What can I say? I've been busy. That, and no one reads this thing, anyway...

My classes this semester are wonderful. Anthroplogy of Modern Japan is a delight and Contemporary Chinese Fiction wound up being absolutely awesome. However, I can't wait to get out of here. Why? Living situation. Because of the filth and the absolutely inconsiderate behavoir.

At any rate, I went home last weekened and it was very lovely.

First semester's grades were all in on the fifth of the month. It was a major relief to see that I managed to get an A- in Lipman's class, especially with its less than auspicious start. I wonder what my grade was on my final...

I got an A in Japanese, thank God, or otherwise I would have climbing the walls. Voice was also an A. It's still a strange feeling to be graded on something like that.

A- in Cultural Anthropology. Meh, whatever. I gained a lot of insights from that class, but on the whole I feel that the professor could have run the class more effectively; not having any tests or quizes (or really any collectable homework besides the occasional journals) beyond the midterm, ethnography paper, and final made me rather lax about it.

Math was a B+. I actually got a B+ in that shit-for-brains, "now how much is four divided by two?" class. I shoot kick myself in the ass. Really, I should. I blame the final project. It was a paper. A real paper, or so she specificed in her directions. Long story short, no outside research was allowed beyond what she had given us, and I had to write a ten page paper on a page and a half of information. I bull shat that thing like I've nothing I've ever done before. She was such a kind lady, but I have no idea what the point of that course was. Beyond me getting me my one necessary math credit.

So now I'm in J-term, which means unlimited free time save for my two non-credit courses twice a week, Reiki and lapidary / silversmithing. I finished my first ring last night. I still hate the stone I chose, but at the same time, it looks nice over all. I started cutting a new stone last night for a new idea I have. It's fun, but does a number on your skin.

I've come up with an idea regarding the sleeping situation. Because the damn heat is continuously blasting on my head, I'm going to sleep with my head at the foot of the bed every night and use an extra blanket as opposed to trying to untuck the other end of my quilt. I'm getting next to no sleep like this, not to mention being directly underneath the source of heat (why the fuck it's on the ceiling I'll never know), my eyes are dry like woah and my lips are cracked and bleeding. At least I have a plan. I just need to remember that I'd done that for when I climb down... bunk beds are such a bitch.

Unfortunately, due to car issues, Kate isn't coming up today, meaning I've got to occupy myself today. I think I'm going grab some lunch before heading to the library for a cup of coffee.

First semester of college is complete. I finished my finals on Wednesday and went home late that night.  I got to spend some time with Lindsay, which was wonderful and, of course, too short.

Attempted some Christmas shopping with Kate. It turned into quite the misadventure. First I-95 had a major delay, so we circumvented it via Route 1. We catch Route 9, but then that's closed due to a major accident. We wind up sitting in some parking lot, pouring over a map in hopes of finding away to bypass the accident. We'd already been driving for two hours at that point and quickly decide to scrap it. We wisely decide to scrap it and head back and stop at the first mall in the other direction-- which is, of course, an outdoor mall. Can we say cold? 

Too lazy and disatisfied to type more.