Just got back from Michigan.
Was delayed about 14 hours doing so. Stayed in a posh Chicago hotel for free. Ordered linguine with clam sauce (Italian guy on the other end: will that be red or white?) for delivery at 1.30.
Anyway, my courses next year:
fall
4 GRM 101 (Elementary German I)
4 LIN 401 (Intro to Linguistics)
3 LIN 441 (Historical Linguistics)
3 LTN 401 (Augustan and Early Imperial Prose)
3 MTH 254 H (Honors Calculus III)
17 hours total
spring
4 GRM 102 (Elementary German II)
3 CLA 160 (Myth and Tolkien)
3 LIN 434 (Intro to Syntax)
3 LIN 471 (Sociolinguistics)
3 MTH 309 (Linear Algebra I)
16 hours total
It's pretty cool to be a junior. All those 400-levels are kind of scary, though. Ah, well. My parents seem to dig it, so I figure screw the naysayers. My mom took 18 hours every semester and did summer school, and she definitely pulled it out. Maybe heavy coursework is in my genes. Or in my jeans. :-?
I don't wear jeans.
I prefer my heavy coursework in khakis.
I definitely ran with that one too far. Which reminds me of something I read in a book I perused in East Lansing (O'Reilly's guide to C++ programming or something like that):
A student programmer once wrote a program to perform some simple mathematical operations. After compiling it, he entered RUN, but the results scrolled across the screen so fast that he could not read them to check them against the correct answers.
He asked: 'If I tell it to WALK, will it go slower?'
So tomorrow I'm leaving for Pat's cabin. I'll have my cell with me, but it's roaming at the cabin itself, so don't expect any calls from me, unless I'm in Blanco, in which case I probably won't, because none of you ever returns my calls. Going to be doing some hardcore writingness. And some hardcore playingness.
Cooper [21:27]
So it turns out I'm incredibly lonely.
I took a walk in the rain, and as the rain ended the fireflies came up out of the grass where they'd taken shelter.
It was beautiful.
And then the beauty faded into a sense of bereavement as the fireflies' flashes faded into darkness, lingering just long enough to allow me to follow it, a vague shadow of what had been.
Yes, that's cheesy. For some reason, I'm full of crazy emotion.
If something goes wrong, I'm the first to admit it.
The first to admit it, the last one to know.
If something goes right, it's likely to lose me.
It's apt to confuse me, because it's such an unusual sight.
I'll say it again: I can't get used to something so right.
Cooper [21:53]
Yo.
So I'm at MSU right now. I guess the whole 'No internet. . . bitches.' thing was a mite hasty. Except the bitches part.
Though I did get a call from 337.739.4894. Who apparently is not a bitch, because s/he called me.
Learn from this enlightened one, my children.
So, um, yeah, I decided to take German I instead of O-Chem. Heh.
That means four out of five classes will be in Wells Hall (largest class building on campus). Assuming I get all the classes I want. But hopefully they won't be full, as none of them is particularly a mass-requirement class. Maybe GRM 101 (German) and LIN 400 (Intro to Linguistics), but I doubt it.
Um, other than that, not much. Just chillin'.
See, this is weird. MSU just kind of feels right. Like really feels right. The people, the buildings, the campus, East Lansing. . .
But that presents a conflict of interest, because leaving home (and especially Brittney) sucks my nads.
Wow, um, don't read that the wrong way.
But yeah, such is teen angst.
Someone give me a shout out, or I will flay you. I promise.
PS I miss you all.
Cooper [20:37]
Howdy.
I'll be out of town until Friday. No internet. Will have cell phone with me. Not that anyone ever calls, bitches.
Show is going to be next Wednesday, 16 July, at Texas Murder Music (6000-something Culebra, inside the Loop). Show starts at 20.00. I Voted for Kodos will perform last, but there will be about five or six bands total playing. Cover is $6.
Whether or not you want to come is up to you. Brittney and I will be there. It may or may not be a rockin' show.
I'll also be out of town from Sunday until next Friday (with the above exception of Wednesday).
So I found out today that my bandmate, Mike, the bassist, who was my in to the band (because he knows Rachel Haring) is the same Mike that Sara Barcus pedophilically dated last fall. I knew he looked familiar: it was the photograph of him she showed me in English class.
Turns out he's also buds/music pals with Jackson, the crazy ISA skacore kid.
I think Mike and I are soulmates.
Anyway, must get self ready for trip.
Cooper [00:17]
Um, Blogger is fucking up.
Cooper [16:21]
It's a rainy Monday afternoon in San Antonio.
Sorry I haven't posted in so long.
Friday (4 July) was devoted to visiting/bringing crap to my sister in Waco.
Problem: my grandfather's car (which is now my dad's car) had electrical issues, and we were trying to drive 250 miles in the rain. So we stopped in Austin at the Pep Boys store.
Luckily, our two-hour wait was alleviated by the presence of much shopping, inter alia a thrift store, Payless Shoesource, Starbucks. I bought some sandals at Payless, then went to the thrift store and bought $30 worth of pimp shit. Got a polyester jacket, a la late Beatles, kind of like the leather one that Han Solo wears in A New Hope, two vests, a brick-red-and-white-stripe knit blazer, and a gi featuring on the back a black man in tiger stance against a setting sun, captioned Master Yi MOOSUL TUKONG.
So we get into the car (which is not permanently fixed), and my parents randomly melt down into little-kid bitching. Serious annoying shit.
We met Alexis in Austin (she was driving down while the car was being inspected), at McKinney Falls State Park. Fire ants.
I don't recall what happened Friday night at all. Weird.
Saturday Brittney and I went to Cracker Barrel for breakfast. Tastiness. Then I did laundry. And played marriage counselor for my parents. Fuck that shit, they need to grow up. That night I went out with Ben.
We ate at Jim's, then went to Mikey's house, then went outside and urinated on cars. Yay. Went to Dave's house; he was being a miscreant with explosives. The boy made a tennis-ball bomb, i.e. a tennis ball filled with gunpowder and a fuse. He threw it down the street. What a dumbshit. It landed in his neighbours' yard, but no damage. Sounded/looked cool, though. Then he & co. went off to have a Roman candle fight.
Ben, Mikey, & I went back to Mikey's house and talked about gay sex a lot.
Sunday, as usual, was Brittneyday. We went to Jim's and ate their new wings. Then we headed to Eisenhower Park for a walk. /Cry.
I'm having a tough time dealing with the whole separation thing. Kind of tough, only have a month left, &c., &c. She's having an even tougher time of it, though, and I think that's the hardest part for me. Weird thing: her eyes are so absolutely beautiful when she's crying. I think that statement betrays a conflict of interest. But I'm no expert: I got a 3 on Macroeconomics.
This morning I haven't really done much, just more weeding clothes out. I did about an hour of work for my dad, and some research into PC TV tuners. They're a little expensive.
I also made a successful fruit smoothie.
Right now, I'm off to find more clothes to throw out. Take it easy.
Cooper [16:19]
