That has nothing to do with anything, really. I saw it on The Tick one night and I've been saying it when I get frustrated with my computer and school work because it makes me giggle.

But you came here to find out about my life, and what I've been doing in all that time I spent not writing, I'll tell you. If you DID actually come here to find out WHY monkeys are angry in space, you're going to be disappointed...because I don't know. Ask a monkey.

I have two more Christmas presents to get, and one has to arrive in the mail, but other than that I'm completely done shopping. I got wrapping paper and tags and everything. And even though all my closest friends that I'm getting gifts for have turned out to be Jewish, I'm giving them Christmas presents. It works out nicely I think. I get plenty of time, and they get the Virtual Menorah. I know it's not perfect, and I know all the candles aren't supposed to be lit yet, but it'll be good NEXT Hanukkah.

My roomie is graduating, and hence, is moving out. This is good, because she and I fight constantly, but bad because I need to go roomie shopping. I have had offers for roomies...but they mostly were from male friends looking for a clause in the lease to make sex twice a week a requirement.

Needless to say I put them at the bottom of the potential roomies list. The very bottom. Under "Reasons to Live Alone". What shocked me wasn't that they mentioned that, what shocked me was that more than one person mentioned it to me. Separately.

I am a Sex Kitten, for sure. Go me. Always dreamed of being a Playboy bunny.

I got back a few tests today. My algorithms test was hard, but I got an 80. Which made me very very happy, since I got a 61 on the first one and I was concerned that I might fail the class. That would not make for a very happy last semester. There's only one more test in that class, and I'm not too concerned about it.

I got back my Automata test with a grade of 84...then noticed that I had lost 7 of 15 points on a question which I had answered correctly. Turns out, my psychic abilities were failing that day, and the teacher argued that it was "implied" and "assumed" we should show our work on even the most trivial of questions.

"Name:" -- Since my parent got married and my father's last name is "Semel", and my mother was traditional and took his name, my last name is "Semel". Then, since my parents were going to name me "Robert" if I was a boy and "Katherine" if I was a girl, and I am a girl, and the given name comes before the surname in our culture, my name is "Katherine Semel".

Needless to say, since the question did not state that we had to show our work, I argued with him.

I have never actually been yelled at by a professor in college for stating my opinion before. He got very angry after I made a few very good points and he went back to the same argument over and over. I was surprised by myself. I was civil, I was clear, I made my point with clarity and backed it up with valid examples.

I have peaked. I have had my moment of perfect verbal clarity and I wasted it on a test grade.

Even though I left the room after he started saying things like "Well, I'm grading the final..." and not finishing the sentences in a sinsiter manner (Well, I don't think I can really relate 'sinister' to this professor, he's always been a nice guy...not the brightest crayon in the box on some occasions, but a nice person), I got an e-mail later apologizing for becoming "unjustifiably angry" during the discussion.

And I got full credit on the problem, bringing my grade up to a nice clean 91.

I like winning. It's a good feeling. Especially when I get an A.