I realized that I've stopped processing what I was reading when I realized that next to the passage that said:
"Rise up, rise up, O God of gods,
rise Thyself in mig[ht, King of Kings]!"
I've scribbled "He's already in heaven, how much higher can he go?"
Sometimes I crack myself up. Save for the fact that I'm sort of a 'psychoceramic' (heh) already. Oh yeah. Made in China to boot.
Have been confusing my hyperbolic paraboloids with my parabolic hyperboloids (yep, there's an actual difference!) but I think I've gotten them straightened out now. I went downstairs to the lobby the other day (forgot to mention this) and this guy was demonstrating to this girl figure skating. On the carpet. He did the sliding thing with his foot, turned, jumped, and did...oh, about three turns while he was in the air, landed on one foot and did the backward turns thing. On the carpet. It was very cool to watch. Then there's the various times I come downstairs and hear/see people playing the piano and sounding very good...or the fact that I had lunch with one of my floormate the other day who happened to be majoring in material engineering but is also having major side interests in psychology and chemistry.
Yeah, people are still scarying me a little with their nice-ness (my roommate, for instance, asks me 'how are you' every time she comes in), but, on the whole, very neat people living in Miller Hall.
And no class after 9AM today, that cheers me up enormously. I'll salute you all from 'Tino tomorrow but meanwhile I should do some cleaning.
Happy Friday.
[Oh and Amber made that face for the picture on purpose...just so you know...she wasn't being tortured or anything.]
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