I'm so forgetful

It's really pitiful, I think. Sometimes I wonder if my brain absorbed so much information through high school that it just decided that if I was going to continue down the academic path, it just wouldn't have room to remember the other details. It would have been nice if my brain had warned me of this, I would have prepared for it a little sooner. Maybe I'm just too used to having nothing important to think about and remember besides school. Bah. Enough with the sentiments. Life is about the here and the now.

And let's face it: the red sox are NOW in the ALDS, which is HERE in Boston on Friday (and maybe Saturday) and it's going to be awesome! We're going to believe again, we're going to lay out the palm leaves on the road when the Red Sox march triumphantly into Boston after two games in Anaheim, regardless of their outcome. It won't matter if they lose the first two, salvation will be at hand anyway. What we all fail to realize is that this is the part where the Sox get nailed to a tree and die, only to be reborn in the spring. Perhaps the phoenix would have been a better metaphor. Meh.

Right, I've covered past and future now in my attempt to find something current to slake your thirst for Nathan. Third time's the charm. Today, (alright, a good start already) my classes were more boring than usual. We're talking about something that's boring enough to sedate an angry rhinocerous on an average day. Anyway, it was all I could do for the first three to keep my head from a sploding. Sadly, Ethan can tell you this was too lofty a goal to expect through Computer Organization. Honestly, who can say that ending a day of four classes with 100 minutes of assembly language is any better than physical torture?

Anyway, after I managed to reassemble my head, I had to go to a Psychology experiment. Part of the Psych 101 curriculum requires that all Psych 101 students have to do 4 "hours" of service as test subjects to "experience what research is like first hand." This is quite possibly the most obvious load of bull fed to a group of people since somebody said Iraq had weapons of mass destruction. But I digress. At 5 o'clock, I sat in the ever-sacred psychology department black chairs and waited for my experimenter to guide me to my post. Now most of the experiments do not take a full hour. In fact, most don't go longer than 20 minutes because the experimenters are being forced to perform the experiments just as we are being forced to take part in them. However, my luck would put me in an experiment that would take the whole hour. I won't bore you with the details. Suffice to say that our randomly assembled group of guinea pigs suffered a terrible injustice this day.

After the experiment, I found to my delight that we'd be able to have a reunion of sorts of our dinner club from last year, as, in an amazing alignment of schedules and availability, Lauren, Melissa, Nora, Tellef, Ethan, and myself all had dinner together at Stetson East. *insert awe* Ah, memories.

Afterward, I took Lauren out for ice cream, but that's not for a public journal to know any details about. No siree.