knives out

Midterm week is over and I survived – well, mostly. I bombed my PSYC 201 midterm; the score is too vulgar to display here. But that's OK. I'll easily redeem myself on the final, and I'm confident that I will ace the two written assignments. I anticipate ending the class with an A. My poor psych midterm performance can be blamed on the A&P 102 midterm, which was the obvious priority going into this crucial week. Obvious because finishing with an A in A&P 102 is an absolute must. To do this, my calculations require an 85% on the midterm and final; a 90% on exam three; a 100% on the six remaining discussion boards; and 90% on the five remaining lab quizzes. On Friday I pegged an 85% on the midterm, so goal accomplished on that end. Regarding my third class, ENGL 211, no worries there.

On Saturday Panda Bear and I saw Paranormal Activity. Going into the theater I held some high expectations for the film, thanks largely to the incessant hype churning through Twitter. The film provided a good scare (actually, quite of few); however, I was hugely disappointed that the film failed to meet my expectations, and, looking back, I'm not sure if any film could have satisfied such rabid anticipation. I'll keep the film's secrets away from this space, but I will say that, as I watched the flick, it was difficult to avoid unconsciously comparing it to The Blair Witch Project. Aside from the classic Blair Witch, here are five frightful flicks for October: Halloween; Halloween III: Season of the Witch (Season's
synth-tastic soundtrack is a personal fav as well); Poltergeist; Requiem for a Dream; and Jacob's Ladder.

Although I don't want to spend any unnecessary time or energy on "the roommate situation," I've got to get a few things off my chest. First, relations certainly haven't improved; in fact, they have deteriorated further. And that's OK, because I realized some weeks ago that any semblance of a friendship evaporated months prior. When a man realizes that the relationship with his girlfriend is progressing into something more serious, he changes, he matures. He realizes that living in a shit bachelor pad is neither cool nor attractive – especially when he is over 30 years of age. I don't expect my roommate to ever realize these things because his disgusting habits and inconsiderate behavior will prevent him from establishing a relationship with any respectable woman. And the sad thing is I don't think he realizes that his actions are objectionable. Or maybe he does and simply doesn't care. Honestly, I don't know where his head is. He is 34, 35 years old with no discernible goals, and while I utterly despise living with him now, I realize that when we part he will no longer be a figure of loathsomeness, but a figure of pity.

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