Tell Us How You Really Feel.

Last night I got ice-sicles in my hair from standing outside waiting for a cab after a much too sweaty dance party. Winter really isn't much fun when there's not snow on the ground. I'm ready for some Spring and would appreciate it if it would stay that way forever.

Despite some doubt that it was actually possible, I've got seven baby sprouts of Love In the Mist flowers growing in a little pot from a kit I bought at Target for a dollar. Who knew those things really worked? I can't wait to put them in a bigger pot when they get big enough and watch them actually bloom.

Statistics, as a class, is all but completely worthless. Thanks to a professor who was apparently voted the worst in the BIG TEN (Not just IU) it is too much work and really not any learning. All of the work is supposively built in to the course to make sure you're doing what you're supposed to, but let's be honest here... I am NOT stupid, and even I feel that this is way too much information all at once that is not actually even being taught to us. The first day of class she made sure to inform us that almost EVERYONE gets an A or a B in her class. What she failed to mention is that this is because everyone does so poorly that there is such a huge curve. Not only does she curve each test individually, but the class itself is set on a grading scale where a 66% is a flat C. I'm not complaining about the ease of getting a good grade in this class, but is all this work not a complete waste of time if I'm going to get an A regardless of what I've learned!?

Pandora.com is probably one of the greatest websites in the short history of the internet. You type in the name of any artist, band, song, album, you name it... and a non-stop playlist will be compiled for you of songs which are similar. You can skip songs, designate songs with a "thumbs up" or a "thumbs down", and even select favorites. The other day I discovered the Pink Floyd channel, which mostly plays Pink Floyd, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, and a few other oldies/goodies dispersed in between. It was absolutely fantastic.

I have yet to really comprehend why I feel the need to clean our apartment from top to bottom when friends come to visit. It all inevitably ends up even dirtier than it was before within a few hours of people arriving. The saying really is true that nobody notices cleanliness unless there is a lack of it. This is unfortunate.

That's all for today.