Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

How I spent my winter vacation: Friday

Friday the 21st of December was Game Day at DeVry. Not sure quite whose idea it was to let gamers have access to games on the network and in most of the labs, but Adam was busy cut-and-pasting pics for an advertisement for the DeVry wallpaper, and I recognized his spelling on the paper ad in the classrooms. He had CD's burned with downloaded demos of many popular games, quite a few nice first-person shooters and so forth, and it was a much-anticipated event. He volunteered to keep the Cholla lab open two hours later than scheduled, just for gaming. Administration apparently had no problem with this.

Votania and I showed up at school early with Nephew for a bit of a Yule celebration with Darkside. We'd hacked together a nice bit of filk on the walk to school (Nephew is growing up fast; he's already embarrassed to hear Mommy and Auntie filking sometimes) and when Darkside finally arrived, we sang it for him:

I love Yule
Yule loves me
We're a witchy family
With a great big tree and a blessed-be from me to you
Won't you say gods bless me too?

Darkside turned bright red.

Votania and I had collaborated on our gifts for Darkside. I'd gotten him a tarot deck, the Dragon Tarot (the same one that Votania and I have and like the most), and circumstances wound up so that Alan got him a crystal pendulum keychain. From the way the keychain fit in his hand and looped over his finger just so, I'd say that Votania was dead-on when she mentioned that the crystal had said that it was intended for Darkside. Votania had gotten Darkside the book that goes with the Dragon Tarot. I made sure he opened the gift from me first, so he'd still be surprised by the book.

Darkside is still head-over-heels for Votania. You can see it in his eyes, and every motion he makes near her is, as ever, focused on her. Anyone who has been convinced that he could love me has never seen the way he looks at her. All the universe of his love has been bound up in her, and until he finds the way to unbind it, he's forever hers, whether she wants him or not. (She doesn't want him, not that way.)

When the intensity of it got too much for me, I folded my hands together and put my head down and stopped responding to queries from the outside of my head. I tried to concentrate on rebalancing my own energies, but the overwhelming feeling of loss was just too much. I didn't cry. I couldn't. There's something vastly wrong that feels too huge for my present skills to contend with. I need to find the right angle of attack, and when it's shoved in my face, it overwhelms me....

I messed around online looking up useful computer information rather than hacking away at my C++ project directly. I feel that it was worth the time spent, gaining a greater understanding of the universe at large.

C++ class was fun and informative. I can't remember everything that was discussed, of course, but I always adore that class. Ron gave out one of his trademark unannounced quizzes, and the class groaned -- and then started giggling when reading the questions. It was a quiz so preposterous and silly that the only way you could fail this quiz was

a) on purpose
b) not speaking/reading English
c) not having a sense of humor
d) not being in class.

That last, of course, was the reason for the quiz.

Among the questions was "C++ is:"; among the answers for that one were "a) a programming language", and "d) a way of making your head explode".

I know I missed one question -- the one where he asked that we write our names IN BLOCK LETTERS (or in small letters, or in a combination, or in Roman Numerals). I wrote my name in the Elder Futhark.

Accounting class with the inimitable Van Zwol was up next. He also had an attendance quiz, something we'd covered in class:

"Bad" is defined as:

a) bad cells
b) exploding cells

At this point, one of our FA's, Bryon, quipped loud enough for the entire class to hear, "Van Zwol's spelling," as Van Zwol had been having an inordinately difficult time spelling "exploding."

c) Bryon's grade
d) All the cells in your body exploding at the speed of light

The answer is the Ghostbusters standard, D.

Van Zwol's class let out early, and I meandered to get my paycheck from work.

Statistics was a game show variety activity, with silly questions, and a few extra credit points (for showing up) as prizes. My group tried valiantly but came in at fourth place out of six groups.

After Statistics, I wandered to the Cholla lab to see what was up with Adam, and to see if teenagewitch had shown up.
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