Journalism class ended early, leaving me with an hour to kill before Psych 1200. So, blogging.

I am sure the prof thought he was doing us a favor by ending early, but honestly it is a pain in the ass. And not just for me, either. I heard other students  complaining about sudden free time too.

Honestly, it is more like he did himself  a favour. I never realized this before, but being a professor is the only job where going home early can be disguised as a favour done for others. Hey kids, you get to go home early today! And so do I.

So now I am pondering hitting up the vending machine for snax. I love snax.

Right now, I wish I could just curl up for a nap. I am beginning to realize that sometimes I nap out of boredom. That is, quite frankly, pathetic.

Another thing that bugs me about the sudden end of class is that I feel like I was not ready for it emotionally. I am going to miss this class. I might not have learned much journalism, but I had a lot of fun, and we had a really good relaxed group vibe going. I am going to miss my classmates. They are a great bunch of kids. We had a lot of really good, stimulating discussions together, and for me, that’s a potent bonding experience.

That hints at something fundamentally wrong with me that I choose not to explore right now. 

So in a way, I wanted a chance to say goodbye to the class and tell everyone how much fun I had with them. And I did not get the chance.

Underneath all the logic, pragmatism, utilitarianism, and INTJness, I am just a big ol pile of sentimental jello.

Speaking of sentimentality,  Joe, Julian, and I watched a special celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of the classic Charlie Brown Xmas Special, and it was AWFUL. Most of it was these gawdawful songs that sounded like a bitter, divorced, closeted music teacher would force their hapless students to sing in the Xmas Pageant from Hell.

In the Seventies.

I have had a chance to sleep on the experience, and I realize now that all of those songs were actually from various Charlie Brown specials, but most of them were NOT by Vincent Guaraldi. And get this… there are 50 Charlie Brown specials! Good grief! I have seen the Xmas one, the Thanksgiving one, the Halloween one, and (I am totally serious) Flashbeagle.

Oh, and Snoopy Come home, which was seemingly designed to inflict maximum emotional trauma on children. The No Dogs Allowed song was bad enough, but then I learned that children can get cancer.

So that’s five. Meaning that there are 45 that I have not seen. No wonder the quality of the songs took a nosedive. The songs were cheesy,  saccharine, and musically awful. And performed by people I have never heard of,mixed with sad has-beens like, believe it or not, Boyz 2 Men.

That band name has always soundevlike a delivery service for pederasts to me.

The one original song was a song written from the point of view of Charlie Brown as he was deciding which tree to buy, called “Just  Like Me”.

Again, totally not making that up. That is a real thing that actually happened. And it was, somehow, worse than you would think.

Now I am sure the people who made the special meant well, and the idea of a anniversary special featuring songs from all the specials sounds good on paper. And heck, I even liked some of the songs covered, like the Joe Cool song. Just…. not that version of it.

Maybe it was the arranger who was really to blame. I dunno.

Anyhow, not a fitting tribute to a cultural cornerstone, but then again, Charlie Brown never did get the kind of respect he deserved. That’s probably why I am astounded at how terrible the special was, and feel the need to vent about it, but I am not actually mad about it.

I more or less expected it to suck, and watched the whole thing through simply because I have a completion compulsion and that made me feel like if I stopped watching the show, the show would win. Never!

As for the financial update, AFAIK, a check from my sister Anne has made it to the Kwantlen financial office via Fed Ex by now, so by tomorrow, I should be all paid up.

I am really looking forward to it. Both because it will be a massive load off my mind and because I will then FINALLY be able to register for courses for next semester, and the sooner I do that, the better choices I will get.

I am already hard enough on the system because of my desire to take all my courses in Richmond and disinclination towards taking any course that starts before 1 PM. So that already limits my choices. I would therefore prefer to minimize the limitation imposed by time.

Besides, it’s a process I actually enjoy. I love optimization exercises, and that’s how I approach signing up for whatever five courses I will end up taking. Set up tight parameters and then get the best courses I can get within them.

That’s the sort of thing INTJs like me define as “fun”. We’re a strange lot.

And right now I am torn. Part of me wants to take more Psych, despite how much work it can be (and it will only get worse as I go). But the other part wants to take easy arts classes and just coast on through.

My arts degree is pretty flexible, so there’s a fair bit of wiggle room. I love Psych but it makes me do research and stuff. Right now, the idea of courses where I just have to write things sounds pretty good.

Who knows what I will end up with. All I know is that it will all contribute towards my arts degree (er, I mean, my creative writing degree) and odds are, whatever it is, I will manage.

Fuck Political Science, though.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.