Now that we've all got a few weeks of the semester under our collective belts, I figured that a real update would be prudent.

Things are going fairly well this semester... I can't really say that it's all i've hoped for, but eh... I'll survive. It could be worse, after all. Just the same as last semester, my roommate is driving me nuts; the only difference is that this time he's even more of a douche. You see, over break, he went home and when he came back, he was proudly toting the "bible" of this sort of seduction cult called "The Game". This book was replete with selacious strategies for bedding women... just the sort of thing an infrequent showerer with a massive lip piercing needs... :-p. For the first few weeks of the semester he was with some less than reputable girl who happens to be in the same psychology class with me, and was thereby never in our room. This was, naturally, a welcome change to my living situation. After a while, though, she lost interest for one reason or another, and they broke it off, and now he NEVER LEAVES.... talk about a shock.... I was so happy... Not having to do crazy things to get him to stop snoring in the middle of the night was kind of nice, however, as most of us well know, all good things must eventually die. I'll just take it a a divinely cruel joke. I've started planning next year's living situation with my best collegiate friend, and I can't say i've ever been happier looking forward to a new situation. Things will be undeniably great.
As far as the class situation goes, this semester has left me with quite a bit to be desired, unfortunately. I wrote a letter to my advisor and was like, seriously, wtf? This place is supposed to be one of those "public ivies", ergo why on earth is my grammar better than that of my 3rd YEAR SPANISH TEACHER??? My dutch class is proving to be more and more of a bore, however i'm getting through it as my classmates are finally beginning to understand the finer points of Dutch Grammar, which at face value is quite easy, but when delved into, can prove to be quite intricate. Russian class is perhaps the most annoying, and it has nothing to do with the quality of the teacher, but more so with her lack of control over the students who do nothing but chat away the class time that we're paying for. I finally blew up in their faces yesterday as they were talking during a listening exercise. Serves them right, and I belive wholeheartedly that this is the first of many occasions where these fools will need to be shocked back to focus by some of the more mature members of the class. My psych class is the only one that will be offering me a real challenge this semester, and i'm finding it really enjoyable, though a bit harder because I didn't really come into the class with an intense interest in the subject matter.

I think that's really all that needs to be said... Ask questions and i'll answer them.... maybe.