Music o' the Entry: "Ganja Ganja", Guerillafinga
This is the greatest song ever, and I'm not even a stoner. Heck, I actually never smoked anything in my life, ever, but this song is still great. And this is all the result of the computer lab and mp3.com, which I've mentioned before here as a hotbed of...weird stuff.
Anyway, as today was the first day of the new quarter, I am pleased to present my report and perceptions of the first day of classes. My laughingly weak schedule (it's bloody near time) consists of the Geography of Childhood three times a week, History of the Ancient Near East every day, Japan Today twice a week, and Fast Fitness whenever I feel like it. Here's the rundown:
Geography of Childhood: A human geography class with about eight people, mostly geog majors whom I'm familiar with, taught by my fantastic wonderful fabulous advisor, Dr. Warren, who I have an unhealthy admiration for and the occasional supa-gay dream, because my subconscious needs a good purging. And because it's a Dr. Warren class, it's laid back and actually interesting-I'm so sad it's only three days a week, I'm going to see if I can become her TA or whatever. Oh, and it's at 10:00 AM. This is the latest starting time I've ever had and it's beautiful.
History of the Ancient Near East: Not sure about this one yet. The professor, like that of all history classes I've taken here, is taught by an old guy who'll be retiring following this quarter and who wears a suit every day. The class is relatively small and seems to mostly consist of history/anthropology/archeology people who all know each other; it's one of those classes where I'm most definitely going to be the youngest person present. The professor has a deliciously dry sense of humor and he just seems like a cool old guy who likes old dead stuff. Like the Sumerians, they're awesome and dead. It seems like fun, lots of reading, but I can dig it. I hope.
Japan Today: It's everything I thought it'd be and more. This is not necessarily a good thing. I was, however, surprised by the distinct lack of people from my Japanese classes...and the fact that the class was full...of strange folk. Of course we have the requisite "Japan is so great! Japan is god's gift to everyone! Japan is flawless and sugoi (pronounced in an atrocious fashion)!!!" super-otaku who I could literally feel Matt keeping from attempting to murder, the kid is painfully annoying. If you've had a Japanese class, you know who I'm talking about. It doesn't really matter which school you attend, that Annoying Otaku Guy is always there. Argh. Aside from that, I'm not entirely sure of my teacher's ability to actually teach a class in English; I'm relatively certain it's a new thing for her, and she seems...unprepared, and slipping into Japanese randomly. Which, while okay for me, is not for everyone else. We'll see what happens, this class has me fretting...can't wait for the FOUR HOURS OF DISCUSSING THE JAPANESE GOVERNMENT. GUUUU. Still, it could be worse.
The end, Fast Fitness won't be discussed for obvious reasons (such as taking it for the fourth time), but suffice to say I will regain my rocking toned self and emerge with self confidence and biceps regained. God, my retarded neighbors are out smoking loudly again, I'm going to be pissed if I find more used cigarettes in front of my door. I should start loudly playing Wesley Willis, but I think either "Whoomp (There It Is)" or "Baby Got Back", will do. That or the old theme song from the Ninja Turtles cartoon, which I somehow manage to hear that song every day thanks to WinAmp's not-terribly-random random playlist thing.
A group of the Japanese kids went to Seattle this weekend and Koshi, as promised, came back bearing a giant bottle of C.C. Lemon, bless his soul, and a bag of hard melon candies. He tragically couldn't find any melon soda (and once again I was denied my beautiful melon at Red Lobster Friday evening, for they can't make virgin melon margaritas and they actually check ID there. My family would not purchase such a thing for me, even though it's fricking Suntory Midori Melon Liqueur, high class stuff and the real deal. SO CLOSE YET SO FAR.) but I love my lemon soda dearly and am vastly pleased. Speaking of Seattle acquisitions, Kenji was part of the entourage and picked up a book entitled 愛と幻想のファシズム (roughly Love and the Fantasy of Fascism) about a Japanese guy who wants to become Hitler. I've never understood the Japanese obsession in general with Nazi's. That country gets weirder every time I look at it.
Everytime I listen to Evanescence I like it more and want to go karaok for about six hours. MOO.
What the heck is up with B'z? I'm so confused, are all of those songs old? I suppose Gackt's done it before, but...for all curious, go look at the Oricon charts.
Ah well, it's bed-time for me, I get up at the shining hour of 9:00 AM to go rock my face off exercising and then proceed to my one class for the day. This quarter is unbelievably awesome. Oh, and happy April Fool's Day or whatever, there's nothing of the sort on here due to my hatred of the holiday which is due in no small part to myself being relatively humorless and literal to a fault.