There’s a girl in my HEL class who blogs. I know this because she had her laptop open the entire period, you guessed it, blogging (I sit not-directly behind her). I wrote down the blog name so I could see what she was writing after class, but I forgot that blog names don’t always translate to a URL address (see, I was very thoughtful in that regard). Anyway, if you’re curious to track her down, she uses blogspot, and her blog name is “NOBODYS LITTLE WEASAL.” Seriously, if you find it - and yes, that spelling is accurate - drop me an e-mail with the URL so I can leave creepy comments like “what’s the phonetic spelling of ‘malnurtured snay’?”

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I don’t know what posessed some random idiot to sit down on the stairs on the east end of Linthicum Hall and talk on his cell phone, but class-change was right around the corner, and I’m imagine he’s either been trampled into a bloody mess or has been the victim of multiple angry kicks and cursing. Seriously, dude, there are benches in the hallway, and, y’know, a lot of people just sit on the damn floor. You’re a traffic hazzard!

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For a short while, my MySpace page displayed the classes I was taking this semester. After writing posts about Fratiot and NetSpeakGirl — who is on the other side of the Brick as I type this, gah (there’s also someone with a fucking cloak, like a cloak cloak, here too) — I removed those links, which allowed other MySpace users in those same classes to view your profile. I don’t want classmates finding my blog, particularly since I’m writing about some of them in very non flattering ways. There’s an article on the Towerlight about Facebook, and some of the fears I have about fellow students or professors finding my blog I find expressed.

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I overslept a little and got to campus about twenty minutes later than I usually do, which is why I’m parked at the very tip-top of the parking garage, as opposed to Lot 7. Bah. I’ll do better on Tuesday, there’s nothing I hate more than the parking garages. They’re the great and terrible evil!

The Brick at night

It is still a little amazing to me how quickly I can settle into a new routine at school. Whereas I spent a lot of my out-of-class time at 7800 York Road last semester, now most of my down-time is spent at the Brick, a deli eatery located in one of the lower levels of Hawkins Hall. The neat thing about the Brick is that the roof is a giant skylight level with the lower-quad, just past the Lecture Hall. I used to spend a lot of time in the Brick, particularly the last couple of semesters before I dropped out. Last semester I spent no time there at all, and then, here I am, back again.

I joked with Prof M., who I had for “Roots of Rock & Roll” last semester, that I get to campus so early — usually two hours or more before my first class — because I want parking. That’s true, certainly, but I also find that it is easier to do a lot of assignments already at school — I’m much less distracted then at home.

It isn’t always the best study area. Students, staff, and faculty are coming in and out. There’s a lot of chatter. But I find I can tune it out, with a sense of focus which doesn’t always happen in a quiet library setting.

The best part of the Brick is the employees, a gaggle of black middle-aged women, one of whom decided that I look a lot like their former boss, a guy named ‘Tony.’ So now, when I walk up in the morning for a bagel and a juice, and in the afternoon for a sandwich for a late lunch, I get greeted by a call repeated through the employees, “Tony in da house!” I’m still trying to figure out if I can somehow use my resemblence to Tony to get my food for free, but so far, I haven’t had any luck.

Maybe today’ll be the day …