Finals and whatnot

Sup y'all. It's been a pretty eventful week, I registered for classes, took a few tests, and now I'm writing the final page of my philosophy paper. I ended up with a C+ in Macroeconomics, a B+ in Spanish, I'm pretty sure I'll get an A in Latin American Studies, and I'll find out about philosophy in a few days. Overall, this semester wasn't too great academically, but oh well. Three of my classes fulfill requirements and my GPA didn't take too big of a hit.

I'm pretty excited about next semester, though. I'm taking Spanish Conversation and Composition, Spanish Grammar and Writing, History of Ancient Philosophy, History of Ethics, and Islamic Philosophy. I'm really stoked about History of Ethics, because ethics are way interesting and because the professor is a really cool German (I'm pretty sure) guy who has an awesome accent and got his PhD at Cambridge. It should be pretty kickin'. I think it'll be fun having a semester with only classes I want to take.

I'm gonna head up to Arkansas tomorrow around noon. It'll be rough being in a place where it's not still t-shirt weather most days. I probably haven't had to wear a jacket more than 20 times so far this year. It should be pretty cool hangin' out with the Blackman guys for the next week or so. I'm not sure what the internet situation is like in Arkansas, I hear it's still pretty novel technology up there, so I might not post with my regular timeliness.

What I did 11 days ago

So the Friday after Thanksgiving I was hanging out with my homies, and my friend Katie was like "hey Ross, I heard you want to get your lip pierced." I was like "well yeah I actually do I think lip rings look pretty boss." So she was all "well dude, let's go get our lips pierced, dude." So I was like "hell yeah man" so we set out to find a piercing place.

Turns out it's not too hard to find people willing to stick needles in your face in New Orleans, and after an hour or two of searching we settled on Pat's Blue Ribbon Piercing in NOLA Tattoos. Pat seemed like a cool guy, and I was pretty sure that I would look all kinds of sexy with a lip ring, so I went on back into the piercing room and laid down on the operating table with all my homies watching. Pat grabbed my lip with some pliers and shoved a needle through it, followed by the ring. It hurt, kind of like you'd expect it would.

I got up, looked in the mirror, and realized an important point: I looked way stupid. I always thought lip rings looked badass on other people, like Tom Gabel and Davey Havok, but I'm just not as cool as those guys I guess. So the next day I took it out. You can't even tell where it was on the outside. I still have a little bump on the inside, but I'm thinking that should go away sooner or later. So yeah, that was my failed experiment with facial piercings.