I don't think anybody that I know reads this. I know I told one or two people last year. People who read this probably have a completely different view of me than other people. I know that I do have some readers, the counter is always increasing! Normally I don't like random comments, but today's your chance! If you're reading this let me know who you are, especially if I know you. I don't really want to make friends on this whole tblog thing, but the curiosity has struck me like it might strike a cat. In the mean time, enjoy my occasional posts! Or make fun of what a little dork I am, it's just the internet after all. Just remember, I'm a 20 year old dork now!
These computer guys (that I was once aspiring to be) need to hurry up with this whole AI thing. That way I can have my own personalized robot to do my homework for me. Once it gets me through college, it would know everything I would need to know, so then I could let it be me, while I go do whatever I want. And some people say machines doing a man's (or person's if you want to be politically correct) job is a bad thing!
okay, not really. Honestly, it's just a blog. I don't know if my professor for "The Short Story" could fit more into the cliche old-lady-literature-teach er. Not only does she teach over the top of her spectacles, but she's got the fist-on-hips-with-elbow-p rotruding action down pretty well. I have a class with a deaf professor, so instead of watching a sign-language interpreter sign for the deaf students, the interpreter speaks for kids like me who can hear (they use a microphone so they can face the front of the room and still be heard). The interpreters generally work in pairs so they can trade off and take breaks. So this is how it goes down. The lady currently speaking begins to cough. Noticing this, the professor stops signing. When the interpreter passes the mic to the other, the professor starts back up saying, "Sorry about that, I lost my voice for a second." And there's my longest entry in quite a while. Hope it's not too much to read.
Racquetball and badminton are two of the coolest things ever invented. Cooler than hotdogs even, which isn't too tough, because hotdogs aren't really as cool as many people seem to think. The best part is when you feel like a cross between a person playing racquetball or badminton and a ballet dancer. And you can't forget about the lesser known pickleball!
