I just came back from the aforementioned review session, featuring, as promised, Enlightened One, The Poet, Free Spirit, Wacky Ed, and, as a special surprise, the two most annoying people in the class: Sockless Pete and The Misinterpreter. Needless to say, it was one of the study session that only feels like it was productive; granted, I refreshed my memory and I do feel better prepared, but looking back I didn't learn anything. I did get to know all the assorted persons at this meeting better, though, which was for the most part a good thing.

Sockless Pete reminds me of myself after taking AP U.S. History from Lade in high school; everything has a historical context with him, and sadly I'm not smart enough to refute statements that my gut tells me are wrong. I really doubt that Oronooko, as described in Aphra Behn's story with the same name, ever existed. And Suriname and colonial America are only the 'same place' for someone who hasn't read Oronooko, or looked at a map. Although I really have no idea where Suriname is, or how to spell 'Oronooko', either.

I suppose I should also mention that I have never seen Sockless Pete wear socks but it seems so painfully obvious.

After the study session, I apologized to The Poet for the unpleasantness from earlier, and I think we understand each other now, without any awkwardness. She's going out with That Fellow, too, which is what I wanted to happen. I guess I played freshman-match too, even if I didn't admit it.

I'm going to abandon this subject, because I just wrote something that could go in any chick-flick. Dan, be not proud.

I got introduced to Tenacious D's "Greatest Song in the World Tribute" a few days ago, and today it set a new record in the category of The Longest Time Stuck In My Head, beating the previous record holder, Fuel's "Shimmer" at two consecutive hours, with a new record of four consecutive hours. The melody of this song never left my thoughts for a solid, uninterrupted four hours. Congratulations, Tenacious D.

I had the vocal part of my German final today, and miraculously and expectedly I did well - it was extemporaneous speaking, but my topic was "Describe a memorable trip you took with friends". Fellow roadtrippers, I rejoiced.

For dinner I sat with The Poet, The Insurrectionist, That Fellow, and two girls who were too silent to warrant such wildly creative nicknames. I got That Fellow laughing so hard that he had trouble breathing momentarily, which is quite a feat, considering that the people that normally do that around me are asthmatic. That was before I 'officially' (yes, I do feel like I'm back in seventh grade) knew about The Poet and That Fellow, but I've never seen a more obvious couple. Not touchy feel-y, but… good gads. A more cynical Dan would have thrown up at the sight, but it warms my idealist heart.

Ah yes, Idealism is the victor in the long struggle against Materialism. I'm still somewhat Materialistic (in the sense that by 'materialism' I mean a concern with utility that forces me to derive me values not from the dialectic but from observation of the world, allowing me to create really convoluted sentences full of words like 'utility' and 'derive') but Idealism (in the sense that by 'idealism' I mean a love of values (the ones I found in my form (wow, three sets of parentheses) of materialism) and high-minded concepts and such) is the reigning champion, now that I'm so freakin' touchy feel-y and crap all of a sudden.

More than perhaps any other work, I want to read Swift's "Digression in Praise of Digressions".

Well, that wraps it up, I guess. Most of the day was computing and slacking and such, here are the good bits for your minds to gnaw on. Yeah, that one didn't work for me either; there's something about the word 'gnaw'. I've got a final tomorrow for Freshman Studies, so, yeah, time for some sleep and stuff.