Right now I'm sitting in the library enjoying a nice cup of Joseph and the ambiance of students who know how fucked they are for exams this week before spring break. I had the shittiest Italian class today. First, we have an exam tomorrow, yet somehow we had a quiz today? Of course I'm not prepared Renee Ann, I wasn't even there yesterday much less did I do the writing assignment you gave us one day for the night before a quiz and two days before an exam. Fuck you. And also, for the exam tomorrow, I want the anal probe with the abnormal bulges, not the one with the spikes, thanks. And, to boot, one of the many good looking girls in my class cut her beautiful hair which I liked to ogle. Great. Seriously, the girl had the hair of mid 80's Farrah Fawcett in her prime, and it's just not the same.
On the plus side though, I am getting excited for spring break. I've got some big plans, I get to visit my little big sister whose studying abroad in Galway, Ireland right now. I start by flying out of Chicago O'Hare Friday night, via Air India (bangerang), into London where I have a 9 hour layover. Luckily, an old friend of mine from the Yacht Club, Kerry Donovan, is studying in London now, so I have someone to hang out with while I'm there. Saturday night I fly out to Shannon, IE to meet Katie. We'll spend the weekend in Galway and then head to Dublin for a flight to Barcelona. The next week will be spent riding the hot Eurorail from Barca to Sevilla, Lisbon, and Madrid, getting a feel for the Spanish and Portuguese culture. And drinking, too. It really is a very busy trip, but Katie and I enjoy a good adventure.
In other news, Philip Seymour Hoffman has fallen ill. After Zach and I noticed a few weeks ago that his belly didn't shed right, I eventually called the Veterinary Teaching Hospital at UW for an appointment last Friday. He does indeed have dermatitis, a condition that basically came from bacteria in his substrate (the fake bark shit I put on the bottom of the cage) because it was too moist. The vet knocked him out and removed the bad scabby scales, and now twice daily Zach and I put a topical medicine on his belly. He also needs a shot of antibiotics every three days, which I have to give him. He will be ok though, and it was a lesson in using the right equipment in his cage. A lesson which cost more than the snake and his cage combined. Sweeeeeet.
I've been spending a lot of time on YouTube watching time-lapse videos, where people take pictures of themselves every day of the year and then put it in fast forward to music. They are pretty cool and remind me of those sweet time-lapse videos from junior high science with flowers blooming and wilting. Yes, I have kissed a girl before, and no, I'm not counting my mother.
Almost by accident, I went to two concerts this weekend. On Thursday, I went to the Umphrey's McGee show at The Orpheum. I bought the ticket months ago with a friend who is a much bigger fan, but I'd liked what I heard and enjoy going to concerts, so it was a no brainer. And, as expected, the show featured just as much the band as one of the native tribes of Madison, hippies. I've only been to one other show at the Orpheum, which was Yonder Mountain String Band in the fall, but I knew what to expect. I like jam bands and I am a big fan of hippies, but when the two meet in the Orpheum the whole is not equal to the sum of its parts, and I mean that in a less-than-impressive way. The concert turned out to be awesome (more rock than they normally do I guess?) even though people looked like they were about to pass out everywhere. For a band that has been touted as the next Phish, they lived up to the hype.
Saturday was a very long day. A friend of mine had his brothers in town so a couple of my teammates and I went to Reno 911:Miami on Saturday morning. The movie was perfect considering a.) the shape we got ourselves into after a long Friday night, b.) the movie cost $2.50. We played some baseketball and frisbee, ate some Jade Garden, then had a few beers before a free concert at Union South featuring Girl Talk and Man Man. I'd listened to some of Girl Talk's stuff, but was by no way familiar with what the show would be like. Man Man was like carnie music on percussion crack, but had a few moments of brilliance. Girl Talk was absolutely tight. Girl Talk is a guy named Gregg who mashes up everything from Romeo to Elton John to L.C.D. Sound System into some really sick tracks.
Since he only uses a laptop to set up the music, the entire stage is fair game as a dance floor. Not just the stage either, but literally everyone there was dancing with no remorse. Probably one of the best concert experiences overall, even though it only roughly qualifies as a concert rather than a dance party. As icing on the cake, turns out Ted Leo and the Pharmacists are coming to UW in late April! Chew on that, bitches.
In all the weekend was very pleasing, especially leading up to spring break. The best part is, I absolutely do not have crabs, no matter what anyone says.