So I’m done with my finals. I think I did pretty well on my math final. However, on the essay question for geology by a really had no idea what I was writing. But I draw diagrams. Diagrams! That should get me at least some points.

I totally aced all of the multiple-choice questions… so I think I will get a B at least. He posted our lab grades and I got a B in lab. Which is not too shabby.

He gave us back all of the photos that he took of us over the year, and some of them were pretty cool. I totally forgot this one was taken, but it’s (left to right) Nappy, this one guy that ran track; me; Ronda, this cool girl that I had so much fun with on the trip; and Matt, the guy that I was undressing with my eyes all semester. From this picture he looks terrible, but he has the sexiest voice you’ve ever heard.

And then the group picture. I thought that I would hate all of these douchebags after the class was over, but I miss everyone terribly.

It’s very close to the amount of bonding that happened in my speech class. Anyway, it’s all over now. I must forge ahead.

I hated everyone in my math class unequivocally. I’m not sure why. I think the main reason went by the name of Andrew Rutherford. HE WOULD NOT SHUT THE FUCK UP ALL CLASS LONG.

I swear to God.

“I learned this one way… where we take the X… and then like… do it.”

NO. THAT IS NOT A FACTORING TECHNIQUE. THAT IS NOT EVEN A SENTENCE!!!!!!

So I’m praying that he’s not in the next semester. Which of course he will be. I got an A or a B in that class… I guess that’s all I should care about.

During my break between finals I had about three hours to waste, so I drove over to the T-Mobile store on Madison and played with the BlackBerry Curve for a while. I don’t know why, but the guy gave me this shocked look when I told him that Windows Mobile sucks ass. I guess I should have left out the “ass” part. But it was the store’s BlackBerry guy, so it shouldn’t have been such a big surprise. I thought that was kind of strange, but was totally unprepared for the next bit of strangeness.

I was asking him a lot of very technical questions about the underpinnings of the BlackBerry operating system, and he answered them… but you know those cell phone salesman, they will lie to you right up and down. I treat it as my own personal mission to get cell phone sales people to lie straight to my face just to see who is trustworthy and who isn’t. The jury’s still out on him… I haven’t done the research yet. I mostly just wanted to play with the phone more.

So after that I thought I would take a spin over to the Target a block or two down and try to find those elusive LED Christmas lights I want more of. However, as I was driving over, I entered the turn lane behind this guy on one of those fast Japanese sports bikes. It kind of weird when you’re right next to someone and you’re both on motorcycles, so I just stayed about half of a car length behind him. So the light turns green and we all kind of full-throttle it into the Target parking lot. I mean, it must have seemed like I was following him… but let’s face it… we were both going to Target. So I park and walk up to the front entrance.

Helmet on, idling, between the concrete stanchions and the entrance doors, THERE HE IS. He revvs the engine and drives it past me, looking me straight in the eye. I was too confused to even react…a million possible explanations flashed through my mind. But he drove away and was gone. But for a moment there — for one pregnant pause — it was time for me to draw my katana and for us to have some kind of Snow Crash meets Akira battle to the death in front of Target on this drizzly December day.

So of course I immediately called Patrick: “GIRL you will not just BELIEVE what just happened.” I told him the story and he laughed and told me he would call me back. Which he never did. But still. I was like a second away from having my life turned into a movie. Which, when I think about it, is actually pretty damn awesome. We were talking on the phone about how long an epic battle actually lasts. 20 minutes? 45 minutes? Five minutes? I need to know these things.

Either I have a fever or my grandma has the heat on the “surface of the Sun” setting again… both are likely. It’s been a week and three days since my exposure to the MRSA, and quite frankly, I’m very pissed off about the whole affair. Things like this that underscore the fact that I am totally without any sort of health care. What if I really did get this thing? I would have to go to the hospital and they would send me a bill for like $5,000.

[UPDATE: I'm feeling fine, even though my nose has been running nonstop since October.]

Being an American sucks.

I worked on another one of my paintings tonight. I thought it was going to look really awesome, but the actual thing ended up looking less than stellar. It wasn’t the look and was going for, but maybe I will grow to like it. I tried to take a picture of it, but my yellow walls make pictures turn out all fucked up.

I have work tomorrow and it’s probably going to be raining like crazy again. It’s supposed to rain all week. Which normally I wouldn’t care about, but you have to have a death wish to drive any two-wheeled vehicle in the rain. So it’s the bus for me. Hell, at least I’ll get some hardcore reading done.

Well, I’m going to make some tea and watch The Happiness of the Katakuris. Back when Adrian and I were dating, everyone that we knew had that movie in their MySpace “movies” box and we put it in ours even though we’d never seen it as a kind of inside joke. So I’m going to watch it. And it won’t be a joke any more.

I also got In The Company of Men, which I’d seen before but wanted to watch again. It is a fucking amazing movie. Go rent it!