This Post Has a Title!

You may have noticed that I titled this entry. Now people won't see the first few words of my posts, which usually consist of something like, "I am tired today. My cat had an enema..."

But I am tired today, and if I had a cat I would give the thing an enema. That's how I roll. I also discovered that I'm doing just fine in my differential equations class--at least compared to the kids who are getting all confused. And, despite the class's size, there are no jackholes yet. Kickass.

Just now, during dinner, I had a conversation with a fellow majoring in government. I was able to gather that: he liked and was overly proud of his really crappy-sounding job at the Texas Capitol; he doesn't know a thing about international relations or current affairs; he specializes in the "philosophical" side of government, but doesn't seem to have a very firm grasp on much of anything; he wants to get an MBA and he is taking a basic business course to help him get there; and he's not the most popular or socially-skilled guy here, and I don't think I'm doing myself any favors by associating and being friendly with him, especially since he just doesn't seem likeable. I wish I'd tried to desperately attach myself to the little coterie of males that I played poker with one of the first days I was here. They seem to be more my type.

And today in the lovely world of cooperative labor, I have been assigned the duty of Night Alice, which means that at some time in the night, I am to tidy up the kitchen and the eating areas for precisely one hour, at which point I stop what I'm doing and run away. My God do I not want to do that. I would rather go to sleep right now and wake up in about 14 hours, just in time to go to class. Who knows. I might accidently fall asleep right now. I'd have to pay $10 if someone notices that I'm not there, but I'm tired, yo. Alas, my duty to the cooperative will probably override all this.

Oh, and someone from the Daily Texan came to the co-op to try to get people to apply for a job as a columnist. I think I should do it. I'm really clever and really smart and really witty. Plus, I can tackle economic and political issues with a clarity and goatiness as yet unheard of in the world of college newspapers.

That'll be it for now. Happy Milton Friedman Day, everybody! Hasta la byebye!