Why don't you go frack yourself
I finally got around to finishing the second season of Battlestar Galactica (yeah yeah yeah, I'm way behind, screw you). I'm getting addicted to it again, though I think I'm going to try and space out the third season so I don't get overloaded with it (which happened when I watched all of the first season and most of the second season in the span of about a month last Christmas). I love that show though...it's done really well and I love most of the characters (how you doin', Number Six?) and it's totally nerdy and dorky and totally up my alley. The fact that Lucy Lawless is in it doesn't hurt, either. I'm excited because I actually get the Sci Fi channel, so I can watch the fourth season when it airs. I haven't watched a TV show actually on TV for a long, long time, so that will be most strange.
On Monday I had a test in geology, and today I had a test in my Spanish conversation class. In both classes, everyone was bitching and moaning about how "hard" the tests were, though I thought they were both pretty easy (we graded the Spanish tests in class afterwards and I got an 86, while most people got between 40 and 60.) I never really used to study at all, the first time I actually started studying regularly was over the summer, which mysteriously happened to be the highest point my GPA has ever been, high school or college. Strange how that studying thing actually works....
So yeah, basically I'm on a roll with the grades thing right now. Fuck socializing! I'm becoming a nerd in every sense of the word. If I'm not reading Halo novelizations (I picked up the Fall of Reach from the library today), watching Xena or playing Final Fantasy, I'm poring over my box of rocks or reading about bloodthirsty Spaniards. Woo! I rule.
I've also been totally getting down with some Radiohead lately. "Fake Plastic Trees" for the win.
