The one benefit of being an amateur writer is that it's ok to write like an amateur writer. Hurrahs for everyone!

One of these day I'm going to have more than one gripe about something; I want multiple gripes. Also, I want to see a vista that isn't scenic. I want to look out from such a vista and say "well, this wasn't worth the hike at all. let's go home."

I think I'll put in some quotes completely out of context. It's funnier that way.

Today, as you can probably tell, was a good day, full of random socialization, which I'm beginning to think is one of the best kinds of socialization in the world. Unpredictable, interesting, and clean-up is a breeze. You just leave the table.

Manney: i don't talk about books. who gives a shit?

Freshman Studies class today, following tediously normal Calc and Qur'an classes, was, dare I say it, delightful.

I got there early, and the Lawrence Illuminati --that is, The Politician, The Feminist, and The Diplomat-- let me sit in their smoke-filled room while they plotted; combined I think they represent half of the political clout of campus. For you non-metric people, one 'clout' is thirty barrels of our 'political influence'.

Dan: whoosh
Graham: the sound of your dignity as it escapes your mortal body?

A gruff Prof. Alger walked into class today and gave us our papers back. There were groans throughout the room. I involuntarily blurted out "what? this grade doesn't make sense, this is one of the worst things I've ever written!" while others in the room expressed similar, that is, the exact opposite, sentiments. It seems that everyone, or at least the vast majority, got a B on the paper.

There is no reason in these grades, and this throws what little grasp I had of Prof. Alger's grading system out the proverbial window.

Later that class period, we were getting uppity and went further off task with every artificial topic Alger produced. The Diplomat took us to Russia, and Alger accidently took us to his crazy Economics-centered world.

Manney: yes. and fat and girly. girls love that, right?

In Alger's world we met Bentham, the philosoper/economist who first conceived utiliatarianism and hedonistic calculus. We quickly started discussing his freaky will, which stipulated that Bentham had to preside over the meetings of his society at Oxford even after he died. He was mummified or something and put in the front of the room.

Apparently The Feminist has something against mummification. Also, she says she used to spell woman 'womyn'.

Anyways, so The Queen of Plantz interjected that someday, if he was lucky, Prof. Alger could be the rotting corpse in charge of some other economics society. She and I bandied back and forth before he could shut us up, noting that nothing shows respect like being stuffed and mounted at the front of the room.

Manney: i like the part where i said, Note to everyone else: i'm serious.

Lunch was also pretty cool; The Queen of Plantz, The Idyllist, another guy from my FS class and I formed a make-shift FS table, and talked about, well, I don't remember. Just imagine something funny. The Idyllist gave The Politician a note today. Could this be love, between these two who I've never seen speaking outside of class? Or is it just meaningless gossip?

Well, I gots to go to supper, The D.J is getting antsy.