I am in a library. I am in a library and I have crippling gas. But I will not go and relieve this high-pressure situation in my intestines, instead choosing to make you, the moderately loyal reader, feel uncomfortable.

How about something more cheerful? I just got out of my microeconomics class, and right as I hung up after an immensely weighty conversation with Danielle, some signs came into view. "FREE HUGS". Naturally I started laughing. There were three gentlemen scattered throughout the courtyard in front of the main building, holding these signs. As I passed by, the one nearest to me offered a pack of girls some free hugs, but they declined. I considered demanding my own free hug, but I decided against it. Now I kind of wish I hadn't. It might make the gas less pressingly awful. That, and it would have been physical contact; like a tiny baby I require certain amounts of physical contact to be Turkishly awesome. Sadly, I'm running rather low right now. That's upsetting.

On an unrelated note, I don't like jackholes. Jackholes are people in your class who think they are better than everyone else, who speak a lot and thusly express their self-proclaimed superiority with their language and tone of voice, and who are in reality mediocre fuckwits. Having one of these traits is acceptable and in some cases necessary. Having two is usually annoying. Having all three makes you a jackhole. Now, I honestly can't prove the last condition on any of my classes' jackholes. Yet. But I assign provisional jackhole status to people who take it upon themselves to receive my ire. Just now, in my microeconomics class, there was some guy from UTSA who had apparently done this course before but had to take it again, much the same way as myself. This means that he gets to answer a lot of the professor's questions super fast. That is, assuming they are challenging enough to warrant his attention. Probably I am too sensitive to this guy's supposed jackholery because I've done this class before too and I have little to pay attention to at this point. It's well possible that I come off as a jackhole to others; who knows (I am after all superior and loud). That's why I'm only starting off with labeling them provisional jackholes. There is still the possibility of redemption.

I'm not too convinced of the possibility for this in my discrete math class. Yesterday we went over more logic-related things. The professor at one point presented us with a claim and a challenge to prove it, and she asked us to work in groups of three or four. If you're sitting in a corner far from other people, ignoring this last part is not a problem. If you're sitting between one guy and the rest of the class, don't be a jackhole. No sooner does the last word leave the professor's lips than does the fellow next to me immediately dig into his notebook, with nary a glance in any direction. The people behind me and in front of me were in their own little groups already, and I was stuck. Now don't get me wrong--I rather do not like working in groups. But when you're a new kid, and when you're in a new class, it's not a bad way to socialize and at least develop acquaintances whom you may giggle with from time to time.

So I was stuck there, left to do the proof by myself while the professor wondered aloud why everyone was being so quiet compared with her first class. Apparently no one particularly took to this group thing. The fellow to my left completed the proof after getting some help from the fellow to his left--which pissed me off. Does all of this make him a jackhole? No. But having a tone of voice and appearance similar to the fat beardy git in my calculus class at UHD is not good for your case. The guy to his left also seemed rather jackholish. I'd guess they're both underclassmen majoring in math. I hope never to sit near them or others like them again.

And now, even though the gas is currently in hiding, I believe I'll leave the library and exorcise it. And then grab a bite to eat. Hope you kids are hungry! Hasta la byebye.