"Then, Brutus, I have much mistook your passion;
By means whereof this breast of mine hath buried
Thoughts of great value, worthy cogitations.
Tell me, good Brutus, can you see your face?"

Julius Caesar – Act 1, Scene 2. Lines: 53-56

Friday, January 18, 2008

Still cold.

The weather is awful. Freezy rain, snow, black ice, white ice, biting winds. Welcome to Chicago. Classes this week have given me hope for the semester. Mine are not too hard, but will all be really interesting in different ways. It's exciting stuff. Meghan and I had our first technique class in Ballet and it rocked. Completely. Practicum is underway, with the first show of the semester coming up on us very quickly. So, basically, aside from the awful, no-good wintry weather, things are pretty awesome.

Last night, there was a basketball game at which they gave away t-shirts. It was some Jesuit sponsored thing, so the shirts had a picture of a robed Jesuit playing basketball on it and read "Jesuit Jam 2008" across the bottom. We thought it was hilarious so we went into the game for free, got the shirts, and left. Bada bing. Free t-shirts are my life.

Today, after my Anth class I have work, and then after that I am going to the office hours of one of the most awesome history professors I've ever even heard of in my entire life. And I'm going to arrange to become a history minor. Get excited.

My textbooks that we ordered through Amazon last week are not here yet. My paint supplies that we ordered last week through Utrecht are finally here. Have to pick those up today. Awkward. I hate the postal system. Bastards.

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