30 minutes to kill. Go.

I've got a little less than thirty minutes until regularly scheduled Tuesday maintenance is over. In case you have no idea what I'm talking about, every World of Warcraft server goes down for a few hours Tuesday morning for a scheduled maintenance period and is unavailable until 11:00 AM Pacific time, which of course is 2 PM here. This is a bit of an annoyance, because I came to the library and set up my boyfriend's laptop (which I have sort of adopted as my own, as he has done with my iPod) specifically in order to level my new orc warlock, Roxzan. Roxzan is a name I created based on Roxanne, which has fairly recently (over the last year or so) become my favorite name. In fact, if I have a daughter, I plan on naming her Roxanne Nicole. The name Roxanne means "dawn" in Persian, or something like that, but I don't like the name Dawn. With my genes and the probable father of my future children's genes, there's a high likelihood my children will all be brunettes, and Dawn seems a more appropriate name for a blonde. I don't know why Firefox seems to think "children's" and "blonde" are misspelled. Forgive me if this post rambles a bit, I'm really just writing a stream of consciousness thing until WoW's back up. Anyway, I think I must have pulled a muscle on my left side, right under my arm, near my ribs, because I feel a constant yet faint pain in that area, and at times there is a sudden jolt of pain that hurts like a sonofabitch. At any rate, it's better than yesterday when I had recurring, violent hiccups all day long, from right before my Spanish class at 11 AM until right before I went to bed at 12 AM. My other problem today is that I have been extremely tired. I totally passed out in Humanities II today. Of course, nobody really gives their full and undivided attention to the art lectures, because they're just not as full of information as other lectures, but I usually pay a fair amount of attention because I'm actually interested in art. However, I guess Rococo and Anti-Rococo art are enough to put me right to sleep. After that class I went to the student union, fell asleep there too, and almost decided I was too tired to go to Tae Kwon Do, but changed my mind at the last minute. I almost wish I hadn't. My shirt today was rather low-cut, and in the techniques we were doing today we had to grab each other by the shirt. I was originally paired up with my instructor, but he switched me out with a guy. Gee, I wonder why. I felt a little creeped out... I mean, why was he looking there anyway? Nah. The guy's got a wife and kids, he probably just didn't want to embarrass me or do anything that might have seemed inappropriate. He's a respected martial artist and a Christian (not that being a Christian means much in the way of sexual morality these days, if you'd watch the news) and I'm sure he just didn't want to accidentally facilitate a wardrobe malfunction. I really wish we didn't have to partner up with a different person every time. I would rather work with my friend Jamie. She's so cute and funny and she goes to conventions too, if you can believe that. Ugh. Oh God, the guy who just sat down at the next table over smells awful. It's not B.O. per se... I think it's his feet or something. Ew. I've only got about five minutes, but somehow I just know they're not going to have Firetree up exactly at two. It's funny, the names of all the realms have something to do with the story behind the game, but I have yet to find out just what Firetree and Moonrunner (the realm my boyfriend and my friend Matt made their Alliance alts on when Firetree was down for a while) have to do with lore. I haven't encountered it in-game yet, so I guess I'll just have to look it up on WoWWiki. Well, I think I'll go get a turkey wrap.

The time has come, the Walrus said, to talk of many things.

     I met a very nice woman today. Apparently she's the grandmother/chauffeur of a student taking post-secondary courses (college courses taken while in high school in order to get a head start) at my university. What possessed a grandmother to sit at a table with a girl wearing a black T-shirt that depicts Shakespeare as a zombie and says "Alas poor Yorick, I ate his brains" I'll never know.      Another thing I'll never know is why men think that extremely skinny women are attractive. I can understand the allure of a fit, toned body and a flat stomach, sure, but I mean women who look like Betty Spaghetti, with arms and legs so long and thin they look awkward. We watched a video of Kristin Chenoweth's performance in the operetta Candide in my humanities class today. She's just unusually lanky and thin. Not that she's not pretty, but she just has such an unusual shape.
     I'm debating whether or not I want to give blood today. The Red Cross is having a blood drive over at the rec center, and you get free Chipotle for it, and besides, I'm able to donate again. The only problem is, is a free burrito really worth the nausea and near-fainting I always get when I donate blood? The only time that hasn't happened is when I donated blood at the actual Red Cross center in Akron, because they have the appropriate training and resources to take care of you properly there, more so than at the various other locations at which I've donated (the Chapel, the rec center, even at the Stonehedge bowling lanes once.) Besides, I didn't have a nice big breakfast this morning the way I usually like to when I give blood. I just had a Jimmy Dean sausage, egg and cheese bagel (they're smallish), some mandarin oranges and some Crystal Light. I did have two cheeseburgers last night, but I think I'd rather make an appointment to go with my grandfather when he donates next. It's cool hanging out with my grandpa like I used to when I was a kid.
     I've been thinking about freedom and liberation a lot lately. It's amazing how much more freedom women have in countries like the US or the UK than they do in many others. I was thinking yesterday about how I always feel ugly because my hair is frizzy and I still struggle with breakouts on my face. But then I realized that in many Islamic nations, women have to cover their hair and face with a burqa, so I have no room to complain. Sometimes I feel that women are still controlled by men in some ways, or at least not respected as much as they should be. That feeling might have to do with the fact that so much of the music I listen to is written and performed by feminists.