I just got thoroughly plundered on my first exam, and received a grade of 65% on a homework I spent probably four to six hours on. Sixty-five goddamn motherfucking percent.

I’m laying out the front page, and just realized that since my story fell through and I’m avoiding putting my name on the transcribed interview, all content was produced by the co-editors-in-chief. Well, I did the News Briefs. There’s something wrong in the way I’m running my section when no one in my section is doing the work… In other news, I got a big “hooray” at the idea of our school’s president paying attention to us (the newspaper) all because of the “wake-[the-fuck]-up” e-mail I sent him at the end of summer. Almost makes up for the fact that this issue of the paper has so little of my…

Obligatory Tuesday grumping here. What, you say it isn’t Tuesday anymore? Heh. Couldn’t tell it by my body’s clock right now. Since I’m weird and giggly and can be excused on the basis of temporary insanity (a goofy, ridiculous plea if I’ve ever heard one), I’d like to say hello to Luke’s grandmother, just in case she visits again. Good morning, Luke’s grandmother. Luke and I aren’t having sex. We aren’t dating or doing anything [much…] questionable at all. Just to clarify, since the question was apparently raised. (Please don’t kill me, Luke…) Bob our Curly-Q’d friend has big news and it’s an excuse for a very short attention span…

While I do get along and like my roommate, living with a roomie is a rather restrictive setup. Not bad, but restrictive. For instance, I can’t blare the same 12 Metallica songs on repeat all night while dancing, singing, and studying DISCO in my room under most circumstances. That would just be rude as hell. But no one is going to complain about the loud music in the Union at 01:00, because no one’s here. Nothing wrong with making DISCO fun, since I’m relying on an “ah-ha” at this point to get me through the test successfully.

So I’m sitting at my desk working probability problems when all of a sudden, a guy in my differential equations and discrete math classes comes running across the hall to my door. “Oh my god. You’re in DISCO, DE, and probability? You’re insane!” So I’m learning, guy. I’d mentioned in DE on Thursday or Friday that I was in “proba-damn-bility” (which the prof is famous for saying), and this guy didn’t make the connection until just now. Hehe. After confirming that I’m insane and disbelieving the notion that I don’t like all math, just Calculus/DE, he trudged back across the hall, still shaking his head.