More fun than a pipe and a glass of scotch

Gotta get myself to water

2004-01-10 | 6:22 p.m.

Thursday was a good day, what with the calc being good times and the spanish being easy times. Comp Logic & Architecture was not in that category, but the project we're doing now is something new nonetheless, and, as such, interesting.

Friday was an all right day; Brit Lit is a good class overall, much fun being had in it. AP Enviro was not fun, but could have been a lot worse. I have decided to stop caring about the tests and just finish them as fast as possible. The last time I did this, I set the curve for the class, so BOO YAH. Then there was more band humiliation and AP euro, where i sat silently during a child labor debate.

Of course, more TNT ensued, with me frantically rushing to protect the final spawn point in BF1942. Then there was much uneventful "hanging out" which culminated in eating pizza. Woo. Went home, sat around, did polish school work, found out some crappy news about studniowka, etc.

This morning I managed to write a short essay on natural resources used for electric energy in Poland in a matter of 15 minutes; I also learned of A LOT OF CRAPPY WORK i will have to be doing for polish school, as in a 5-15 page essay on Leopold Staff (none of you know anyway, so whatever), a 5-10 page essay on DERIVATIVES (yes, there's a math portion of the final exam dealie in polish high schools) and a 5 page essay on... well, I haven't decided, but it's something vaguely geographical.

I learned the Polonaise today, which was interesting, but not at all intriguing. My partner in the dance was a random ninth-grader named Karolina (somehow, at anything vaguely polish, I get paired with a Karolina for no reason whatsoever) and so I made a complete ass of myself, not wanting to be there in the first place. Fact: when you're the second-tallest person in the class, dancing under people is hard. Yes, dancing under people. Ask if you need to know, but it's not fantastically funny or anything.

Dancing a 200-year-old dance gave me delusions of 18th-century military men in uniform, dancing with their ladies; the ladies wearing hoop skirts, their hair ridiculously built up, as was the style at the time. Thusly I managed to pass quite a long period of time, and 'twas fantastic. On the bus ride home, I got to thinking about the secret life of the man whose voice you always hear on the computerized messages about the next stop on the buses and trains. Where does he live; a villa or a run-down shack? Is that his manner of speech in everyday life? Do people make fun of him on the street when they hear him helping people out with bus routes? Is he cheery or bitter about his experiences? Is he married? We will never know... I salute you, brave CTA voiceover man.

Thusly ends the disjointed ranting of Karl, for I do seem to be running out of things to say.

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	Gotta get myself to water 2004-01-10 \| 6:22 p.m. Thursday was a good day, what with the calc being good times and the spanish being easy times. Comp Logic & Architecture was not in that category, but the project we're doing now is something new nonetheless, and, as such, interesting. Friday was an all right day; Brit Lit is a good class overall, much fun being had in it. AP Enviro was not fun, but could have been a lot worse. I have decided to stop caring about the tests and just finish them as fast as possible. The last time I did this, I set the curve for the class, so BOO YAH. Then there was more band humiliation and AP euro, where i sat silently during a child labor debate. Of course, more TNT ensued, with me frantically rushing to protect the final spawn point in BF1942. Then there was much uneventful "hanging out" which culminated in eating pizza. Woo. Went home, sat around, did polish school work, found out some crappy news about studniowka, etc. This morning I managed to write a short essay on natural resources used for electric energy in Poland in a matter of 15 minutes; I also learned of A LOT OF CRAPPY WORK i will have to be doing for polish school, as in a 5-15 page essay on Leopold Staff (none of you know anyway, so whatever), a 5-10 page essay on DERIVATIVES (yes, there's a math portion of the final exam dealie in polish high schools) and a 5 page essay on... well, I haven't decided, but it's something vaguely geographical. I learned the Polonaise today, which was interesting, but not at all intriguing. My partner in the dance was a random ninth-grader named Karolina (somehow, at anything vaguely polish, I get paired with a Karolina for no reason whatsoever) and so I made a complete ass of myself, not wanting to be there in the first place. Fact: when you're the second-tallest person in the class, dancing under people is hard. Yes, dancing under people. Ask if you need to know, but it's not fantastically funny or anything. Dancing a 200-year-old dance gave me delusions of 18th-century military men in uniform, dancing with their ladies; the ladies wearing hoop skirts, their hair ridiculously built up, as was the style at the time. Thusly I managed to pass quite a long period of time, and 'twas fantastic. On the bus ride home, I got to thinking about the secret life of the man whose voice you always hear on the computerized messages about the next stop on the buses and trains. Where does he live; a villa or a run-down shack? Is that his manner of speech in everyday life? Do people make fun of him on the street when they hear him helping people out with bus routes? Is he cheery or bitter about his experiences? Is he married? We will never know... I salute you, brave CTA voiceover man. Thusly ends the disjointed ranting of Karl, for I do seem to be running out of things to say. Yesterday's news \| Tomorrow's headlines