Friday

I guess that it's officially Friday now. I have now attended each of my classes at least once. I've also realized a couple of things:
1. Journalism students as a whole are not as intelligent as I previously thought. (Apparently basic algebra scares them.)
2. I complained about not having interesting enough things to blog about because I never saw anyone/thing interesting during my normal day. This is no longer true.
a. I met the Artist - formerly known by an Indian name.
b. I saw a very leggy undergrad driving one of those mini-motorcycles around campus today. It looked like a motorized clown bike. It was banana yellow.
3. Arizona is more like California than I could have guessed. Flyers in the school paper advertised a personal valet service for cleaning your room, bringing bottled water, and doing your laundry. I personally don't want anyone but me touching my dirty underwear. I keep having flashbacks of that scene from Being John Malkovich. yuck.