Ah. But not one of those regular "Ah"s. No, this is an Allegra-style "Ahhh". I'm enjoying this nice weather a bit too much, I think.

I'm also enjoying, all thanks to the noble Jonas: Nero, Freedom Force (full version, cracked), and the four extant episodes of Andy Richter Controls The Universe. Five of us (Greg, Nick-From-Next-Door, Miguel Sanchez, me, and The D.J) watched a couple episodes tonight, to the merriment of all involved. There truly is nothing better than the getting the gift of Richter.

Freedom Force has me merely whelmed, however. Way to talk it up, Graham.

In less computer-related news, I'm done with The Pioneers, and all is forgiven as far as Cooper is concerned, or almost all, at least. I just can't finish a book and hate it, it's not in me. I want to hate Spares, but all I can dredge up is mild annoyance.

While I was at the library for my first bout of reading today I ran into Jamie, which was cool; I guess snap judgements about people, like those I made the first time I met Jamie, are completely-utterly unfounded. I sound sarcastic, but I'm really not, really really even.

However correct I believe I've been about my estimations of some people (enter The Vain Man or The Diplomat, both of whom I got to know before judging), the fun of generalizing sometimes outstrips, or in this case completely distorts, the reality I'm trying to explain, when it's not given enough time.

There's a character in The Pioneers who talks completely (that is, when he talks (which in and of it self does not occur (at least when compared to other characters) that often) to the others characters) with parathetical comments like this. I find it humorous. But where was I?

Ah yes, talked to Jamie, well, actually I tried listening for a change, and then went off for a quick walk with her and Ann of Stillwater, when I should have been studying. I also played Freedom Force and IMed today, with Jenna no less, when I definitely had more important things to do, but no matter. That's what mornings are for.

After a traditional dinner with my roomate and neighbors, I went back to the library and read, resolving not to leave until I had finished the last hundred or so pages of Cooper. I ran into Wacky Ed from my first term English class, who proposed, as it was rumored to me he would, to have me assist in a poetry reading for Lawrences defunct English-club. Huzzah, as they say.

And now, to compose the perfect German fairy tale. Later.