Back from the break, I had my first Philosophy of Love and Sex class of the second-half. Now it's the 'sex' part of the class. Not sure if it was this cold I have (see below), but I felt agitated during the entire class. Well, the entire time I was there.
I got to class 10 minutes late, which was still five minutes before the professor showed up. She wrote her usual scribbles on the board. "Blah, blah, blah," her mouth went. I considered turning my iPod back on to block hearing her 'rights' and 'okays.' Good thing I didn't, because I would have missed these gems:
We certainly don't want a definition that (makes) Wayne Gretzky gay.
I ran into you and touched your breast. It's not sexual. Well, it's not sexual unless the guy 'pretended' to run into her.
Don't touch anything above the waist.
Throw in the genital stuff.
You want context? I'd give it if it would explain any of those quotations. I'm afraid that giving no context makes the same amount of sense.
After it hit noon, I started to get impatient for a break. One didn't appear to be coming, so I left the class. I walked around the business building, up and down the floors, and returned 20 minutes later. When I did come back, the prof had just sent the class for a break. I looked at the mess of her notes on the board, realized I'd need to super-squint to make out the letters, and then said to myself, "Fuck it. I'm outta here."
And then I was gone.
Son Hits Home Run Off Dad; Dad Tries To Knockout Son With Fastball
Yeah, it's baseball, but the Clemens family sounds so nice.
This (Cough) Cold
With the pain in my throat getting progressively worse by the hour, I decided today was the day to go to the walk-in clinic. Okay, at first I tried the ER, but apparently my cold, while a great discomfort to me, is not an emergency. But it hurts so bad, you hear?
So, I had been on a delicious cocktail of Tylenol (try the new eZ Tabs (seriously, there's a free offer in there (okay, not seriously, unless you really like pain relievers)) -- so sweet like candy (you follow with all of these parentheses?)) and Dimetapp, which wasn't getting the job done.
The walk-in clinic doc prescribed me Avelox, which I'm pretty sure is a synonym for 'placebo.' "Take for seven days."
Well, I'll 'take,' but I'm not gonna put my faith in pills (except for new Tylenol eZ Tabs).
Where Are The Beautiful People?
Were filming on Wellington today. I haven't seen it, but I think the show sucks.