So, it's 12:30am, and the girl's still up. I have a class at 9:30. I do the math and it says I still have nine hours of sleep but somehow I'm thinking it won't work out that way. I didn't study tonight. (well, much.) and while I was not studying, a girl from down the hall whom I rarely see came into my room and asked if she could use my computer to see if Debbie Gibson is coming out with a new album. So I said yes, of course, I had nothing else to do. We ended up hanging out for two hours listening to real audio clips of Debbie Gibson songs. I think she still doesn't believe I never heard of Debbie Gibson until a few years ago. I certainly never heard of her when she was popular. I don't think she (the girl down the hall) accepted my explanation of having lead a very abnormal life. Of course, this girl had never heard of Gordon Lightfoot, so one of us was obviously off base. Gordon Lightfoot is music to grow up on, didn't anybody ever tell her that? That is one of my most vivid memories of being little. Waking up on saturday morning with my mom dusting and the sun coming through the windows (so that you can see the dust floating in the air) and the old record player playing "Gordon Lightfoot." They were records. By then you could barely buy records at all, but we only had records. I didn't have any tapes until CDs were more common. "Morning Glory" was always my favorite Gordon Lightfoot song. And the record that that song was on was my favorite record. And of course that is mostly because those were my mom's favorites, but still. While we were listening to clips of Debbie Gibson songs (I recognized the song "Lost in your eyes" I think I might've had the single to that. But I'm told I should know the song "Electric Youth" inside and out and I never heard it before, that I can remember.) [insert pause where author quickly minimizes screen to watch the girl down the hall and the girl next door peel off cucumber masks in her (the author's) room.] I've been giving daily lessons on mp3's, I think. About every day someone comes in my room and, seeing me sitting at my computer, like I always do, they say, "Hey, do you have mp3's? Where do you get them? How do they work" and so I go on about Winamp and ftp and they say, "okay, thanks" and I think some of them maybe even get it. A guy two floors up came down today and installed excel on my computer. We needed it to do a chem lab and we couldn't do it on his computer because his roommate was using it. He acted surprised when I knew what to do. Tomorrow is Friday. Or, I suppose, technically, today is friday. It will be the official end of my first week of my second semester here. Yeah. I'm very excited about this only-four-classes thing. Although technically I'm taking a fifth one-credit class, but it doesn't really count. No research papers this semester. Two term papers, but neither of them involve research. This is a good thing. I like research, for the most part, research papers are fairly enjoyable. Or at least, they would be, if I could have a week off to do nothing but. A research paper on top of classes and quizzes and tests and other term papers is just way too much. Well, at least a good research paper is. I realize that this is making very little sense and is very disjointed, but that happens when I get tired, I think. I've been going to dinner lately. Three days in a row, to be exact, with two girls in my hall. (The two who were not involved with the cucumber masks.) I'm trying to be a social person, I really am. Although I think for the most part I'm out of my league going to dinner with two girls who put makeup on to go to eat in the dining hall. I don't even own any makeup to put on if I wanted to. Although I probably should get some, in case I ever want to. Yeah. So Chemistry involves too much memorizing, but I'm not dropping it because I've never taking a science class before and it seems like something everyone should do at least once. And Chemistry seems to be at the hard end of the spectrum so I'll start there because then I'll have taken a substantial science. (as opposed to an unsubstantial one.) the girl from down the hall who likes Debbie Gibson was encouraged by me saying I liked her. (I really did like her. I was surprised.) and she (the girl from down the hall) decided she wanted to hear some Ani. I tried. Up Up Up Up Up Up was sitting out, so I put that in first. She asked if there were any slow songs. I played Everest. She asked "What kind of music is this? Is this folk music?" and I explain that yes, for the most part, I think, sorta, and go on to talk about how I consider Sarah McLachlan and Tori Amos and Melissa Etheridge folk musicians and she said "Sarah McLachlan? Maybe her early stuff but not the one.. what was that one? before the last one." Fumbling towards ecstacy. "Yeah, that's it! Not that one." and I say I sure think that one's folk music, (in as nice a way as I can, of course) and she said "is it? I don't think so. It's not like this." I took that as a sign that she didn't care for Ani. That, and the fact that she didn't sit through one whole song. She listened to the first verse of several and kept flipping. I tried to talk her into trying Little Plastic Castle, because it is more radio friendly and a bit more pop-y, I think, but she said she had to get ready for bed. I guess ani isn't for everybody. On that note, the girl needs to go to bed. Political thought, 9:30am, I plan to discuss intelligently the first half of Plato's Apology. Or at least say something. Once. Maybe. (I have trouble speaking in class.) Oh, one more thing. Go check out Metajournals I got linked to and quoted in the latest "Interconnected Lives." Of course, it couldn't've hurt that I e-mailed her and said, "hey, check out these entries!" but I wasn't entirely self-centered about it, anyway, I sent her links to the [insert break to hurridly minimize window and open a new window to give more detailed instructions involving how to download Winamp.] links to the Treacle Well and a couple other sites she didn't end up linking too. Anyhow, she quoted me on Clinton, which is funny because my opinions change so often I'm not even sure I still agree with what I said then, but I suppose it doesn't matter, since it's what I believed then, at that instant in time when I wrote that. Yeah. If he has any more trouble with mp3s it'll have to wait till tomorrow. It's 1am. Somebody should go to sleep around here.