Today.

Some snapshots of Temple mid-day. Just bustling with life, isn't it?

In front of the Student Center.


Bicycles: the main mode of transportation around the city for temple students (besides the subway)


Yes, this is an example of temple students taking pedestrian's right of way a little too far. This van was just chilling in the intersection for quite a while.



*Before I begin my entry for today, I would like to add that I think I might have solved my computer problem. Thanks for all your help, Matt*

Well, as you probably already know, today my first class was my acting course at 8AM.
I already know I love this course, and today just reinforced that feeling. We did some exercises, played the "What are you doing?" game again, and then attempted to outline the challenges an actor faces, and determine what makes an actor a "good" actor.

After all that, Nathan handed out some very short scenes involving very ordinary conversations. He split everyone into pairs, and I was the odd one out. He promised me he would make sure it all worked out for me. He then let the pairs get to know each other a little, and get used to talking together. I was alone, so Nathan handed me a scene sheet and started talking to me, asking me to remind him of my name, and what my major was. I told him, and he said, "Oh. Wow. Neuroscience? Well, you seem very enthusiastic during our exercises, and I am glad to have you here. I'm Nathan, in case you forgot,"

I said, "I didn't forget."
(I realize now how silly I must have sounded, how childishly eager. Oh well, he makes me a bit flustered :P )

I was hoping I would get to read the scene with him. However, class was ending before even the second pair got to perform. Nathan said that I would be paired with someone from one of the groups that already went, and that we would finish the exercise on friday, our next class.

(I really wish this class was longer. 50 minutes just isn't enough time to get anything worthwhile done)

***
After that, I grabbed some breakfast and then went to my Chem Recitation. I'm so annoyed right now about chemistry.

I was given the option to skip to General Chemistry I Honors before registration. I opted not to, because I was told that it would be very difficult to keep up if I hadn't taken AP Chemistry (which I haven't).
So, I took General Chemistry I non-Honors. And in recitation, the professor spent the whole 50 minutes teaching Dimensional Analysis.
ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!

Dimensional Analysis? I can do that shit in my sleep.
He had us go up to the board in large groups and solve D.A. problems. When it was my group's turn, he gave us a very tricky one. I solved it. I was the first to solve it. (This is pathetic, right?) So he asked me how I knew what to do. I told him, "I've never seen a problem quite like this, but dimensional analysis is always the same method,"

*I got a test later from Mike saying, "I was walking through Beury Hall, and I saw you in your calc class solving a problem at the board. Your tattoo really makes you easy to pick out of a crowd."
I corrected him, of course, because I was in Chem, not Calc. But that's not the point. The point is, I'm getting worried about this 'Mike' situation. Even Thom said, "Nip this in the bud or you will have another me on your hands,"
I've been hinting to Mike with things like constantly emphasizing the word friends when I refer to us and stuff like that, but I don't know if it's getting through to him.*

Anyway, right after Chemistry Recitation, I had to go to Chem Lecture. Same teacher. And guess what this asshole started 'teaching' the entire Lecture class about! Yup, you guessed it: Dimensional Analysis (He also threw in some "helpful studying tips" - are we regressing back to middle-school level courses?). And guess what he brought up. ... me. He said, "I had a student in my Recitation class not even 10 minutes ago that solved a problem using Dimensional Analysis, and then later admitted that she had never seen a problem like it before. That's what D.A. is for! You can solve nuclear-physics-level problems with D.A., even if you won't know what your answers mean, or what to do with them!"
-Golly gee, mister professor, sir... can we really do ALL THAT with just some fractions and simple arithmetic?-

No shit, Sherlock.

This course had better get more challenging very quickly, or I am dropping it and taking Honors. I refuse to put up with this high-school crap.

***
After Chemistry ended, Liz and I went to get lunch. That girl is nuts. She's one of my suitemates, the only one that I really ever see... but not by choice. I would rather choose not to see any of them in too great of quantities.
Don't get me wrong, I like them all. I really like Alexa, she seems very sweet, and Hannah is... unique. I just am not a very amicable person. Plus, I find it easier to talk and spend time with guys.
On the other hand, Liz is just plain crazy. She's loud, self-centered, conceited, and clingy.
I hate people that remind me of myself.
*I was only half joking*

The only reason I see her so much is because she decided to attach herself to me. She always wanders into Hannah's and My room, while we're both busy. She just comes over and tries to maintain a conversation with me while I am doing things. She doesn't even seem to care when I ignore her. She's such a pain in the ass.
Also, she apparently loves video games, but is terrible with them. I let her try playing Team Fortress 2, because she was hovering over me while I was playing (and it was distracting me anyway). It was a miserable ordeal to watch. She's hopeless. She runs into walls and just sits there, panicking. She can't comprehend the W A S D controls, or that the mouse is what controls where the character aims and shoots. She doesn't understand that a flamethrower is a short range weapon. Come on, people, who doesn't know that? This is common sense.



Oh, and she keeps commenting on how her and I are ALIKE. I wish to be nothing like that girl, and she seems to want to be just like me. She asks me questions about guys and dating, and sex. She asks me about social stuff, claiming to be very socially awkward (she's not wrong). She thinks she can sing, and poor Alexa has to put up with her screeching loudly to her favorite songs. Nossa Senhora. She thinks she can act. She thinks she is the most brilliant person ever.
I really, really hope I am not like her.

Someone please reassure me of my utter lack of similarity to that girl. Or at least reveal the truth to me. Am I like her in any way?


P.S. - she saw some starburst candies just chilling on my dresser, and she arranged them according to color. In very straight lines. This girl has WAY too many neuroses for one single human.
She keeps her socks in a basket - because "I like to have fast access to them" - when would you need immediate access to your SOCKS?! Wtf?


My starbursts now look like this.


Screw rows, I made a sun! ^_^


Also, I have red nails at the moment. Thought I would share.