I changed my schedule around. I dropped my Springboard class, and picked up German Film. I am surprisingly excited about that class.
Work today has been slow (as it usually is before 8:00AM). When I got here, the stadium lights were on, and everything else was dark. It was a treat.
I got an A on my “Sex in the Postfeminist City” paper. I was worried.
Jose gave me some good feedback on my budget and proposal for his class, and he thinks that I should shoot Flea Market. I think I might. I need a crew…?
I’m still very upset that the smoking ban passed. Last night was the last time that I will leave a bar in Ohio smelling like smoke. While this makes a lot of people very happy, I will miss the smell of LIBERTY in my jacket. Do I like smoking? No, not really. But as a non-smoker, and believer in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, I say a big fat no to smoking bans. Smoking in a privately owned establishment should be the choice of the business owner. Now I’m waiting for the fatty food ban, and the eventual outlaw of cigarettes all together. Goodbye personal freedoms, it was nice knowing you.
My Wednesday night was spent celebrating the end of my Fall semester. The Projector staff met at BW3. (Sadly, John was unable to make it.) After a meal with the staff and Angel, Kyle took me down to The End Zone (a hotel bar that features karaoke every Wednesday and Thursday night.) Josh Womack celebrated his 24th birthday and end of a great run at BGSU. Did he sing Van Halen’s “Jump” without a shirt on? Yeah. He did. High kicks? Check. Were strobe lights involved? Uh-huh. Did I want to cry because I am going to miss him? You bet.
ZOX played at Howard’s, and we were a bit late, so we missed the first half of their show. I am extremely disappointed that I missed “Anything But Fine,” but they played some new songs, and the new album seems very promising.
Good things are coming this weekend. Two of my very best friends from home are coming up to (and also Katy, who is not from home, but a good friend, anyway.) A Christmas party with good friends at Kyle’s, and Marie’s birthday at our place. Hopefully our neighbors won’t call the BG police with a noise complaint.