In Praise of Limestone

Whangee! I saw my degree audit, or whatever they call it here, a week or so ago, and it was kind of frightening, since I need a ton of classes to graduate. I think I may need to take 6 classes both of my last semesters - about 24 hours worth of classes. I still haven't transferred my Brandeis credits, which would make a difference. I need to get a lot of general requirements out of the way that I've never taken care of, math, science, other stuff. The feeling of being a senior this year is blunted by the fact that I still have two more semesters left after this one, not just one - that's sort of beat, but I like the delay before I have to start doing grad school stuff.

I'm starting to feel more committed towards trying to get into a business school, for what that's worth, once I graduate. Very odd thinking about living and working and all that in some sort of permanent career. Retiring as early as possible is my current career goal.

I'm taking Sailing right now for a gym requirement. Very entertaining, it's a nice area, there's a big lake to sail on (Cayuga). There's one girl in the class, who looks like a swimmer, and who (because of that) has absolutely gigantic, muscular thighs. Normal looking otherwise, gigantic thighs. Gigantic. Like telephone poles, but less woody.

I've been drinking less than I used to. I don't really have occasion. It's weird...it's been hard to get down to a liquor store, and the money just doesn't seem to show up at the right times. And by drinking less, I mean I've hardly been drinking at all... it's sort of a bitch. It makes food taste much, much better.

These Pro-peace kids on campus are fucking retarded.

WHANGEE!