Okay, so it's official.  Now that school has started I'm less bored and I'm bound to offer some humor from school :) all right, so in Film Analysis, we recently finished the film The Gold Rush starring Charlie Chaplin and I found it to be surprisingly good.  I enjoyed the movie.  It was enjoyable.  And it was also the first silent movie we saw, so that was amazing.  Actually, it wasn't really silent.  The 1925 version is, but Chaplin re-released the movie with music and voice over narration.  So it wasn't really silent.

Now I'm interested in seeing other Charlie Chaplin films, as well as some other silent movies (like with Buster Keaton.  Apparently, he's a silent film star as well and he plays this character that's always straight-faced even in the most dangerous events.  If I remember correctly).

All right, in Physics, we're doing a lap that involves a motion sensor and all these wires and an old laptop, right?  And we had to share a laptop, so the lab involved eight people.  Eight people all around the desk.  There's just two girls--me and Karina--and the rest are boys.  And all throughout the lab no one helped Karina and I.  The rest (which were basically the boys) were all clowning around, not doing anything except copying the graphs.  And then when it was time to put away the equipment, it was just Karina, this other fellow, and me.  No one else.

Yeah, sure, that's great.  We have a lap involving eight people and not one of them offers to help me set up the laptop, set up all the other stuff.  Okay, maybe I'm seeing too much into it, but would it kill them to at least put stuff away?

Off to do some homework.

EDIT: Forgot to add, this week has also been sad.  For me.  And others as well.  (If you know then I don't need to explain it to you.  If you don't, go read the newspaper.)  I always watched The Crocodile Hunter show when I was young and for him to die is just so surreal to me.  He was so bright and vibrant it's so hard to imagine he's not here in this world anymore.  And then it makes me pause and think why it had to be him, exactly.  Like John Ritter or John Spencer, why did death have to happen to him?  He was so vibrant; he shouldn't have deserved to die.  Death is so random and painful as well.  If the world were right, no one should have to experience death.  Everyone would be alive (well, all the non-evil people) and everyone would be happy.  Instead, death/circle of life/whatever decides that there just has to be this thing where the good people die and the bad people live.  I hate death. 

Okay, so it's official.  Now that school has started I'm less bored and I'm bound to offer some humor from school :) all right, so in Film Analysis, we recently finished the film The Gold Rush starring Charlie Chaplin and I found it to be surprisingly good.  I enjoyed the movie.  It was enjoyable.  And it was also the first silent movie we saw, so that was amazing.  Actually, it wasn't really silent.  The 1925 version is, but Chaplin re-released the movie with music and voice over narration.  So it wasn't really silent.

Now I'm interested in seeing other Charlie Chaplin films, as well as some other silent movies (like with Buster Keaton.  Apparently, he's a silent film star as well and he plays this character that's always straight-faced even in the most dangerous events.  If I remember correctly).

All right, in Physics, we're doing a lap that involves a motion sensor and all these wires and an old laptop, right?  And we had to share a laptop, so the lab involved eight people.  Eight people all around the desk.  There's just two girls--me and Karina--and the rest are boys.  And all throughout the lab no one helped Karina and I.  The rest (which were basically the boys) were all clowning around, not doing anything except copying the graphs.  And then when it was time to put away the equipment, it was just Karina, this other fellow, and me.  No one else.

Yeah, sure, that's great.  We have a lap involving eight people and not one of them offers to help me set up the laptop, set up all the other stuff.  Okay, maybe I'm seeing too much into it, but would it kill them to at least put stuff away?

Off to do some homework.

EDIT: Forgot to add, this week has also been sad.  For me.  And others as well.  (If you know then I don't need to explain it to you.  If you don't, go read the newspaper.)  I always watched The Crocodile Hunter show when I was young and for him to die is just so surreal to me.  He was so bright and vibrant it's so hard to imagine he's not here in this world anymore.  And then it makes me pause and think why it had to be him, exactly.  Like John Ritter or John Spencer, why did death have to happen to him?  He was so vibrant; he shouldn't have deserved to die.  Death is so random and painful as well.  If the world were right, no one should have to experience death.  Everyone would be alive (well, all the non-evil people) and everyone would be happy.  Instead, death/circle of life/whatever decides that there just has to be this thing where the good people die and the bad people live.  I hate death.