Rabid Jackals Full of Lice.

Ha ha. So. Back to not taking school seriously. Example A: I am writing a paper on The Big Lebowski for English class. There are a number of scholarly articles written on it, actually; so I should have a fair amount of material, outside the movie, to work with. I am supposed to be writing an evaluation essay--evaluating anything, something of my choice. So there it is. The best thing that I could come up with was The Big Lebowski.

So I had a number of very amusing things to write to you about. I know it because I've been writing things down (in my head) all day! I just wish I could actually remembe them when I sit down to write. In any case, I went back to yoga for the first time in three weeks yesterday (I hadn't gone for two weeks because of Academic Travel, then I was sick last week). And sometime during all those missed classes, we went from beginning level to intermediate, I swear. Long story short: you know that woman in the Aerobics class who can't keep up with everyone else? She's always a step behind... can't quite keep up... always a little confused about what's going on and very prone to falling over? Now, let's imagine: Ari is that woman, except instead of Aerobics, she's doing yoga. Yes, I know, I should probably start charging admission. My arms are sore today. At least it makes me feel like I actually accomplished something with all that falling over and whatnot.

In other news, apparently there is a lice scare over at Lewis & Clark and Erin's semi-freaking out about it, although I haven't actually talked to her about it. In better news, a new, more effective method for de-lousing was introduced yesterday. If you would like more information on it please visit: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/11/07/health/07reme.html. Thank you. Apparently it blows hot air and kills those darned lice. Take that! No lice over here in Switzerland, at least not to my knowledge... Hopefully Girasole's not next.

Hmm, Professor Matthews (my English teacher), spent a solid eight minutes or so talking about having a rabid jackal rip out his larynx out today. Then discussing how there should be a newspaper called "The Rabid Jackal," with a drawing of an Irish English poet professor having his larynx ripped out by a rabid jackal. And that is what my English class consists of--wow. I know. Makes for good blogging, I must admit.

All right, I cannot think of anything else so very thrilling to write about. I had a very normal day of classes today, which I sort of wish I hadn't had because I don't feel that I was supremely enlightened... More soon! Miss you, love you, smile :-)