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LAN, Already Tired

Just when I thought I was over my jet lag, along comes a LAN par­ty at Trolley’s and Wheaties’s. I haven’t played games in over a month (aside from some addic­tive Tony Hawk Underground on my GBA), so I’ll be pret­ty damn rusty. It offi­cial­ly starts tomor­row, but I’ll be head­ing over there tonight with Nick to get an ear­ly start. We’ll be hav­ing the usu­al sus­pects, along with a few less famil­iar faces. This should be good.

A Change Of Programme

I sent in an appli­ca­tion to the eco­nom­ics pro­gramme at Carleton before I left for Hong Kong last year, and got an offer of admis­sion when I got back. I accept­ed the offer on Monday, reg­is­tered for two cours­es, and start­ed going back to uni­ver­si­ty for a sec­ond degree. One of my cours­es is on TV, so I’m get­ting Trolley to tape it for me as an excuse to head over there and try some of my duty free Villager Premium No. 7s with him. My oth­er course is a con­cen­trat­ed intro­duc­tion to eco­nom­ics, so it’s two three hour class­es each week, mak­ing it the exact equiv­a­lent of two cours­es itself. I’ll try to get an intro­duc­tion to account­ing course next week as a fourth course, when the aca­d­e­m­ic advi­sor is free and not being a bitch.

I’m going to switch my major to busi­ness in the sum­mer and spe­cial­ize in mar­ket­ing. Since I have a degree in com­put­er sci­ence, I’m con­sid­ered a third year stu­dent already, since a lot of my cred­its trans­ferred over. If every­thing works out (pre­req­ui­sites, degree restric­tions, course avail­abil­i­ty) I could have a sec­ond degree at the end of the year.

My first class was yes­ter­day with quite a few first year stu­dents, some of them six years my junior I’m will­ing to bet. Six years. More than half the class was Asian.

In The Moment

One of the most embar­rass­ing things to ever hap­pen to me was when I was get­ting inti­mate with a per­son I just start­ed dat­ing. She sud­den­ly said, “I don’t think we should be doing this…”, in a sort of whiny, oper­at­ic tone.

First thought: “Uh oh”

Second thought: “Oh wait, I get it. Quick, say some­thing sexy”

First words out of mouth: “Don’t you want to?”

Third thought: “Oh god I’m an idiot”

Her response: “Just got­ta play along…”

We had­n’t known each oth­er for very long, so it’s not like the whole con­cept of role-play­ing had been pre­vi­ous­ly dis­cussed. It would­n’t have mat­tered any­way, because I’m the worst actor in the world if I’m unpre­pared. If I have a sto­ry or mind­set planned out before­hand I can act per­fect­ly, but if I have to think on the spot my mind just freezes. The hard­est part of a sit­u­a­tion like this is that I’d feel like I was tak­ing advan­tage of a girl (albeit false­ly), which is some­thing I don’t think I could even pre­tend to do.

The Habits Of An Aging Cat

I’ve been told that Dolly has calmed down now that I’m here. When it was just Nick and Allison, Dolly would jump on them and jump off right away, or go scratch­ing things like crazy. Or if they left to take out the garbage, Dolly would come crazy meow­ing at the door when they got back five min­utes lat­er as if they’d been gone anoth­er week. I had to comb her for a while, and must have removed about 10 times the hair I nor­mal­ly do. She’s back to her old self again, except she seems even more affec­tion­ate this time, with the head­but­ting and the lap nap­ping. She seems to want to keep track of every­one now, so she’ll only sleep where she can see every­one, such as on the couch arm if we’re in the liv­ing room, or at the junc­ture of our rooms if we’re in there.