Delusion-Elle

Before I make my lunch, wash my hair, and work hardcore on my CPSC assignment, I'm gonna blog.

So today was a fun day. Kinda. As fun as a school day (especially Monday) can be. I did my CPSC labwork at home so me and Serena ran around looking for the oh-so magical MUSIC LIBRARY.

But alas, it evaded us. D: On the way, we discussed a great many things. We discussed Clara Schumann, the OUCH-MY-FRAKKING-EARS quality of lots of "new world" classical composers (circa 1900-present), piano majors, CSI, and a great many other things I've forgotten. But on our epic journey, we also learned about each other. I learned that she sees colours with numbers, and she learned of my sound/colour weirdness.

Hm. Okay. And a bit of weirdness that I have noticed for a week now.
So in my CPSC lecture, there's this (cute, kinda baby-faced, white) dude who, last Monday & Wednesday, chose to sit 1 or 2 seats away from me. On Monday, his friend came 20 minutes late and sat between us. That might not sound too weird, but this is a class of 100+ and he didn't sit (kinda/not really) with me two weeks ago -- it just started happening last week. "So what happened on Friday?" you maybe asking. Well, on Friday I have a discussion far far away right after CPSC so I sit at the very back. So I sat down at the back, right by the door. And then I saw that dude sit down kind of near where we usually sit and he cranes his neck and starts looking around. I don't know what that means. I can assume a great many things, but I won't.

Right. So today is Monday, which means I have CPSC lecture. This morning in lecture, I sat in roughly my usual spot (sometimes I switch between row 5 and 6) and lo and behold, guess who sat down 1 seat away? Yeah, that's right. And then his friend came in maybe 5 minutes later and sat between us. But I totally saw his friend trying to look either at me, or at what I was writing (which was a combination of lyrics/prose). Again, I don't know what to make of this -- NO ASSUMPTIONS, NO, BAD BAD.

What I DO know is that that dude and his friend are hilarious. Like seriously. For one of the examples in class, our prof asked for another name for a counter variable (a variable that counts how many times an action is done) and they yelled, "COUNT CHOCULA!" I don't think that I've laughed this hard during CPSC ever before.

AND this dude is smart. Seriously. This CPSC assignment that I'm struggling over, he was DONE last week. I AM SO JEALOUS.

So I guess the questions currently on my mind are:
- why the crap is this dude suddenly sitting within 2 seats of me?
- was he looking for me (holy crap why?) on Friday?
- can he help me with my assignment? (pretty please?)
- will I ever be able to play the guitar as well as Dr. House? D:

TIME TO WASH MAH HAIR.