Happy Birthday.
Originally Posted at 11:46 PM on May. 04, 2004
I hate the song. I can't stand it. Anybody who tried singing it to me today did not get past the first "birthday" before I forced them to stop. I don't know why, I don't like being the one the song is focused at. Though, that is not to say that I don't like being the center of attention, that's fine and dandy, but I hate being sung to. Yick. Such a corny song too.
It's Finals week here in Boulder. Started Saturday morning at 7:30 for me. I was actually up at 5:30am to be sure that I was up, and to get a few more minutes of cramming in before the test. I did quite well, I got a 95 out of 100 on the exam, which I am relatively certain gives me an A for the semester (one I really wanted) - Anthropology 2020 was the best class ev-er. I'd take it again if I could, and if you went to CU, I'd highly recommend you take it come next Spring (although none of you do, and nobody I know that goes to CU reads this, so it's moot). That all being said, I am not gonna be an Anthropologist.
Sunday there were no Finals, which was nice, I slept til 11:00ish, watched the Lakers blow a five point lead in the fourth quarter, after having an awesome third quarter. I plan to watch game two tomorrow night. At midnight, my roommate, Marshall and I went to the UMC (student union) for massages and the midnight breakfast held semester-ly (I made a word!) during finals. Alas, the date was wrong, and both were scheduled for Monday night. No matter, I had studying to do for my Monday 7:30am final. I got to work at 12:05, and studied straight through until 7:15. Went to my class, took the final, and didn't do so hot - and it took me more time than any of my other finals have (ever). Suffice it to say, I did not do so hot, and will probably end up with a B-/C+ on the exam barring a showing of mercy on the professor's part - which is highly unlikely. Moving on.
Finally, around 4:15 yesterday afternoon I took a nap, slept on and off until 7:15 at which time my roommate and I went to dinner. We came back, and I did unproductive things until shortly after midnight at which point I went to sleep. I slept on and off until noon-ish today. I was awoken at some point by a text message from Mikey (it arrived on my phone at 2:14am, and beeped something like every 5 minutes for the next 8 hours - much appreciated). Then at 10:30 my dad called and left a voice mail. So much for my unplugging the phone and turning down my answering machine. Sometime later I recall Mari leaving a message on my answering machine, but I was in no position to respond. Finally started the day around noon. Showered, grabbed lunch, went to my writing professor's office hours to pick up my final project and find out my grade for her class. In my final "paper" I was to argue for a grade. I argued for an A- because I felt I had earned a B+, and didn't deserve an A. She liked it, bought it, and gave me the A-. I ran off giddily. The GPA this semester will most likely rest on my Spanish final which is tomorrow at 7:30am.
Now for a minor rant. In my 5 semesters of college, the now 80 credits I have completed, I have had one 9:00am class, and probably four or five 9:30am classes. Not once have I had an 8:30 or dared to attempt an 8:00 class, but somehow, some way, the university feels fine giving me 7:30am finals. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot my friends, we have a problem. All three of my finals this semester - and I will stop to say, three finals is waaaay easy, I have lounged on average forty of the forty-eight hours between these finals. They are spread out so perfectly, whee! Ridiculous, 7:30am finals. If you want to do that, give it to the crazies in the 8:00 classes, not those of us who are lucky to get to our 9:30 classes on time, damnit!
The rest of my birthday was spent hanging out with Mari, we went to the Olive Garden, she got what I would call "dressed up," for her anyway. I went in my standard jeans and a uni-color t-shirt. All I really wanted was a female for a waiter/waitress, but alas, my desire went unfulfilled. Of course, as far as things like that go, I fail to be surprised any longer. But on the bright side, I say goodbye to a decade, and hello to a new one. The way I see it, I have three thousand six hundred and fifty one days (including both leap years and subtracting today) ahead of me before I turn thirty to virtually no fanfair. I won't be balding, I won't be in a dead-end job I hate, and perhaps I won't be searching for Miss Right any longer. Maybe I'll even have a little one on the way, wouldn't that be something? At least I can dream.
And no, I am by no means depressed, I'd probably call it a bit of a sobering-type-thing.
As a twenty year old I can now date Mari's friends, if she ever finds any suitable to my tastes, and someone she can stand to see me date. You see in older people's eyes, nineteen isn't twenty - in fact there is a large gap between the two. Interesting isn't it - the psychology of numbers. At least I'm catching up to my level of maturity, that'll be nice - not having to hear about how different I seem from the other guys my age (as I did today while getting my haircut.. that was weird).
Cheers.
Originally Posted at 11:46 PM on May. 04, 2004
I hate the song. I can't stand it. Anybody who tried singing it to me today did not get past the first "birthday" before I forced them to stop. I don't know why, I don't like being the one the song is focused at. Though, that is not to say that I don't like being the center of attention, that's fine and dandy, but I hate being sung to. Yick. Such a corny song too.
It's Finals week here in Boulder. Started Saturday morning at 7:30 for me. I was actually up at 5:30am to be sure that I was up, and to get a few more minutes of cramming in before the test. I did quite well, I got a 95 out of 100 on the exam, which I am relatively certain gives me an A for the semester (one I really wanted) - Anthropology 2020 was the best class ev-er. I'd take it again if I could, and if you went to CU, I'd highly recommend you take it come next Spring (although none of you do, and nobody I know that goes to CU reads this, so it's moot). That all being said, I am not gonna be an Anthropologist.
Sunday there were no Finals, which was nice, I slept til 11:00ish, watched the Lakers blow a five point lead in the fourth quarter, after having an awesome third quarter. I plan to watch game two tomorrow night. At midnight, my roommate, Marshall and I went to the UMC (student union) for massages and the midnight breakfast held semester-ly (I made a word!) during finals. Alas, the date was wrong, and both were scheduled for Monday night. No matter, I had studying to do for my Monday 7:30am final. I got to work at 12:05, and studied straight through until 7:15. Went to my class, took the final, and didn't do so hot - and it took me more time than any of my other finals have (ever). Suffice it to say, I did not do so hot, and will probably end up with a B-/C+ on the exam barring a showing of mercy on the professor's part - which is highly unlikely. Moving on.
Finally, around 4:15 yesterday afternoon I took a nap, slept on and off until 7:15 at which time my roommate and I went to dinner. We came back, and I did unproductive things until shortly after midnight at which point I went to sleep. I slept on and off until noon-ish today. I was awoken at some point by a text message from Mikey (it arrived on my phone at 2:14am, and beeped something like every 5 minutes for the next 8 hours - much appreciated). Then at 10:30 my dad called and left a voice mail. So much for my unplugging the phone and turning down my answering machine. Sometime later I recall Mari leaving a message on my answering machine, but I was in no position to respond. Finally started the day around noon. Showered, grabbed lunch, went to my writing professor's office hours to pick up my final project and find out my grade for her class. In my final "paper" I was to argue for a grade. I argued for an A- because I felt I had earned a B+, and didn't deserve an A. She liked it, bought it, and gave me the A-. I ran off giddily. The GPA this semester will most likely rest on my Spanish final which is tomorrow at 7:30am.
Now for a minor rant. In my 5 semesters of college, the now 80 credits I have completed, I have had one 9:00am class, and probably four or five 9:30am classes. Not once have I had an 8:30 or dared to attempt an 8:00 class, but somehow, some way, the university feels fine giving me 7:30am finals. Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot my friends, we have a problem. All three of my finals this semester - and I will stop to say, three finals is waaaay easy, I have lounged on average forty of the forty-eight hours between these finals. They are spread out so perfectly, whee! Ridiculous, 7:30am finals. If you want to do that, give it to the crazies in the 8:00 classes, not those of us who are lucky to get to our 9:30 classes on time, damnit!
The rest of my birthday was spent hanging out with Mari, we went to the Olive Garden, she got what I would call "dressed up," for her anyway. I went in my standard jeans and a uni-color t-shirt. All I really wanted was a female for a waiter/waitress, but alas, my desire went unfulfilled. Of course, as far as things like that go, I fail to be surprised any longer. But on the bright side, I say goodbye to a decade, and hello to a new one. The way I see it, I have three thousand six hundred and fifty one days (including both leap years and subtracting today) ahead of me before I turn thirty to virtually no fanfair. I won't be balding, I won't be in a dead-end job I hate, and perhaps I won't be searching for Miss Right any longer. Maybe I'll even have a little one on the way, wouldn't that be something? At least I can dream.
And no, I am by no means depressed, I'd probably call it a bit of a sobering-type-thing.
As a twenty year old I can now date Mari's friends, if she ever finds any suitable to my tastes, and someone she can stand to see me date. You see in older people's eyes, nineteen isn't twenty - in fact there is a large gap between the two. Interesting isn't it - the psychology of numbers. At least I'm catching up to my level of maturity, that'll be nice - not having to hear about how different I seem from the other guys my age (as I did today while getting my haircut.. that was weird).
Cheers.
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