Blueyville, the blog

I haven’t posted anything in so long that I forgot my password and the whole interface of this posting thing changed while I wasn’t looking. But, you lucky kids, I’m writing tonight.

I can’t really cover everything that’s happened since, uh, November… Right now I’m at the start of a new semester, so sharing my schedule seems appropriate:

Cognitive Psychology lecture (9:10! am!)
Adv. German II: Austria and Vienna
American Women in the 20th Century
Intro to Statistics
Self Defense (PE)
First Year English: The Americas

It’s a nice set of classes, if still not quite focused on anything. Of course my plans for a major are still wavering around anthropology-history-psychology-linguistics (if even possible)… etc. I think I’m going to take two semesters of Environmental Science next year for my lab requirement, rather than worry about getting into two psychology labs sometime (there’s a lottery because there’s limited space).

I am enjoying Self Defense. Don’t tell Ally, but I probably couldn’t really kill anyone yet. I also can’t seem to throw off anyone who isn’t a girl, either, unless Richard lets me, which isn’t really fair because you can’t ask a bad guy attacker not to pull so hard on your wrist, please. But I get to be partners with Risa all the time and we have a nice time dancing around aggressively. I guess I’ve only had two or three real classes so far, so I have time to become a pain-inflicting-in-self-defense-only machine. Hey, eventually we get to stick fighting and ground grappling.

Last Friday we went to DDR club, where I actually tried (I think) two songs in front of strangers and acquaintances, in public. One of them was some kind of Disney version from 1998 or some time when graphics looked funny. I kind of failed the other one. Kind of entirely. But I might play again tonight since they’ll have DDR at this Columbia Glass House Rocks thing. So that’s my revolutionary dance (dance) progression update. Yes.

Hey, Saturday I might go ice skating at Wollman Rink in Central Park with people from my floor. Of course I can’t ice skate or anything, so I’m really going to pay $17 to fall down, outside, on the ice, wearing metal blades. It’s kind of Olympic, I think.

I was thinking about taking part in that homeless census thing this February, where you go around in a group counting and possibly talking to homeless people from 10:30pm-4:00am. It’s actually a Monday, and if you refer back to my schedule you’ll see I have to wake up in the actual, legitimate morning on Tuesdays, so I probably won’t after all. Maybe I will give money to that “pennies don’t hurt the brother” homeless guy outside the supermarket instead.
Oh yeah,

I just stole this photo from the internet, but I now have a lovely magic bean just like this one. It really has words on it, too. I think this is brilliant. I don’t know why I’m even in college when I could be growing magic beans for profit.