Today was the start of a new quarter, a new leaf in the tree of my life, another page in my book of bad analogies.

As I don't have class until noon on Wednesdays, I got up around 9:30 and baked some bread. It actually turned out delicious, so I brought a fresh hot loaf to my Greek professor. I believe she enjoyed it very much.

It was good to see my Greek class again, as I'm used to seeing them everyday. It's a very intimate and cozy environment and we all know each other very well. We went over our finals, then turned them back in. It's a ritual that is pretty much the only legal method for us to see our finals, something to which only Dr. Bulman adheres.

Speaking of awkwardly phrasing sentences to avoid common grammatical mistakes, I then attended my English Grammar lecture. Dr. Haynes seems like he should be less than boring or disorganized, although the book is apparently pretty awful. I was informed of this by Cari, who is the TA for the class. She had no idea I was taking the class until she did the usual glance-around-the-classroom-to-see-if-you-know-anyone survey and caught my eyes. Her own ones lit up.

We sat through a lecture of the history of grammar and the English Language, which was pretty unbearable for me, a student of the Greek Language. I had to hold back from asking questions like, "Would that be comparable to the genitive case?" or "How does that relate to the periphrastic structure?" to avoid becoming the guy everyone hates. Should be fun.

After class, I had a little chat with Cari as she trotted to the bus, where I branched off to go get lunch at the MU. Since it's heavy textbook season, there was a huge line at the bookstore, so I checked my bag to avoid doing that later. I ran into Keiz, so I talked to her for a bit about English 46C, then some other things. Apparently she's putting together a pot luck in honor of Cesar Chavez Day, the only stipulation being that no one bring grapes (he boycotted grapes).

I got my burrito (it was delicious), then went to the bookstore to get some notebooks and paper. I was a very good boy and did not buy anything else. But I came close.

Running off to Classics 10, Ancient Myth, I met up with Bocce outside the lecture hall. A friend from Greek, she is also the reader for the class. Inside, we found Allison Loveland, Jaina, Rasmi, Summit, and Nicole, so we had our little Greek posse in the middle of the lecture hall.

Dr. Rundin is a spaz. Something happened in the middle of the lecture that made all the lights go off and a huge (enormous) projector screen descend, so he sort of freaked out, then continued the lecture in the dark. It was kind of weird. Also, he tie was backwards for most of the lecture and it bothered me.

For New Testament Greek, Dr. Bulman reserved a seminar room in Sproul, the tallest building in Yolo County. The most interesting thing I learned in that class is that Davis is flat. Very flat.

It was pretty cool to have everyone sitting around a big table though. It was more intimidating, since she could see all of us clearly. Tom was being Tom and kind of creepy strange, but we just sort of ignored him.

Back at the place, I learned there was not enough time to cook the corned beef, so that was put off for another day. I had a slice of my bread though. It was delicious.

I got started on my Greek homework and wondered where all of my textbooks are. That still confuses me.

The three of us went to In-N-Out for dinner, with me sitting quietly as they talked about boring things. Then we picked up Amy, who is always nice to have around. That way it's Brandon and Riddy yakking in the back and me leaning over to Amy and whispering "I don't care." Oh, and singing Schnappi.

Meeting was rather long. It was fun to play with the little kids afterwards. They all seem to gravitate towards the candy bowl, for some reason. I don't know why. Maybe because there is candy there.

After that, we went home and blah blah blahed until now. That means I did my homework and talked to Kirstyn. That was pretty much all I did. Seriously. Blah blah blah.

I'm still pretty tired. School exhausts me.

Lots and lots has happened. I still enjoy my life outside of the internet, which is something new in the past several months. Damon still enjoys telling me that I don't blog enough, which is normal for Damon.

Today was a lazy day. I woke from my slumber around 9:30, which was surprisingly early. After the long car ride back, I was amazed I was coherent at that hour. But I got up and got a move on my day.

Kirsten Kinsella called and let me know they were in town on a tour, so I met up with her, her sister, Katie, and Carli for lunch and to show them whatever else they wanted to see. It ended up being a rather long tour, so my legs were pretty tired afterwards.

At home, I finished my laundry, baked my bread (it turned out delicious, even more than normal), then heated up some pork from two days ago. The bread complemented it very well.

Later in the day, Joe came home. Brandon had been here since morning. The three of us watched the Thomas Crown Affair, one of my personal favorite movies. It's just so great.

That's pretty much my day. Sometimes I like not blogging just to spite Damon.

I think I have a new favorite phrase. "Cock to Asclepius." Go figure it out yourself. Impress your classicist friends.

After a long stretch of busy stuff, my life is calming down just in time for finals. Ew, gross.

The past few days have been full of not a whole lot and getting out of class early because of teacher evaluations. I totally slapped Lucy today on that one. Dr. Robson did well, as did Dr. Bulman.

It seems my life is pretty boring. Maybe I'm just enjoying actually doing stuff. Like eating oranges, for example. Or reading. Not stuff I'm supposed to be reading, mind you. I've been reading my Greek bible because it's awesome. Seriously, it's crazy fun. Try it. Oh wait, learn Greek first.

I think I'm tired and crazy enough to go to bed now.

I should be sleeping right now. This past week has been full of not enough sleep days. I spend my time in a constant state of hazy awareness, taking tests, writing papers, reciting poems. Seriously. But I hope that it all pays off in the end.

Today I got my Greek Bible and Iliad and Odyssey, both translated by Stanley Lombardo, my favorite translator. I think it's definitely a sign of nerddom when you have a preferred translator and get books to have him sign when he comes to visit in a few months. He's just that cool.

I've been eating food. I'm not dying yet.

Seriously though, really tired. I'm just going to go now.

Hey, so it's been a long, long time! Crazy, isn't it? Yeah, I don't really care. I've had paper after paper after midterm after quiz after journal after not enough sleep. And it's still going. I have a final tomorrow, then a paper due Thursday, so it's a little break for me right now.

Yesterday, I baked eight pizzas. They were all delicious, but there were too many of them. It gave me the opportunity to reach out and make some neighbor friends, so I offered some to Brad, Dan, and their roommates, who then came over and hung out for a bit. Nice to have some of my own friends over, who are capable of doing more than play halo.

A few days ago, I updated Rather Dashing, so check that out.

I've been a little stressed out today over due dates and such. I've had a headache for the second half of the day and am rather annoyed at Kirstyn right now. I need to go.

Guess what. I am sick again. This has to be like the fifth time I've gotten sick this year. This is not fun. Something is really messed up this year. I'm not entirely sure what it is, but I think I need to pinpoint it and get it out of my life. Fairly confident it's not Kirstyn, just to throw that out there.

I feel gross. Sometimes my brains like to drool out of my nose.

My throat is really sore from coughing so much. I don't like it.

School was fine. I made it through without falling asleep. Surprising.

Damon is here for the weekend. Here apartment here, for the night, here Davis here for the weekend. The roomies have spent a high majority of their waking hours in the dark, in front of our wall. It surprises me when I see them elsewhere.

I went to another reading tonight. It was pretty interesting. The first girl read a long story about a woman going through a separation and her friend is going through a sex change operation. The second read one about a summer camp counselor who is afraid of bees and water.

I am here now and my nose is leaking.

Celebrate the Manly Month of March by giving up shaving for Lent. I think it's a great idea, even though I have no idea what Lent is. What a better way to finish off Furry February than to kick off the Manly Month of March? Try: sleeping.

Yesterday, I was so amazingly caught up on homework. Today, I seem to be incredibly behind. I have no idea how that happened. I am disgusted.

Lots of stuff has happened, but I have no time to tell it. I am procrastinating from writing one of my three papers due next week, though this draft is due tomorrow. I should get to that.

I bought another bible today. That makes... 5? I think. Except this one is the best translation of all: No translation! I finally broke down and got a Greek copy, which is spectacular. And another copy of the Iliad and the Odyssey, both translations by Stanley Lombardo, my new favorite translator. I think I might be a nerd.

Right. English stuff. Bah.