At home I am loved. Very much by cuzin's Retriever who'll jump (literally) in excitement when he sees me. That will be cute if only he is NOT weighed at seven pounds. Yeah, think of how many nights at Tony Roma's mincing those meat. Let's not be disgusting and move on. Where were we? Awesomeness, yess.
Now remember all the courses I took? Yeah, they are awesome too. History of Western Art II? Awesome. Especially since I got these art history books laying around since The Dark Ages. My classmates are a lot of reserved creative people. Observer, you know, future curators. I think. They don't speak too much. But we have this pretty blond with all the bombs sitting in front of the class. I'm still weighing whether to make friends with the elitist or stay under the radar. The latter suggests a more peaceful life. I can't afford drama now, can I.
Intro to IR? Awesome. Different classmates of course, very serious people. Serious, serious. And a very loud future activist (I can totally imagine her barking at PM Harper for the Alberta tar sands policy) sat beside me today and she was so loud, I can barely hear myself. And I'm not even joking about this ones: A lot of cute guys. I don't mean those pretty-boys. I mean quarterly-life, comforting height, geek specs under messy I-dont-have-time-for-this hair, but clean appearance and afterfives. What's not awesome about it? The most awesome part is the girls: they, too, have the I-dont-have-time-for-this look. I love IR class.
Modern history is a different scenario altogether. Full of interesting people. Good looking, badlooking, prim geek to the stud aficionados. We were discussing world war I and II and the class erupted in heated discussion regarding the German strategies. I was dumbfounded. Well, I know about the acquisition of Poland in 1939, but I did not know that Vichy is actually a republic (I know Vichy is a skincare brand, though!). So let alone the thought of moi knowing wth is a Luftwaffe. Then we go on about talking about Blitzkrieg (Today I learned that Krieg is the German of War) and Stalingrad. When the metal boy exclaimed upon the sight of Rommel, I gave up. I jotted down whatever was said (that alone is HARD, since the lecture went on at the speed of The Orient Express). I took a breather when the lecture talked about Mussolini. I always think that Italy and Indonesia have similar political condition. At least I know what happened there. But no, I put my hope too high. The lecture ended with a screening of WWI/II series. I simply could not fathom what the host was saying (In my defense, it was a bucketload of German). On that note, I shan't further embarrass myself. This weekend I will lock myself up in library.
Awesomeness doesn't stop there. My dinner was an utter waste of 7 bucks. It tasted like Banshee's hair. It was a disgrace to Chinese food. But after walking a little bit more I saw Bath and Body Work on sale and I almost died. I must be crazy because of the flu or actually have fever out of jetlag because you know what? I GOT OUT WITHOUT BUYING.
Something is wrong with awesomeness.