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| ScheduleSince I'm not on AIM as constantly as I used to be (since I'm using my laptop to get on whenever I find campus hotspots or get home) and the ol' website is now a nonentity, I have to find a new permanent place to put my schedule for reference of those interested. Thusly, for your convenience:
Monday:
6:45-11:17 - Work (Rt 06 and 04)
11:30-12:20 - JAPN 302
12:40-1:30 - COMM 240
1:50-2:40 - MODL 289 (CHIN 101)
4:17-6:30ish - Work (Rt 04)
Tuesday:
6:30-10:02 - Work (Rt 26)
11:10-12:25 - ENGL 231
12:45-2:00 - COMM 468
1:50-2:40 - MODL 289 (CHIN 101) (yes, they overlap)
Wednesday:
6:45-9:49 - Work (Rt 06)
11:30-12:20 - JAPN 302
12:40-1:30 - COMM 240
1:50-2:40 - MODL 289 (CHIN 101)
4:17-6:30ish - Work (Rt 04)
Thursday:
6:00-10:00 - Work (Rt 22)
11:10-12:25 - ENGL 231
12:45-2:00 - COMM 468
1:50-2:40 - MODL 289 (CHIN 101) (yes, they still overlap)
Friday:
11:30-12:20 - JAPN 302
12:40-1:30 - COMM 240
1:50-2:40 - MODL 289 (CHIN 101)
4:00-6:30ish - Work (Rt 01)
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| Every morning, when the sun lies just beneath the horizon and englistens the thin, silvery sliver of a plume of a high-altitude jet plane, heading wherever, I find myself wishing I was on that plane, heading wherever.
I've got myself a case of acute Wanderlust.
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| Topical Grab BagTo the overly-cautious owner of the car whose alarm goes off several times a day:
"TURN THE SENSITIVITY DOWN A FEW NOTCHES"
Love, The Awesome Resident Living In #323
See, the thing's set so high, it likes to go off every time a particularly loud truck hauls down George Bush East. And in this truck-happy, muffler-hating town, a loud truck hauling by happens, well, EVERY FIVE MINUTES.
(During the writing of this entry, it has gone off thrice and beeped threateningly many times more)
Texas Tech beat the Aggie's mens basketball team, by one measly basket. My fury and frustration are palpable. I hate Tech more than I'm supposed to (as a good Aggie) hate Texas. Losing against Florida? Fine. Losing against Kansas? Fine. Losing against Texas? Well, okay, the girls team did that, that's not fine.
Wow, this year has seen an unprecedented level of interest in sports coming from my person. Sometimes I even catch myself watching games that don't involve the Ags.
Update From Previous Entries:
Still sick, but feeling better. I no longer request that random people kill me as an act of mercy. So if you've been trying to kill me with your brain, you can, y'know, stop.
I dropped one of my classes, that MGMT 209 one. That's too bad, cuz the prof hates Tech as much as I do. But I needed the breathing room (and the money that would have paid for the not-cheap book), and it was the best choice. I'm definitely not crying about it, like I would if I had to drop Japanese (nihongo!) or Chinese (zhōng wén!) or (surprisingly) my English lit class. The prof, Dr. Brooks, has very quickly grown on me, somehow managing to stimulate my interest in what would be a very dry subject in the hands of a lesser man.
Having spent more time in my Chinese class, I've determined that it is neither easier nor harder than Japanese. They are equally difficult, in wildly different ways.
Did you know that Chinese words vary wildly depending on how you pronounce them? Watch out what you call your mom ("mā"), you may end up calling her a horse ("mă"), or demanding that she scold you ("mà").
But Chinese has far fewer syllables and particles and a simpler grammar structure that's easier for my English-coded brain to take in. Less of a mouthful, but more of an exercise for your vocal range. Some of the other students are so stuck in their American accents that they simply can't make the distinction in their voices. With good reason, it's wierd.
But then there's the fact that written Chinese is composed entirely of what has been the bane of my Japanese language learning experience: kanji. That's going to be a massive pain. At least Japanese has a set alphabet/syllabary thing so you can straight up read it even without understanding. Chinese, you gotta know what the squigglies mean, or you're boned. So yes, if you ever heard that Chinese has over 2,000 "letters" in its "alphabet", they were more or less totally correct.
Agh, back to work. Zài jiàn, minna-san.
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| I'm dying. Slowly. Surely. I can feel it. I mean look at this stuff coming outta my nose. That's death juice, right?
Stupid cough turned into a stupid upper-respiratory gunkus. Turns out the cough was merely a herald for the forthcoming snotty apocalypse. Woke up this morning and felt like the Four Horsemen had traversed my head.
I was going to hit the rec this weekend, get me a habit goin' before the semester really kicked into gear. Not so much now.
Uggghhhh
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| Ni hao! Wo shi Ryan!
So I'm going to go insane this semester, if I haven't already.
I somehow managed to sign up for not one, but two writing intensive classes, one of which is 400-level, a seminar level class and will culminate in a 20-25 page research paper. The other one's just a zillion papers of varying sizes. Now, I only need to take one writing-intensive class to graduate, but for some reason, the 400-level ultra-required course doesn't officially count as writing intensive, despite Dr. Weber himself describing the course as "writing intensive". I'm seriously considering dropping one for later, provided I can find an open class to replace it, if only so I don't end the semester as a quivering empty shell of humanity.
Then there's the MGMT 200-level course that the prof warns us will be way hard. But the majority of those taking the class are doe-eyed freshmen and sophomores from weaksauce majors, so I'm sure such difficulty is relative. Still, with two writing-intensive courses, I could use more blow-off classes.
And for some crazy reason, I'm trying to get myself forced into a Chinese class (see first sentence regarding what we learned on the first day  ) If I don't get forced in, I still plan on auditing it, just because I've been wanting to take this class since I heard it was formed. AND I'm still taking Japanese, which I am still committed to learning. Geez, why do I insist on OD'ing on Asian languages?
Now, I can do all this, provided I have absolutely no fun for the entire semester.
Ugh. If I don't update in a long time, I snapped and get sent off to a padded room.
AND I'M SICK OF ALL THIS GORRAM COUGHING.
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