It's All About the Benjamins

Jump to Comments You know, sometimes I wonder what Latin means to people. I mean, think about it– what do people actually know of it? I mean, there’s little pure bits and pieces of it thrown ad hoc into English, per capita, ipso facto, et cetera. But, like, there’s “Latin” in German, stuff I’ve never seen, like numerus clausus, which is someting to do with collegate admission limitation. But, like, nobody in English would use that, they’d use the anglicized loanword phrase I did to define it. Welcome to Other Languages Odinstags, or Multilingual Mittwoch, or something.

I really, really wanted to stay asleep this morning. I mean, I went to sleep at 2230 or 2300 and woke up at 0640 or so, but I really didn’t want to have to get up and go to school. Even as I write this on my palm pirate I’d rather be at home, sleeping. School doesn’t really preoccupy me anymore, I’m not really sure why. I know for a fact, though, that I hate February. It’s a dumb month– it’s too short for any real holidays, the days are short in these Northern Climes, and there’s not really anything to do, or to be done, for that matter. I also think the placement of Valentine’s Day during this month is exceedingly humorous, as shorter days and lower temperatures by themselves have been proven, at least in Scandinavia, to drive up the depression and suicide rates. I guess that’s why the Zoloft commercials are so rampant, hehehehe.

After school I putzed around on the intarweb and then went to church. Bah, I’d kind of forgotten about the fact that the course material for this quarter is Creationist science. I think I’ve talked about this in the past; I don’t want to touch upon it again; it’s a fun idea and all, but in all reality it has no bearing on anything I care about. Furthermore, judging by yesterday’s comment from Nazzy, I really did end up making that whole post about religious whatnots, so I think I’ll stop the actual talk about ideology here. El Baile didn’t bother showing up, because he’s apparently sick or something, which is most unfortunate. Well well well, Zack and Megan and Molly and Yakko and such were there, so no big deal. Eventhough they went to Starbucks or something afterwards, and I didn’t because I lacked, you know, THE TRUCK. Bah, and double bah. Just a random thought– if I were a girl, I’d probably wear the same type of stuff that Molly does, not that anybody ever needed to know that. Why am I even leaving that sentance there? Too much crack! Nobody knows!