the pizza man, Jerry Garcia, and other stories

[theladyrose]

People really can be very generous. I ended up talking to one of the pizza servers in the Science Center for a good length of time and ended up giving me a free pizza slice. And then he gave me another becuase the original slice was cold free of charge. Being my paranoid self, I was a little uncomfortable with his asking a few personal questions (age, current residence) but reassuringly enough he's married and has a son my age and did remark that he wasn't trying to be a dirty old man although he does like Asian women (although this could be a reverse psychology trick. Hmmm). He offered to take several friends and me out around Cambridge to all the "hot spots," which was rather nice of him. But I politely declined, saying that my parents were coming to visit and that I would be spending a lot of time with them in the next week, which is true. He was terribly nice about it and said that he understood, that he would be a little worried if someone asked his son something similar. Needless to say I know where I'm going to get lunch more often now.

I had my first journalism class this morning. My instructor seems to be quite knowledgeable about her field but nervous about teaching; she's a former lawyer and investigative reporter for the Boston Herald, so she does seem somewhat nervous about instructing a class of 15. There are four undergrads, one grandmother, and several foreign students from Greece, France, Turkey, China, and Korea. There's also a guy named Charlie who's in this class as well as my behaviorism seminar, so I might try studying/brainstorming articles with him sometime as he's in the dorm across from mine. There's a fair amount of reading to do for the next class as well as a few short writing assignments, which I like. I prefer having to write several short articles rather than doing one long boring one about a topic I'm totally ignorant. Would anyone happen to be a Jerry Garcia fan who'd like to tell me a little more about him so I can write his obituary?

Oh, and the floating molecule by the Science Center staircase is actually a peptide, and the little metallic ball things that I thought represented electrons are actually supposed to be hydrogen atoms.

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Re: Aaah, it won't let me log in!

[horosha.livejournal.com]

You could pay them to fight to the death. The initial loss would easily be made up by the betting pool profits. Plus, as ringleader you'll also be able to auction off their dorms after the fight. No matter where you go you'll never escape idiots. Might as well put 'em to good use (I'm sure the legally blonde boy would make for excellent archery practice).

Go to Target tomorrow and pick up a camera. I demand pics!

Re: Aaah, it won't let me log in!

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

Whoops, sorry, I think that the Greek girl is in my behaviorism seminar and the Turkish girl is in my journalism class, so I don't think they'll be seeing each other anytime soon. But I could be mistaken; there might also be one in journalism as well. I'll have to double check tomorrow morning.

All of the idiots are convinced that I have an accent. I have absolutely no idea why. I'm wondering whether or not randomly swearing at them in Slavic might shoo them away?

Hmmm, archery practice. A pool stick would be more practical for clobbering, though. The possibilities are endless...

My roommate has a digital camera and wants to take some pictures of me and Sophia and of Harvard, so perhaps I can get her to take those soon.

Re: Aaah, it won't let me log in!

[horosha.livejournal.com]

Is the Greek girl cute?

I'm not sure what to tell you about the accent. There has to be a way to exploit this though. Say your parents were both Esperanto so you were raised with English as a second language.

Whenever I think of pool cues I think of that scene from Shuan of the Dead where they're beating the zombie on beat with Queen. I'm not sure why. It was a good movie, I suppose.

A digital camera? Yes! Satisfaction is only achieved through instant picture gratification!

Re: Aaah, it won't let me log in!

[theladyrose.livejournal.com]

She's fairly nice looking, I think.

I tell people that I first learned English from my mother who spoke like a BBC announcer, and during my many trips when I was little to then-colonial Hong Kong I was surrounded by the Asian-British accent. It's very distinctive, although I personally don't recognize those speech patterns in my own voice.

I haven't seen Shawn of the Dead before. I should, prolly.

I have to go find a cheap digital camera, but my roommate, Danielle, promised to bring her camera when some friends and I go into Boston tomorrow. That should be exciting.