just finished attending my very first class here (Murder!) the prof is a sweet guy who's probably gay and who you can tell really enjoys the material. he gets this cute half-concealed sadistic smile anytime he talks about how hard the course is. the composition of the class is as interesting as the stuff itself. there are a bunch of people who i know superficially who i'd like to know better, and sometimes the best way to do that is by hearing them discuss. and there's one brave frosh who seems cool -- ross and i chatted her up. so, yeah, so: 1 for 1, i think.

in an hour, i'm going to go try a religion class called Religious Literature: from the Song of Songs to something about Hindu saints. i have three religion classes that i'm considering, and/or stat w/ becca. theoretically i could take 5 classes but it might be a serious pain in the ass, especially since no one is particularly lightweight. we'll see. it would be fun to take religion and stat is necessary at some point to fulfill my last math/science requirement (whahoo!)
last nite our power in half the apartment went out. luckily i was one of the fortunate ones; unluckily, our fridge was not.
before that, i showed joel and becca my bday presents. we blew up the blowup doll, dressed him in a slip and took turns posing and taking compromising photographs; tried to find batteries for the sea-green contraption; and read thru the kama sutra like the mature, experienced adults we are. then we went to see the graduate on campus, which is a tradition, mostly for freshmen and seniors, who cheer and clap everytime benjamin says he has no direction or anne bancroft looks sexy (in other words, often.) i've never seen a better movie about alienation.