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So, I got a C+ on my calculus midterm. On one hand, I was happy I didn’t fail. On the other hand, it’s a C+. With a curve. Without one, I would’ve failed. But these are not the kinds of things I want to read about when I inevitably abandon this blog for years and years only to return on my laptop during a nuclear holocaust because there’s going to be nothing else to do in my bomb shelter except open cans of peas and sweet corn. I haven’t quite come to terms yet, but all the wonderful Voices of Reason around me say that basically

• it’s your first midterm!
• so, don’t worry
• you’re going to be okay
• just study hard for the next one
• and you’ll be fine

And it means a lot to me, even if they don’t really mean it. But I think they do. Midterm season has given me a great opportunity to hone my punning skills, which have gotten somewhat rusty.

1. I just got midterminated, but I’ll be bachhhh.
2. I’m suffering from a midterminal disease.

That’s all so far, but those are pretty good, right? …Right? I NEED YOUR AFFIRMATION. LOVE MEEEEEE.

I have this sheet (two shetes stapled together, actually) of Dwight quotes in 12pt Times New Roman that I printed out last year with my illegal copy of Microsoft Word 2003. (More suspicious keyword search referrals? [I really like parenthetical asides. I don't know if that's how you spell parenthetical. Dictionary.com tells me it's right, so I'll believe it is so. Uh oh, I should get to class now.]) I found it in my backpack today after class. It made me feel all right. Those quotes always seem to pop up in the strangest places when I’m feeling a little down in da dumps.

First rule in roadside beet sales: put the most attractive beets on top. The ones that make you pull the car over and go, “Wow, I need this beet right now.” Those are the money beets.

There’s nothing on my horizon except everything. Everything is on my horizon.

hardly strictly bluegrass

I’m excited. The last show I went to was Summer Thing. In GGP. Free. Deja vu! But first, midterms. Not so much. It’s weird having to think about math 5 days a week, like before. Wait, 4. Berkeley weather is schizo, but I shouldn’t be surprised because I hail from the Land of 4 Seasons in a Day. Land Before Time?! Dude, it’s so cool how you can make this text input box bigger. I heart WordPress. I also heart four-hour conversations (7:00 – 11:00, specifically) on the bench outside, in the dark, in the cold, in front of the building about

• calculus now and how it’s so inferior to the calculus of days past
• illegal file-sharing, serials, cracks (let the search keywords pour in)
• race and politics
• THOMAS!

I usually shy away fron talking about politics because my insight on current events and the complexities of political issues could be better. Will be better! I wrote about this on LiveJournal many months ago. Life is bland and boring when you don’t have an opinion, unfulfilling when you don’t take advantage of your right to have one. Stand for nothing, fall for anything. I’ve never really reflected on the kind of life I want to have outside of possible career options (see: professional speedwalker), but I know that it’ll be a waste if I don’t do something meaningful. What is meaningful? What is this, Seminar II?

[Interrupted by laundry-folding.]