Everything is Nothing

Calc was my only class today. So far we've convered sections 7.1 and 7.2*, also known as inverse functions and the definition of natural logarithms. Maybe I'll be able to pass.

After calc, I stood outside in the cold for 1.5 hours asking people if they wanted to do a short survey and receive a free candy bar. It was cold, but it was funny seeing people's sudden change of heart when they heard about the free candy involved. By the end of it all, my hands felt like they were back in advanced bio pulling pennies out of ice cold water.

Later in the afternoon, I bought my coursepack for German. The line wasn't as long as last semester but it was as annoying as ever.

It's currently 2:45 in the morning of the 8th, but I'm submitting this on the 7th for reasons I don't feel like explaining. I would be sleeping right now but there's extremely loud people in my hall (one of them being my roommate) and I'm not too tired anyway. Plus, I have a blog to finish.

I just got back from a thing at Christine's house. It's technically a sleepover but I'm not sleeping over. They were watching a movie when I left. We ate pizza and talked and played Catch Phrase and ate fortune cookies. It was a good time. Every person there was so unique and interesting...

On the way back to South Quad, there were a bunch of drunk people around, surprise surprise (note the sarcasm). At one spot, a guy was crying profusely, balling, weeping, and another guy was holding him, comforting him. It was an odd site... one does not usually see guys crying like that.

I always make note of things throughout my day that I want to write in my blog, but then I always forget.

Sometimes when I'm typing, my fingers won't listen to my brain and I end up typing words that I wasn't even thinking. For example, in the paragraph above, instead of typing "write" I typed "writing". I don't know... it doesn't sound too interesting (nothing that I write ever is), but lately it has been happening to me all the time. It's not that I hit a wrong letter or two or get my fingers disoriented, it's like my fingers decide to type a totally different word halfway through. I'm not dyslexic, I'm just an idiot.