(And shout-out to my girls, Alyssa and Kelsey. Love ya, dearies!)

I have thirty minutes before lunch, so this is another quickie.

Tonight’s Rosh Hashanah—my first real attempt to visit temple since I’ve moved here—and tomorrow’s the Alpha Xi Delta cowboy dance party. Then, I have various errands to run and homework to do, making for a busy couple of days.

I’m also a smidgen worried about my first year seminar. As it turns out, I’m a B grade comic artist (NOOO) and I have tons of reading to finish before the semester’s worth of homework is complete. I already finished my Rhetoric curriculum’s reading (both recommended and required), but there’s still much to do for Art History, including an appointment with the Writer’s Center and Works Cited page for my essay.

So. Much. Stuff.

Aside from that, my friends, Kat and Kristen, created a crumpled paper-pet for Rhetoric. They tried to sell it to me yesterday, but since we can’t have pets in the dorms (save for goldfish, which would die in my care anyway) I declined.

It was a shame, though. It was cute in a quirky, mismatched eyes, random-daisy-popping-out-of-a-spinal-column sort of way. It would have made a cool pet.

Also, in response to a commenter, I spoke with Zach today his morals and the horrible things he could have done while I was gone for Labor Day weekend. He stopped by for a second and I asked, “Hey, Zach, would you hang my underwear to the door if I were gone?”

(The plants were fine, by the way. He watered the bonsai and majestica like I asked. They were a little brown, but the orchid blossomed, which was nice. He added ice cubes to the soil like I requested and even refilled the tray.)

Response: Shock and disgust.

“NOOO.”

“Somebody commented saying that.”

“I don’t want to see anyone’s underwear.”

“Alright then.” I typed our conversation on my computer. “I’ll defend you.”

This sentence is Zach’s official defense. I hope you’re happy, Zach. /thumbs up/

Yesterday, I also spoke with my Rhetoric professor about the recommended reading (Stiff, Mary Roach: a book about cadavers and how they become crash test dummies, medicine, fertilizer, and other amazing and useful things).

“Remember the part about the brains?” I asked. “They can be detached from the body and they live in a state of permanent memory.”

“Well it depends on your definition of memory. There’s physiological memory and memory as society interprets it.”

“What do you mean? Do they differ vastly?”

“Physiological memory is literally memory running lines through your brain. It’s like when military airplane fliers permanently ingrained the way they’re supposed to land on the docking station. If they come in from the wrong angle, they can drive their plane straight into it.”

We talked airplanes, memory and elasticity. I like how I can learn things at college even when I’m speaking recreationally.

Aside from all the stuff I’ve yet to finish, college is pretty awesome. You can have dance parties at midnight, watch free foreign films, buy physically impossible pets and do a ton of random, cool things.

It’s nice, and I love it bunches.