Unfortunately, I'll probably need espresso beans to be injected into my heart in order to acheive that sort of excitement at eight o'clock in the morning.
2. Small point that is of interest only to me: Last week I answered a question correctly in my graduate level electromagnetic theory course. Prior to this, the only other time I've managed to speak in class was to make a dumb joke (well, a funny dumb joke maybe).
At any rate, graduate courses at a large, public university are distinctly different from the intimate and nurturing (read: intoxicating) environment that I was so accustomed to at Wabash College.
3. Getting a crazed expression on my face while shaking my head furiously such that my hair bounces fervently and shouting, "We'll be rich!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" never ceases to put me in a really good mood.
Consequently, other things which manage to make me smile include: A pantsless round of "Kings" with the physics grad students, lying down on the grass in the middle of campus with a loved one during a warm and sunny day in February, and a hot cup of tea (which apparently is "my cup of tea," now or something).
4. Two nights in a row last week, I had the same f'd up dream. In this dream, for some reason, my teeth became very brittle and delicate, like glass. Every time my mouth would open, chunks of teeth would just fall out of my mouth. I would try to keep the pieces in my mouth, but my mouth would then just fill up with broken shards of tooth. The second time, in the dream, I was hanging out with Scott, playing video games in the living room (a nobel pastime, if there ever was one) when my teeth started falling out of my mouth. I was crying and saying, "See, it's happening! Just like in my dream." But he only laughed at me, so I punched him, a lot.
At any rate, I feel this dream has a fairly reasonable and literal translation (I'm not original or abstract enough while in the dreamscape for anything but). When I had bridge work done on the lower set of teeth, my dentist made it sound like I habitually grind my teeth in my sleep. Ever since I left my mouth guard at home in Cleveland, I guess I've been worried about damaging the bridge while in my sleep.
5. My koala friend says hello.
6. "POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWER SURGE!!!!!"
7. Speaking of power surges, my powerbook has been in the local mac shop for two weeks running now. F' that noise.
8. When my roommate suggested getting a shot block for the party that's being held here tonight, I thought that he meant that I should be roaming the party dressed in 80's basketball gear (replete with thick headband, extremely short basketball shorts, and knee-high tube socks), slamming drinks out of people's hands, and yelling, "Not in my house! It's gametime baby, c'mon now." But no, he meant that we should have a large block of ice from which people could drink shots. I personally prefer the latter. Perhaps we can agree to disagree?
9.
If physics graduate students Matt and Peter were in town this weekend, we could make for some pretty formidable shot blocking...that's all I'm saying.10. "We could talk and not talk for hours."
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