Ha.

The one fun thing about all the bullshit.  I've let all this anger and stress bubble up to the point that I pretty much just want to kill everyone around me.  After I do something like that, there is a saving point.

That fuckin' rant!  Once that shit gets unleashed it's like God or the Universe or any of the other names for the great unknown just looks down and goes, "Oh.  Whoops.  Here you go."  The bone gets thrown and I'm in the midst of a fabled "good day."  

In spite of not having finished all of my homework for Japanese, I enjoyed being in class.  I turned in my paper, which is always proud, though this was even more of an auspicious occasion (in my head) since I actually turned it in on time in spite of the fact that I wrote it last night in a bit of a hurry.  I've also found that the information I'm learning in that class is sticking pretty well.  At the very least, when she handed out hiragana quiz one by mistake (we were supposed to take quiz 2), I started breezing through it.  I failed when she first gave it out.  On top of that, we'll begin giving presentations next week.  Actually I won't.  The professor made me and the person last on our class roster (alphabetically) do a rock paper scissors match to determine whether we would start from the bottom of the list or the top.  I won, so I will be going last, which suits me great.

History is always fun for me.  I like hearing about it.  The class is just reaching the point where the professor asks questions of us, like why indentured servants had a higher mortality rate than actual slaves.  I think once everyone is comfortable enough to talk, it'll be a really interesting class. And I like the professor a little more every class.  The only thing that makes me sort of cringe is that he always talks about certain practices of the past as though all of us liberal youngsters would be scandalized.  For instance, he made a sort of deal about the French being fur traders, joking about how we must all think it's terrible that they just killed all the little animals just for some fur.  Which is silly.  Leather meant protection and warmth.  There's nothing wrong with that and no one is gonna say "Oh, poor bears and beavers!" or whatever he seems to think is going on in our heads.

Well, I wouldn't anyway.   In any case, I find it more comical than offensive, so that's just another reason for me to enjoy the class.

So yeah.  Props to the universe for not being a total asshole today.