Test Week
This week is test week, which means there are no classes. I only have two tests so it is not a big deal for me. Certainly not enough to cramp my style. I had my AI test yesterday. The test was a pain but I think I did well enough. It's hard to say. Three problems and three hours to do them never bodes well. My next test is for software engineering, on Friday.
The past week or so has been really shitty weather. It even fucking snowed on Sunday night. Barely any accumulation and all melted by Monday afternoon, but I had hoped to go the whole year without seeing any of that crap. I might have gotten away with it if I had gone to bed earlier and also skipped my morning exam. Probably not worth it.
It was warm and sunny for change this afternoon so I went for a long walk. I should have brought my camera. I saw some neat/interesting/pretty things. Among them were lots of people. I like that about the rare nice days in winter here; the streets are full of humans taking advantage of the weather.
Besides the usual gawking at cute girls and strangely dressed people, I watched a large group of old men in the park playing their old men games. Most of them involve the under-handed throwing of objects at other things. And screaming "Yeah! That's how I like it, the bitch that gave birth to you, paisano!" at eachother when the objects collide. I especially liked watching the "throw the metal tube at the stick" game. I really should have brought my camera.
Something made me think when I started writing this post that it would be a lot more interesting than it's turning out. What if I said I went to the library, too? I'm reading Kafka. I dislike the idea of reading something translated from English to Spanish. I figure, if I can read the original, why the fuck would I read the translation instead? But I can't read German. So that's why I'm reading Kafka.
Okay, so that's not very exciting. I still expect validation in form of comments.
The past week or so has been really shitty weather. It even fucking snowed on Sunday night. Barely any accumulation and all melted by Monday afternoon, but I had hoped to go the whole year without seeing any of that crap. I might have gotten away with it if I had gone to bed earlier and also skipped my morning exam. Probably not worth it.
It was warm and sunny for change this afternoon so I went for a long walk. I should have brought my camera. I saw some neat/interesting/pretty things. Among them were lots of people. I like that about the rare nice days in winter here; the streets are full of humans taking advantage of the weather.
Besides the usual gawking at cute girls and strangely dressed people, I watched a large group of old men in the park playing their old men games. Most of them involve the under-handed throwing of objects at other things. And screaming "Yeah! That's how I like it, the bitch that gave birth to you, paisano!" at eachother when the objects collide. I especially liked watching the "throw the metal tube at the stick" game. I really should have brought my camera.
Something made me think when I started writing this post that it would be a lot more interesting than it's turning out. What if I said I went to the library, too? I'm reading Kafka. I dislike the idea of reading something translated from English to Spanish. I figure, if I can read the original, why the fuck would I read the translation instead? But I can't read German. So that's why I'm reading Kafka.
Okay, so that's not very exciting. I still expect validation in form of comments.










