well, i'm back from class. hoorah. or something. we watched this interview clip with artists and we were supposed to write down what they said about censorship and deadlines. that kind of stuff. but no one talked about that. and somehow russia and communists ended up in the discussion. liz and i looked at each other and were like "um. what?". so we asked the prof and she wasn't helpful.

damn. i forgot to get that ru486 tape from liz.

i haven't written my story yet for that class. and i haven't turned in the assignments that were due today. they're done, they're just sitting in my backpack.

so, i was doing some thinking (yes, i do think. suprise.) and i realized i've had some teachers over the past years who have been a little.. crazy. not like pyscho-stalker-homocidal crazy. but like one teacher i had for a semester freshmen english and mystery/science fiction/fantasy/and horror (that was the actualy name. it was usually refered to as "that one class"). she was nice, but you'd ask her a question and she'd stare off in space for a minute before she wandered off. and she was almost always smiling.

so crazy teacher wise, there's her, my english teacher from sophmore year, a math teacher from freshmen year (she let us go outside and do our math. if you knew the class, you'd know that wasn't really the smartest thing to do.), my humanities prof from this summer.

and thats not counting my sexist english teacher from junior year. he wasn't crazy, he was just an ass.

but, whatever.

i'm listening to some piano music played by my grandma's friend. it's really good. we have two of her cds. it has some swing, jazz, blues and soul.

i wish i knew how to play the piano.

.wigglestick.