Prof. Jiang (from China) began lecturing on Elementary Probability and Statistics; then I got up and left, realizing I was on the wrong side. I sat in the back in FJA because it was the only seat open, and within 5 minutes, was kicking myself for not getting there earlier because I just wanted to be closer to the front, where the pictures and Prof. White were located. He had such enthusiasm and this time it was contagious. He started by announcing, "If you are here and you aren't just floored by the fact that you exist, I think you should leave, because I am constantly shocked and pleasantly surprised every day that I do exist!"
Then he showed us Saturn and telling us how it didn't always have rings ("Come back in 700 million years and they won't be there anymore--you know why? Because they're little crushed-up moonlets orbiting the planet, and eventually they'll be sucked down into the atmosphere") and I remembered my and every other little kid's fascination with the planets.
Then he showed us the Cat's Eye nebula and told us that this is what will eventually happen to our sun ("Not with a huge explosion, but more just like a *sigh*--it'll leave just a tiny white dwarf in the middle.")
Even though we think our solar system is big place, it's not. Our sun is just one star in a couple billion that make up our galaxy, and how the last time we were at this position with reference to the center of our galaxy (24,000 light years away from the sun) was 200-230 million years ago ("dinosaurs were just starting to get a little bit bigger and a little bit nastier.")
Then he told us how sometimes galaxies collide and how our Milky Way galaxy is bound to collide with the Andromeda galaxy in about 90 billion years or some absurd amount of time in the future. That seemed to alarm some of the people in the class, but all I could think was, "In 90 billion years, we will so be out of here--one way or another." And the reassuring smile on Prof. White's face seemed to reinforce it.
So I'm basically totally psyched out of my mind about this class. Woo-hoo! (Not so much about lab, but I guess it comes with the territory. Maybe we'll get to see cool things like Gomez's Hamburger or the Eskimo Nebula, though I doubt it.)
When I'm having a stomach ache and lying on the floor, wearing your robe over my clothes, I stick my foot in the air and you smile at it, and then me.
When I mean to tell you that you're good for me and sleepily say something along the lines of "You're like vegetables that taste good", you only laugh kindly and kiss me.
When you fall asleep with one arm around me (meanwhile I'm falling asleep against my will), and upon waking, you snuggle me close and say, "I like you."
I like you, too. And you are like vegetables that taste good.
Yesterday afternoon, my dad ushered Rosco (aka Bosky/Snorty/Chubs) into my room while he ate some lunch. The old pup settled into a nap pretty quickly, and he started snoring as is his normal style. He woke up, later.
This picture of Rufus Wainwright comes from Spin magazine, along with a somewhat disparaging review of his Want Two album. I think some of us will find it amusing. It's okay to laugh, even if you think he's hot.
