The Chelsea Chamber

The Energy and Eccentricity of Fridays

Vive les weekends! I am done classes for the day and for the next few days to come. Having had Fridays off last semester, the fact that I have class from 10 straight through to 2:30 this semester is a little irksome, but I do have Mondays off so I suppose I can't complain. Classes were nice today; I really do simply adore my French class. I have missed taking French so much. I won't, however, give an account of today's classes, because (first of all) none of you really want to read about that, I'm sure, (second of all) I don't especially feel like writing about class at present, and (thirdly) I am far too energetic right now to recount such matters.

I will, however, say that my psych professor makes me so happy. His vocabulary and manner of speaking are contagiously invigorating. The way he phrases things and the words he chooses to use fill me with pure, geeky, English-major delight. For example:

"Lions, my friends, are titanically boring."
"...And by 'natural,' I don't mean biotic, organic -like tofu!- kinds of research."
In describing various patterns on scatterplots: "You can have all your points nicely lined up like this [demonstrates]... or you can have all your points nicely lined up like this [demonstrates]... or you can have a BIG, AMORPHOUS CLOUD OF POINTS [demonstrates, this time involving the flailing of limbs]... like this."
"Women who are smarter tend to have higher social status, so they don't have to dress like hos to get respect."

Teeheehee. So that is my psych prof. I think that class will be entertaining. If he says anything else worth noting I may well convey it at some point. We'll see.

It has been unseasonably warm here in Ottawa for the past few days... consistently above zero, I believe. This would not be so bad in itself if it did not cause the Rideau Canal to be closed. I want to go skating! The necessity of bundling like an Antarctic explorer just to go to class doesn't really bother me anyways, provided I can skate. Grr. How am I supposed to hone my (very limited) skills if there is no ice for me to fall on? Haha- actually I have yet to fall skating this year, despite the fact that I haven't skated in ages... but that was another post, so I won't go on about that. I just want the ice back.

Mandi is rather sick and I have a touch of a cold, but since tidying my room, for some reason, I feel infinitely better. Funny how that works; perhaps I really am the clean freak Amanda accuses me of being. Oh well, it's better than the alternative, I say. Anyways, I think both Mandi and I felt good about going for yummy breakfast together. Hash browns rock my socks.

Emma and Ryan are arriving in Ottawa today to visit Ian, so it will be nice to see them. I have nothing extraordinary planned as of yet, apart from some serious Alexander Pope reading and other school-related obligations, but I am certain something will materialize. The weekend has scarce begun, and I am filled with energy and optimism at the prospects before me.

Here's a question: why is my surname not as interesting as 'de la Rochefoucauld'?

In any case, though I am sure I had something else to say, I'm going to finish here lest I get to rambling terribly, as I am ever so wont to do. It is time, I think, to put on some loud music and to give someone a hug. It's Friday and I hope we're all feelin' good. If you need added incentive, perhaps consider the random antics of The Happy Poster Project: (http://www.bloggerheads.com/happy/)



Forgive me if I've been overly eccentric. I'm in that sort of mood.

Happy Friday the 13th everybody! Put on your lucky underwear and have a great day!

Flourish. Exit Chelsea, Stage Left.

posted by Unknown @ 4:29 PM