I haven’t eaten with anyone since the wedding last sunday. This sucks. I don’t get alot of purely social contact. I think it was wednesday evening that I played scrabble with jane and roommate. (must convince Jane to join lj. I’m feeling a clay-ark-ian urge to assimilate.) I might also have hung out with Tom briefly last night. Other than that, I haven’t really be face-to-face social with anyone other than coworkers, classmates, my instructor, and James (and then only to have the ‘wanting different things’ conversation).
Argh.
I have a new desk. I’m no longer in direct line of glare from the window, my whiteboard is accessible, and I have shelves for my books.
Intense though brief storm today means power is out for much of shadyside, squirrel hill, and east liberty (and probably other neighborhoods as well). One killed by collapse of a roof at kennywood.
Erk.
Stuff.
Watched “El Mariachi” for spanish class. Sorta a prequel for Desperado. Strange, violent, kinda stylized, but not actively painful to watch.
I _really_ have to practice my vocabulary. Grammar, syntax, irregularities, not a problem. Vocabulary? Muy Grande Problemo. Ugh.