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i felt like crap last night, even after venting all my frustrations in my journal last night. so i went straight to bed. i had homework due today, but i didn't care anymore, i just wanted to sleep. it's typical cindy behavior, by the way.

turns out it worked pretty well, i woke up fairly refreshed, and i did finish my homework in time to go for class. [and i didn't miss the bus today, thank god.] it was demoralizing doing my homework though, because i knew that my answers were wrong but i couldn't tell why they were wrong. i probably have some huge conceptual mistake that i'm not even aware of, probably due to the classes i missed last week. i didn't think it'd be so difficult to catch up, but it actually is. damn it.

my goofy prof is at it today again, he's so funny. halfway through an example problem, he suddenly talked about diving. about the air pressures, partial pressures, nitrogen, oxygen, whatever else that he was saying, how people can die from erm, oxygen poisoning, nitrogen bubble in the brain, blah blah. i was half asleep during class, so i didn't catch all of it. but he ended off that "discussion" with "damned if you do, damned if you don't." something about how both nitrogen and oxygen can kill you. and then i woke up, but he went back to doing the example problem. ah, bad timing, i wasted my awake-ness on the boring stuff.

after class, i hobbled towards his lecturer's desk, i wanted to collect my graded homework. he shouted at me, "stop!!" i got quite a shock. saw him hurriedly fumble through the stack of homework, found mine, and came over to pass it to me. hahahaa....it's so funny. i mean, if i can hobble to class, honestly i can hobble those 6 steps to get to him. nice he remembers me too, since i don't even show up for his office hours. he asked, "so, what happened?" i didn't really want to tell the whole story of a half-blinded person chasing after a frisbee, so i replied, "fell and sprained my ankle. it's a long story." he joked, "hope it's got nothing to do with alcohol," and then he winked. wahahahaha...was he flirting with me?! tsk tsk, the scandals i live.

i think he's pretty endearing actually, i think i have a soft spot for the goofy kind of guy. awww.

oh yeah, and on the bus today, someone got up to let me have her seat. omigod, before this, i never thought the non-elderly and un-pregnant me would ever be on the receiving end of civil seat-giving-up on the bus. i was very grateful, which should remind me to give up my seat more often in the future.