Back at school

Will I ever be old enough to stop caring about being cool? At this point I think I'm no longer even dorky-cool, just dorky. (I'll bet you a nickle no one cool ever even uses the word "dorky.) But anyway I don't care (except that I do) because this is going to be the best semester ever. Here's why:

• I'm taking Chinese, Computer Science, Calculus, Philosophy of Language, and a Special Studies on Child Logic
• I'm a Logic 100 T.A.
• I'm an SAA
• I'm probably going to have a radio show
• I have a comic in the Sophian
• I have numerous interesting people to possibly be friends with, including Jess, Kep, Sarah, Kendra, and Claire, and many more pleasant people to smile at in the hallways.

I wish my classes were starting sooner. I don't especially want to have SAA training. I want to get going!

So wrong

Worst advertisement blunder I've seen in awhile: a commercial for McDonald's during the X-Files episode about a cannabalistic fast-food chain.

Blech.

And, apropos of that, as I sit here with my heart pounding and my stomach churning, I am struck by two questions:

1. Why is it that my deepest fear since late childhood has been cannibalism? (I blame my sixth grade science teacher Mr Lawler, who liked to tell us about the various situations in which our parents would not hesitate to eat us.)

2. Why am I watching this episode, which I knew even before the theme song played would give me nightmares for weeks? Why do I peek in Sin City in the comic book store?

Why do people ride rollercoasters?