night-o-fun

Last night I dropped by the home of the gnomes. Riana was performing a beautiful piece on her accordian as she stood next to the christmas tree. There was much joking and laughter as we enjoyed good friends, good music, and a sometimes out of control fire. A few topics of the night were: Where do carrot seeds come from? Have you seen this youtube video? Rum. Thought provoking art. Willy was also a hot topic even though he was right there and could hear every word we were saying. I feel like right here I need to insert a good quote or poem about friendship or the importance of gratitude but I don't have one in mind and I really don't have time to google one either so sufficeth to say, much joy is had when you're spending time with people you care about.

Why are they so small?

This morning on my way to work I heard a loud popping noise. I thought that it might have been my tire but I was going about 65 and my car didn't swerve or anything so I figured it must have been something else. When I started to slow down I knew that the popping noise had definitely come from my car. I parked in my teacher parking stall,(I'm pretty important) got out of my car and sure enough, my back right tire had blown. Luckily my rim was ok even though I had just been driving on it at 65 MPH. I didn't have time to worry about it right then so I just tried not to think about it till I got off. I went out after work and discovered that my spare tire wasn't only the size of a bike tire but it was almost flat. I found a teacher at the school that had an air pump and we filled it to the max. I got a few looks as I walked around the halls with a spare tire under my arm. I replaced the tire, which was easier than I remembered. I had a lady pull up next to me and ask If I needed help. I told her I was very capable of changing my own dang tire. I was nicer about it though, but seriously? She was a nice lady so I shouldn't say anything. Anyway, I think I was more scared driving around on that bike tire of a spare than I was about driving on my rims. Who the H invented spare tires?! Can't they at least make them look kind of like a real tire? I felt like an idiot driving around with that thing on my car! I felt like I needed to park it next to a dumpster or a large tree to hide its hideousness. I shouldn't talk so bad about the little guy, it's not his fault. So I'm calling on all automakers to reform. I know that we're in an economic crisis right now and that all the CEO's are begging for billions of dollars to keep their companies afloat but c'mon guys, how hard can it be to give spares the respect they deserve?

Rock Out

This morning started out by getting the closest free parking spot on the street by the TSC. It was great. It almost made me forget that I was coming to campus to take 3 finals. It didn't take long to remember though. I walked into my first final at 9:30 knowing that the next hour and half was not going to be pleasant. It wasn't. I don't think i've ever left a test knowing for a fact that I had failed it. I didn't even answer half of the questions. F. That's what I got. I guess that's what I get for not studying. But I had done the math and I knew which tests mattered. The next final went a little better. It was multiple choice and I felt pretty good about it. My last final was the one I was most worried about. It was worth 50% of my grade in the class. I had studied quite a bit for it. I went into it not really knowing what to expect. We had never had an in-class test. I sat down and the heaters were blazing, I was already pitting out pretty bad so that didn't help. The final was handed out and I hurriedly glanced over all 12 essay questions. I knew them all. It felt good. Despite the fact that I now have that syndrome in my hands from writing too much I am really happy. Rock Out.