No. 139: So Cruel

So last night I was talking to Natalie about the variety of stupid problems I've been having and I said something like, "Something's always in the way". This got me thinking about a song lyric but I couldn't remember which song it was from. Google (our dear and glorious leader) of course solved this problem for me and I was able to find that it was "You" by Switchfoot. I'm embarrassed to say that I do indeed love that song. DC ++ fixed my not having it on my computer and led me to the A Walk to Remember soundtrack, which I own but haven't listened to since the week after I bought it when the movie came out. I either have or hate most of the other songs on the album, except for one: "Someday We'll Know" by Mandy Moore and the lead singer of Switchfoot whose name I'm too lazy to Google right now. In any case-- I love this song, and much like "Piece of Me" by Britney Spears, I hate that I love it. It's not officially stuck in my head.
There's this lyric, "Did the captain of the Titanic cry". I'm ashamed of how sappy I get about this song. Whatever.
The point is-- songs use pathos to drag you in. It's mean.

This day has been a see-saw of awful. I got up this morning in a great mood, all ready for my day. Then I realized I'd forgotten about Writing Seminars pre-registration and in a panic, pretty much ran to Gilman where I encountered a line down the hall way. I got both classes I wanted, however. HA, rising Sophomores. Now you will know the bitter taste of booked major classes.
Then I rushed off to Moral Philosophy to catch the last twenty minutes of the lecture on Sartre that I've been waiting for. Pissed me off to miss the first half b/c I read the reading and had about 80 questions and things I wanted to ask and had already missed the parts I really wanted to hear about by the time I go there. However, the TA who was lecturing agreed to meet with me on Friday and talk about my questions, etc. Existentialism freaks me out and I think it's full of holes, but I want to debate it with someone who actually understands the majority of the arguments and can point me to some other writer than Sartre. After that I went to study Spanish, and thought I had a grasp on it, so I watched half of an episode of Freaks & Geeks, which Michael has me stuck on. When I got to Spanish and looked at the test, I realized my grasp wasn't as tight as I was hoping for, and that I was screwed. We'll see. I felt that way about the last test and it turned out OK.
I now have to sit through two and a half hours of lecture on Death in the Afternoon, a book which I'm about ready to hold a burning party for. Blech. I just wanna take a nap. Maybe I'll leave at the break. Maybe not.

In other news-- I love the t-shirt I'm wearing and it expresses a sentiment holding especially true right now. The down side is that my running around everywhere today has made me sweaty. OH, THE HUMANITY!

If these are all my problems, I've got it pretty good, I suppose.

H.