My life has slowly gotten on track, and I've formed a familiar pattern of school work and social life.
An average weekday would look like this:
7.30-8. 00 am. In the dawn of time the amoeba lives safe, warm and without any higher mental activity under it's comforter. After repeated auditive stimuli it slowly crawls to the bathroom.
8.00-8.20 am. I''m staring at the neanderthaler in the mirror, stumbling into the shower and afterward emerging as an evolved cave man.
8.20-8.35 am. Grunting I'm scoping down oatmeal as breakfast, brushing my teeth, and forgetting to brush my hair as I head for class.
9.00-9.50 or 9.30 -10.45. First class. Either math or computer science. I hand in homework on Fridays and today I got the first one back with a sticker on it, 35/35 :-D. It's so elementary school!
until 12.30 pm. Break. Studying. I bring my laptop (Marvin) to the library and study, now I'm writing a discussion on whether computers can think or not in AI. Surely, having a depressed computer called Marvin makes me partial in the debate (BTW look at http://www.naute.com/images/evolutionofman.jpg).
12.30-1.45 pm. Class. Now I'm tired and mostly bored.
After classes I might go to Santa Barbara, grocery shopping or most likely, do more homework. In the evenings I might hang out with the Expressos, usually cooking dinner together. This Monday I went with Youtube and Turtle to the movies and watched the Hangover. It's about a group of friends going to Las Vegas having a blast that they can't remember (did I tell you about our Vegas-plans? The Expressos are planning a trip...a road trip that is).
Today is Wednesday, which means a visit to the recreation center for some exercising. Youtube and Alright came over for dinner and afterward we went to a "wine tasting". Guess who I met there? Do you remember those guys the first day on the beach who invited me to a party? (I actually met them the day after that too and had a hard time explaining why I hadn't been to their party) They were there at the wine tasting! And one of them had been in Sweden as an exchange student and showed off his Swedish skills. We talked about a legendary sea battle (the regatta) and that one of his dormies had been a "hippie" when he was there last fall. This unplanned and unexpected trip down memory lane reconnected small parts of my life, filling me with nostalgia and leaving a sweet taste of home and sangria on my lips.
An average weekday would look like this:
7.30-8. 00 am. In the dawn of time the amoeba lives safe, warm and without any higher mental activity under it's comforter. After repeated auditive stimuli it slowly crawls to the bathroom.
8.00-8.20 am. I''m staring at the neanderthaler in the mirror, stumbling into the shower and afterward emerging as an evolved cave man.
8.20-8.35 am. Grunting I'm scoping down oatmeal as breakfast, brushing my teeth, and forgetting to brush my hair as I head for class.
9.00-9.50 or 9.30 -10.45. First class. Either math or computer science. I hand in homework on Fridays and today I got the first one back with a sticker on it, 35/35 :-D. It's so elementary school!
until 12.30 pm. Break. Studying. I bring my laptop (Marvin) to the library and study, now I'm writing a discussion on whether computers can think or not in AI. Surely, having a depressed computer called Marvin makes me partial in the debate (BTW look at http://www.naute.com/images/evolutionofman.jpg).
12.30-1.45 pm. Class. Now I'm tired and mostly bored.
After classes I might go to Santa Barbara, grocery shopping or most likely, do more homework. In the evenings I might hang out with the Expressos, usually cooking dinner together. This Monday I went with Youtube and Turtle to the movies and watched the Hangover. It's about a group of friends going to Las Vegas having a blast that they can't remember (did I tell you about our Vegas-plans? The Expressos are planning a trip...a road trip that is).
Today is Wednesday, which means a visit to the recreation center for some exercising. Youtube and Alright came over for dinner and afterward we went to a "wine tasting". Guess who I met there? Do you remember those guys the first day on the beach who invited me to a party? (I actually met them the day after that too and had a hard time explaining why I hadn't been to their party) They were there at the wine tasting! And one of them had been in Sweden as an exchange student and showed off his Swedish skills. We talked about a legendary sea battle (the regatta) and that one of his dormies had been a "hippie" when he was there last fall. This unplanned and unexpected trip down memory lane reconnected small parts of my life, filling me with nostalgia and leaving a sweet taste of home and sangria on my lips.
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment