Faster, better, stronger.

So I miserably failed two more assignments from Fundamentals and scored mediocre on my OS test. But I managed to take time out of my Terrible Tuesday (just based on schedule) to give blood—in a record 8 minutes. Last time it was two bloody injections and twenty minutes once we got the needle settled.

There was no question about the iron, either—that blood sank wonderfully quickly. Unfortunately, I didn’t like my resting pulse, but I know that may be related to my lack of regular cardio work these days.

And my light-headed spell abated within about 30 seconds, which is significantly better than the five minutes I spent on the shower floor last night…

Ah, well. Off to work.

Bring your Spanish-speaking accent and read aloud.

The quote below is the awesomest piece of writing I’ve run across recently, and is courtesy of a professorial candidate that presented this afternoon. It has to be read as though it were completely Spanish, though, or it loses all effect (I may have left an accent mark off somewhere—don’t shoot me).

Rafael Pernett y Morales, Loma ardiente y vestida de sol

La noche cayó, y Macorina volvió del monte con Pito, justo a tiempo, just-a-time, para subir al autobús latino que volví a la ciudad… En el autobús latino se cantaba en español. En los autobuses chombos se cantaban calipsos con ukeleles y las mujeres decían que iban a los stiets to bai som clots bicos ai jav notin to put uen ai got to a pic mi buai. Y la vecina la decía que di las taim ai uen to di stiets ai brot a lot of fanci suts and den dei tel me ai uas a licu yonga, yu si, and di buais on di stit chout mi a lat, you si? (Pernett y Morales, 69).

If I could read it correctly (damned French…), I’d post a recording, but my current Contemp. Latin America professor happened to be the one that read it, and his face when he got to “que iban a los stiets to bai…” was just wonderful.

If someone (*nudge*, *nudge*, all my Spanish-speaking amis) is inclined to record a reading of this, I’d host it, because it’s all kinds of cool.

Then again, this could just be a case of “simple minds, simple pleasures”…

Ooh, ooh!

I now officially own my own pair(s) of chopsticks! Mother-dear sent me a care-package, containing mail and some cute clothing and a turtle calendar (!!!) and CHOPSTICKS.

Chopsticks are awesome. Bridget’s boyfriend eats popcorn with them, but I’m tempted to take them to the cafeteria and try to manhandle a salad with them. Soup probably wouldn’t work out so well, but a salad, yes.

(Now if I just need to convince Dr. 7 to cave and let us get Chinese food on Movie Nights… broccoli in garlic sauce… yum…)

Next quarter’s schedule

The schedule is here. Really… it’s not looking so bad. The long lab days are probably going to be stressful, and signing up for two credit hours of research has earned me eight hours a week of slave time, but I don’t have to get up for class/work at 08:00 on any day except for Wednesday, which means I officially have scheduled workout time. I also don’t have extracurriculars on Monday and Friday evenings, so I can unwind before homeworking or going out. Also nice is the “empty” time before Thorn on Wednesdays and Thursdays.

And it still is only 14 credit hours. I have supposedly good profs for all of the classes, so while things are going to be hella challenging, I shouldn’t be fighting bad professing and testing on top of that. And I still have ten hours a week of work, so the income levels won’t drop any further than they did when I quit my first job.

I am fairly optimistic for my academic survival, provided I can get ahead enough in A-chem and PLC over break. Should I find myself bored, I can always add an early-hour humanities class to the schedule or take back up my former job…

Not to be watched while eating.

Dr. 7 and I got together last night for a Petit Movie Night: a (theoretically) yummy dinner from Quiznos and a quick movie, in part because Dr. 7 is ill, and in part because my head was (and needed to remain) elsewhere: my programming projects and homework.

Why Quiznos was only theoretically yummy is related to what we watched. Pablo Francisco‘s “Bits and Pieces”. It’s difficult to enjoy cheddar broccoli soup and a honey mustard chicken sub when you’re laughing so hard you’re choking. I should have known better than to eat and watch comedy, but I wasn’t sure Dr. 7’s idea of funny would really match mine.

Actually, a correction: the soup really was good. I had eaten most of that before the routine got underway. The sandwich felt lodged in my chest for the remainder of the evening.

Francisco is too funny. Dr. 7 and I hurt ourselves, and I’m giggling in remembrance as I write this. We had to pause the DVD at least twice just to catch our breaths enough to continue, and finishing our food was a dangerous task. There was even a joke that was remarkably related to Elle’s latest (also hilarious) post, making me and Dr. 7 laugh even harder.

I felt vaguely sorry for Luke—in his room doing homework—who was stuck hearing my screaming and laughing (Dr. 7’s a quieter laugher) no matter how loud he turned up his stereo. And then Francisco told another joke and Luke was forgotten. He stopped in to catch a joke or two (which Dr. 7 and I found much funnier than he did) and to wave goodbye as he went out for his frat-house fun (*smirk*), but that was about it.

Francisco’s jokes were primarily sex-based, but were nowhere near as vulgar[/offensive?] as comedians like old-Eddie Murphy. Same for the race-related jokes. Sounds bland, but he did it amazingly well, like a non-whiny John Leguizamo. Some of that was an excellent choice in the “recurring joke” (that little tidbit that gets mentioned repeatedly thoughout a routine that can serve to tie things together into a cohesive show rather than a bunch of unassociated jokes). The next time someone harmlessly says “si”, I’m likely to fall out laughing seemingly at random.

The highlight of the routine (for me personally) was the Count Dracula joke. Complete with funny faces and counting and “ah, ah, ah”s and too much of a reminder of Michael and Chris. Too much. I “heart” a good Count imitation.

Francisco’s also very good with sounds (music beats in particular) and voices, although his repertoire may be too limited for repeated stand-up routines (I haven’t seen anything else by him, although Dr. 7 now has one (or two) of his audio CDs).

He’s active and animated without being wild, which is more how I’d describe Dane Cook (who we watched after Francisco; I took a nap…). Wild isn’t necessarily good in a stand-up comedian; it smacks of inexperience and discomfort/lack of material. Then again, some folks are just hyperactive. I tend to avoid them.

I was completely and utterly and wonderfully exhausted after watching Francisco. I don’t laugh that hard nearly often enough, and I was reminded (by all my coughing) of what a month off from running has done to my fitness level (as if I couldn’t tell from looking in the mirror). The elliptical machine just doesn’t get it.

Petit Movie Night was good. I was in bed at 23:00 (after an hour+ nap on Dr. 7’s couch) and I’d still had a shit-ton of fun.