My power cord extension glows orange. I don't know how to feel about that.

My classrooms are all neat in that every chair has an outlet near it, but those outlets are in these little cubbies in the tables. The adapter on my computer cord is attached to the actual plug, so it's hard to wedge it in there. I bought these outlet extenders so I can plug it in without blocking the other outlet but the damn things have little LED lights in them that light up when it's plugged in. No where on the package was this mentioned!

I think I'll use the green one as part of my subtle subversion of all the blue and maize around here. I bought a MSU shirt yesterday when I was in Lansing. It's not that I have a lot of school pride when it comes to sports, but there is this perceived idea that MSU is not as good a school as U of M and I should somehow be ashamed of it. To which I reply, excuse me? I got a world class education at MSU, it turned out to be the best choice for me. I'm proud to be a Spartan, even if most of the time I don't even know what the score is on sports. I'm also glad to be here at U of M. It is also an excellent school, and my program is one of the best in the country.I'm most proud of the state of Michigan to have such two awesome schools.

I still don't like the yellow though, although my reasons are purely aesthetic. I look horrible in yellow.

 Third week of classes! I am still struggling to get into a rhythm mainly because this is the last week for my old job and I start my newer, more awesome job next week. Quitting was tough, but I think it's for the best.

I've noticed that people have started to clique off in classes. I still haven't really made friends yet (though it's not like I've had time outside of class for that) although there are perhaps options? My group is pretty neat and I think we can be friends. But an assigned group isn't quite the same as an organic friendship, yeah?

Because I am starting a new job I asked my mum to bring me down my passport/green card as well as some other essential items (such as my raincoat and coat, baby it's getting cold and rainy outside). I decided to 'entice' her by saying "we can go to whole foods!" Well it turned out both she and my dad came down (also it turned out I didn't need my ID docs... oh well) and we went to Whole Foods.

My mother had never actually been to Whole Foods so as we walked in I was trying to explain it to her "there is a lot of organic and natural stuff," I started with. She flipped out over the price of the produce (which, even though it is organic and/or 'local' it ridiculously overpriced) and then we wandered past the seafood bar. Finally I settled on an explanation to describe Whole Foods: "it's where rich white people shop," because Whole Foods is a privileged person's store. I then started to walk away to check on something and heard her mutter "well I am that." True mum, so true.

She and my dad discovered the wine section and fell in love, and I ate some yummy mac and cheese from their hot bar for lunch. I picked out some items (not a lot) and she paid for them, as well as their two cases of wine. I heard them making plans to visit me agian for the sole purpose of going back to Whole Foods' wine section.


Then we went to Trader Joe's, which was a bit underwhelming but I got some promising frozen options (paid for by my mum) and then finally to Meijer, where I trailed behind her as she put stuff in my cart, like broccoli and cauliflower and all the ingredients for taco salad. I think she operates under the assumption that I live on a diet consisting solely of carrot cake and junk food. Which is NOT TRUE, especially since J and I have a pretty good relationship in which we cook meals and share (I made chili! Like with actual meat and vegetables and stuff! It was TASTY! J even thought so.)


I love my mum. A $150 worth of groceries and toilet paper (the good kind, with ripples, vs the cheap kind I usually get) for me. Which is a nice savings, because damn do those kitties eat a lot of their expensive kitty food.

Speaking of which, I have to take Lola to the vet. Again. Poor baby. Poor my wallet. :(