It is the second day of the second semester of classes at Mary Washington College. Despite the fact that the evil administration wants us to think we're at the University of Mary Washington, I did not apply to such a place, so I'm in denial about whether it even exists.

Anyway I have recently finished attending the third class of the semester (I need a "first whatever of the semester" or "of the year" so it'll sound more impressive)/first class of the day and all seems well. This is because none of the first three classes were Calculus which I am dreading horribly.

Thus far I have been to Principles of Microeconomics, General Psychology, and Advanced DAta Structures. Next I have Calculus I, and Research Methods.

Bah I don't feel like talking about school right now. I have a debate tournament comming up this Saturday and I just finished pulling my two ten-gallon tub/20 pound worth of paper _out_ of its neatly filed accordians. Now I get to put them all back in. Fortunately I have been abandoned here until 9-ish at night, so I can do that later.

Which reminds me that we are raising a guide dog (it reminds me because I've been abandonded because the dog has to go to a class in Tyson). I'm not sure how many of you (the three people who know about this) I've told, but we have a yellow lab whose future destiny is to lead blind people in front of on-coming cars. Unfortunately, as we discovered abotu a week ago, our dog is afraid of blind people.... -_-

We went to Philidelphia for 4 days over New Year's, and while we were there a blind person walked past us on the sidewalk and made the dog cower in fear. I think it's actually the cane she's afraid of, but still, what kind of guide dog is afraid of blind people.

She is a very sweet dog though, but she's bad enough that sometimes I wish we were getting rid of her sooner.

*mutter* I have to go find my Calculus class room now. Hopefully I'll post something more regularly, or perhaps more rapidly, since once a year qualifies as regular.

Be well,
Me

I wanted to have a neat little testimony type thing for my first blog post ever, but my eyelids are making clicking noises at me. I'll just type whatever random thing happens to pop into my head until I pass out on the keyboard.

Did you know that you only get four or five letters usually when you slam your forehead on the keyboard?
Observe: ui8j
I also managed to catch my nose and pinch it in my laptop's mouse buttons.

I watched Spiderman 2 today, which wasn't quite as good as the first one, in my opinion, but definitely worth watching. *bounce* I want to jump off of buildings and land on car roofs too.

Hmmm, I don't seem to be thinking anything at all, except for the little voices in my head (my other attention spans) that provide constant commentary for everything I do. They're not saying a whole lot, except that I'm tired and wasting my time typing random things. At least randomness is fun. Perhaps I shall reveal their names unto you at some future point if they allow it.

So is asthma. I had an attack out in the middle of some woods without an inhaler on the top of a hill. It was better than drugs (not that I've ever taken drugs of course... <_< >_>). My arms and legs got very cold and sweaty; I felt very giddy; my head was pulsing nicely; my legs felt similar to when I've spent a long time running and finally sat down; my vision was flashing and when it wasn't I could see all of the pretty purple and green dots that are usually associated with standing up too fast. All in all it was good times, except that I was dizzy and afraid I would pass out in the woods and my friends (who weighs all of 120 pounds) would have to try to drag me back out.

Anyway, I need to finish adding camp addresses to my address book so I can send out the notification that I have a shiny new blog thing.

God bless you all, and remember not to tip-toe.