Rain!

Last night there was a small monsoon. I was walking toward the apartments from Chips, and as I got near the pool parking lot, I saw a huge flash of light (sort of like, but not quite as dramatic as ball lightning). At that point, I thought, Either that was lightning, or I'm gonna die! So I kept walking to Dustro's apartment, hoping it didn't start pouring on me. When I got there, I found out that we'd be going to Larsen to watch Sex and the City with Shoe Diva. I told him that we ought to drive, because it was gonna pour. We got to Larsen without so much as a drop, but then a little while after, it started pouring. I went back to my room, after having watched three episodes (during which I fell in love with a Russian), and my stuff was wet. So, much to my chagrin, I closed the windows, mopped up my mess, and went outside to take a couple of pictures of the monsoon.

As you can see, I did. And then I went to bed.

Last Monday

Today was the last Monday of my undergrad life, as far as classes go. I'm finishing up my last Monday hours* at Chips right now. I washed what was probably my last load of laundry to be done on campus today, due to the fact that I need more underwear and don't have quite enough money to buy more today. I talked to the verysmallRA last night and convinced her that her hair makes her look much more mature when it's curly, and also told her that despite the fact that she didn't marry Ali when she was 18 and in Egypt, she will still have beautiful Egyptian babies. We also decided that we must get together this summer, since she's working in DSM at Caribou. And that we should see an I-Cubs game and perhaps go to Adventureland.


I have pretty much nothing to do, unless you count the presentation I have to throw together for Linguistics, which is to be presented next Wednesday during our final time. Or the take-home portions of my anthro and Greek tests.

So apart from knitting and putting out a few friendship-fires due to end-of-semester stress, I've got nothing. I don't mean to flaunt it at those who have that nasty Really Big Project Build-up that tends to happen at the end of the year, and I do wish you the best. And I'm free if you need some time away from the last bits of your undergrad schoolwork. Like perhaps a coffee break that involves no coffee whatsoever.

* Unless I decide to make up some stylesheets for InDesign. I don't want the next production manager to be completely lost.

Opera and IMM

The opera rocked my face off last night. More correctly, Timmy rocked my face off. What a dirty character he got to play!

X-rated quickie: I also found out about an hour ago that May is International Masturbation Month, so go ahead and celebrate.

Friday things

I shall be seeing an opera* tonight with a dear knitting friend of mine. The show is Albert Herring, and it sounds rather random. Timmy's in it tonight, and he's playing Sid. I'm excited to see him perform. It's been a while, after all, since he was the Baker in "Into The Woods" in high school.

Also, apparently there's a dinosaur that was in the process of going veggie, much like I did last month. The illustration is smashing.

Anyhow, I'm out like bad fashion -- it's time for class.

* Opera is Latin for "works"; it is plural and neuter.

Stuffy

I used to believe that I was special, especially during the spring months. While everyone else would be suffering with the sniffles, sinus headaches, sneezing and the like, I'd be out, blissfully frolicking through fields of wildflowers and nemora [small groves of trees].

Alas, I have become one of the unlucky. I think that I, too, have developed allergies. I feel like I'm trying to think through a fog (and that's after I've taken my sinus headache drug), like I could sneeze at any moment, and (as I told my voice prof. on Tuesday) "like small invisible creatures were crawling up my nose". I think the latter is the best description at this point, with the fog coming in a close second.

But why do I have allergies? I blame the roommate. Never any fresh air in the room -- it's always stale and nasty-smelling. Small piles of her stuff everywhere, including the very large accumulation in front of her desk, which is right where I would step to get out of bed, of course. That is if there wasn't so much damn stuff there.

I will be fine, though. I'll just keep telling myself that we will graduate in three Sundays, which leaves a lot less time with the roommate.

Incidentally, Feliz Cinco de Mayo.

May day

Today is the first of May, and there were flurries. They look rather like Dippin' Dots, according to Chi.

And today marked the third time this semester that I have sent an email without the attachment that was supposed to be attached. It's all for the same class, of course. I also got to see Hitchhiker with T. BoJangles today, and I must say, it kind of rocked my face off.

A few notes:
Dustro, yes that was country music. It got louder after you left, as did the girl on the cell phone. Who talks on a cell phone in a computer lab?
Shoe Diva, thank you for worrying about my senior paper for me. You saved me a lot of trouble. :-)
TBoJ, thanks for accompanying me to the movie today. I had a fab time. [Psst! You owe me almost $20 now, but don't worry about it now. I know where you live.]

That's all, folks.