Bottled Sky

Yesterday I went to see Spider-Man with a couple of friends. It was definitely a fun movie. My favorite scenes are…

1. all the scenes that had the editor guy in it (He’s such a funny son of a gun!)
2. the last scene where Spider-Man was swinging from building to building (great shots of Tobey Maguire's very cute butt)
3. when Peter suddenly turned “puppy-dog” when MJ noticed his blue eyes for the first time
4. and the one where he was trying to figure out how to shoot web from his wrist (”Up, up, and away, web!” — I was laughing so hard!)

But I think it safe to say that the guys seated in front of us at the theater liked the wet scene best. It was kind of hard not to notice since they were practically howling! Hehehe

And today my parents gave me my first tennis lesson. I'm not really sure if I learned anything, but I do know that it will be a good 5 days before I regain total control of my right arm functions. So it’s probably a good idea for me to stop typing now. Yup. Ouch. Bye!

…because this is probably going to be a very long post. I want to make up for not being around this past couple of months. In other words, this post will most likely contain at least 2 of the following: (1) lame excuses for not making even a little peep for so long, (2) complaints about having so much to do and not having a single minute of free time, and (3) tedious ramblings about the horrors of stoichiometry and a rather annoying professor. There, you’ve been warned. Here goes

I am now officially not having fun in Electronics and Communications Engineering. I rue the day I wrote “ECE” on the application form. I didn’t know then that I was signing up for torture by Triple C — Calculus, C Programming, and Chemistry. I have major exams in all three subjects in less than a week and I have yet to figure out how to compute for limiting reactants or composite derivatives without taking up an entire hour and a week’s worth of sanity. My only desire right now is to get myself out of this all-original-Nikki-made mess by getting myself into the course of my dreams, Visual Communications (don’t ask why I didn’t choose that course in the first place because that would be a whole new rambling). The problem is that I have to maintain a respectable GWA and pass an audition (VisCom is under Fine Arts) to finally rid myself of ECE hell. At the rate I’m going, I barely have a prayer of passing C Programming, let alone Chemistry. And let’s face it, I can’t draw! Sure I can churn out cutesy little doodles of girls and puppies, but as far as having real skill goes…well, I’ll be out the door of Bartlett Hall before I can say crayon!

Ugh, enough about that. Let’s move on to the good ol’ shallow chitchat of which I have always been a master. We finally got around to replacing the old computer monitor. It had been in pretty bad shape for an entire year before we finally got sick of squinting all the time (the display would begin to blur out after 15 minutes of use and 2-inch caps would hardly be readable). My dad wasn’t able to install it right the first time and I had to put up with everything being a sickly shade of green while writing the code for a C program that was due the next day. It’s a lot closer to normal now, save for the fact that it appears to be on an abnormally high contrast setting that makes everything look terribly garish (especially my site). Well, at least garish is better than green, I think. We also finally got around to reformatting the hard drive and got rid of all the junk that had been accumulated over the span of 4 years. I guess it’s kinda like the equivalent of a bypass surgery in computer land. Unfortunately, it seems that a couple of settings got screwed up, so right now it can’t access the floppy disk drive. Who knows how long it’ll take before we get around to doing that?! What can I say? We’re lazy and unlucky when in come to these computer stuff.

Speaking of unlucky, remember that award I won? Well, they lost the trophy. I gave it back to them backstage for engraving and I never saw it again. We followed it up for about a month before they told us that they couldn’t find it. They did send me a certificate of acknowledgement, though…unfortunately, my name was misspelled. It says “Nicole Brione” like I’m italian or something. *Sigh* I’m not really angry or anything, I’m just a little disappointed. I mean, that will probably be the only trophy I’ll ever win and I never even got a chance to get a good look at it, much less kiss it, hug it, and go to bed with it. Oh, well It’s just a chunk of glass and I probably would’ve broken it anyway.

Well, I’d really better be getting to those Chemistry books now. I’ve rambled long enough, don’t you think? All I really wanted to do was let you guys know that I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth or something. So bye! Have a great day and see you in…let’s see…March? Hehe

I turned 18. Yup, that’s right folks. I am now of legal age. That means that I can now legally

1. be tried and convicted as an adult in a court of law should I commit any felonies,
2. vote in the next election (not that I would actually want to, considering that, in this country, politicians who are not cheating, stealing scumbags have become increasingly rare), and
3. watch R-rated movies without having to tell ticket girls some lame story about how my ID got stolen by a band of rabid monkeys just when I was about to approach the ticket window.

So for those and all the other wonderful reasons I didn’t get to mention, I say, “Yay for me!”

I went to see Rent with my parents yesterday. It may have been 3 quarters of an hour late in starting, but It was still a really great show. The cast members all had amazing voices and the audience actually complied with the “turn off your cellphones” rule. The latter was mostly due to a girl from the production crew who got up on stage before the show started and said something like, “If you notice that your seatmate still has his/her cellphone on, simply tap him/her on the shoulder and politely say, ‘Excuse me, rude person. Please turn off your cellphone.’ And if s/he still won’t comply, then just raise your hand and point to that rude person and one of our ushers will be happy to escort him/her to the city jail.” Haha! That goes out to all you rude cellphone addicts out there.