Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness.-George Orwell(I originally wrote a post for this last week that I was going to put up this weekend plus Friday's, but I grabbed the wrong notebook, the one that didn't have my list of GIF's and where they came from, not to mention the entry, so I'm going to have to wing it here this weekend and try to put it in from memory. Any pictures in here are from my memory, so if any are put on here that need a link to the site they came from, I apologize now, and they ARE linked on any other pages here, I swear.)
I love summer school! Well, not necessarily my classes, but other than that, things are going great. My roommates are lovely (check my friends page for more on them), and we're all into togetherness, which is really cool. We go to meals together (even breakfast lately. Me going to breakfast is amazing in itself!), hang out together- it's been a lot of fun. Heck, I didn't want to go home (as much anyway) because they were going to be doing stuff this weekend. The RA here is going to have field trips on the weekend, hopefully to S.F. clubs- which Taquoa and Ami are also looking forward to. In short, time out of classes has been fun. So fun I haven't been getting to doing my page like I should be. Which is why I haven't been getting things done here- sorry. (I've noticed that when I'm doing good in life, I don't feel like writing so much. Weird, huh? So if I'm not updating so much, that's why.)
As for my classes . . . well, the verdict's not out yet on design yet. Happily the class is on design media (paints, pens, pencils kind of media) and not photography! 
On the other hand, I had to spend beaucoup d'argent (that's "lots of money" in French) on supplies that I don't understand, and they frighten me. So far all we did in class was this very complicated line drawing with very smeary pens- drove me and the girl in front of me (we were griping about it) nuts! We'll see how this one goes, anyway.
As for art history . . . this appears to be another one of those classes (like sociology) that takes an interesting subject and makes it as boring as possible. I'm admiring the paintings, but damn, it gets boring to try figuring out what to write (this isn't too clear) for 2 1/2 hours. The professor also spells too fast for me to write down all the painters' names, and won't slow down when asked ("look in your textbook"- we don't have them yet). He threw a fit that most of us signed up for early discussion and forced us to go to the late one one day and early the other. I'm more interested in the discussion than the lectures.
It took me a while to get the Internet up and running here- first school had to hook up the phone, then (as it turned out) my uncle had plugged in the modem wrong. I thought that it wasn't working because of the phone, and I mentioned that to the cute guy working the front desk when we went to ask about the phone service. He offered to come up and fix it. He was pretty friendly (but not schmoozing like Mr. Magazine and Mr. Juggler), and for a while I was wondering if there was something going there (in this case it would actually be a bit mutual- I saw fling potential here). But since I couldn't tell (like I said, no obvious schmoozing bs), I concluded that it was just my imagination. Haven't seen him too much since, and I don't know how I'd make things progress there anyway, since I'm incapable of flirting and schmoozing. While I hate the Rules Girls, I do have to agree with them on the point that if they're not interested in you, you can't get anywhere with them. If a guy I lust after isn't into it, then why bother?
One more thing I forgot to mention: I saw this chick on television last week that was holding a wedding for herself, sans groom. Frankly, I thought that was an awesome idea: Get the dress, the party, etc, and have a good time. Not to mention the obvious one of being able to answer the question of "When are you going to get married?" Hey, wouldn't it be cool to be able to do what you want for your wedding without having to put up with crap from the groom and family? Reminds me of something on Breakup Girl about how some people plan every bit of their wedding and are just waiting for the groom to show up and fill in the empty spot. Beats that guy from the Mall of America, anyway. I was really liking that one, until I found out that the bride already had a fiance. Now I don't really get it.
Anyone wondering why am I on this bridal kick? (Me too!) Well, ever since Ron and Laurie's wedding, I've been hearing enough out of the family about how I should have somebody by now and that "you're next" to freak me the hell out. I am so sick of having this scary crap go through my head! It must stop!
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