batconnie's Journal: Speaking "Indian" & other disappointments

Hmmm...my friend Mick was writing about his sister's retort of she refusing to speak "indian." Now whatever the hell that really means or is, I'm sure that later on in the future she will regret it. It appears that there is some bias in the grading of our midterms. Everyone averaged about a 2, except for a girl who took the man's class and recieved a 3, who's essay was not very good or readable in my standards. Anyway, I'm over it. I took it all out on video games. I have been extremely tired these past couple of days. I dont' know why, but I have been going to bed early and that has been helping some. I think I just need one of those weekends only dedicated to sleep. I haven't looked into paying my fine for the library, but I'm sure that I owe like $5.00 or something. Stupid university library, doesn't remind me. Okay, yeah it was partially my fault. But that's not the point! Sitting in the florcent glow of the lights in the lab, I desperately want Boba Tea and long to visit people in DC. But, alas, no money, no nothing. I have to wait until the Spring to do such things. Speaking of which, I met the most wonderful woman yesterday. Her name was Ms. Simpcen. She reminded a lot of Bruce and even sat the same way. She had wonderful stories to tell of her in the Peacecorps in Africa and her family in Jersey. It was so nice. The only difference was she didn't do that finger pointing thing that he is so fond of doing. We went to see the Vega String Quartet last night. It was wonderful. They played four beautiful songs (or at least my favorites). "Por Una Cabeza," "Op. 76, No. 2, in F Major" by Haydn, & a Chinese folk tune that's a love song, and another Chinese tune called, "Beautiful Night." Which is was indeed and they were wonderful. If one ever gets a chance to see them in concert, please do, they are wonderful musicians and people. That's about all on my updates for now unless something terriably exciting happens tomorrow. Which would be nice. Later days.