The Not-so-Great War

Productivity is highly overrated. Today I have been to an economics lecture and tutorial (both of which I left more confused than I was when I entered), typed up my history notes, and typed up my public affairs notes. And hey, it's only 5:30! Just look at me go.

The Internet is a bad, bad time-waster, and e-mail is the way that its devilry invades your heart. BAD INTERNET! BAD!

Yesterday night I went rock climbing, which was fabulous fun. I may have to go again just to sort myself out on the 5.9 wall that I tried and at which I failed miserably ("I'm supposed to reach what hold?!"). I did a 5.7 easily, though. The best part was probably dangling upside down, though. You know what was in my head, don't you? Yes, you do. Oh, yes you do: I am Spider-Woman!!!

In other news, we have started World War One in history class. This is very depressing. To showcase how depressing we should find this, Professor Mayer insisted on showing us a grim video full of graveyards and grainy footage of horribly young men being shot down by people they had never met. This, of course, made me cry and people from several directions proffer tissues, which were appreciated because I have run out and am too lazy to go buy any. When I get back, I will go shopping. This will make me a better roommate, also, because I have been very bad lately in terms of eating Indra's fruit and dried mango slices. It is not my fault that they are delicious. And hey, whose idea was it to make a tres ghetto bowl for said fruit, and out of whose old cereal box was that bowl made? Oh, yeah: me, and mine. Don't tell me I'm not a good roomie.