a chorus of oysters

so, the children’s museum is now the motherfucking children’s museum, but the damn floating opera paper is no longer damned. my professor graded it this morning when i turned it in, and handed it back to me after class with a big, beautiful 97 scrawled on the last page. the words “my goodness! bravo!” were there as well, i believe. to say that i am pleased is an understatement. hmm. the fact that i’ve received two A’s in two days could mean that i am smart, but it could also mean that UH is a really stupid university.

please don’t think that i’m going to spend a whole lot of time bragging about my good grades as of late (which i’m still convinced are flukes, somehow). it’s just that i never really enjoyed college or was all that good at it, until now. so i’m totally loving it at this point, especially as compared to the stultifying frozenarmed monotony of my former web design job. so forgive me for my boasting as of late, for as ryan says, i am coming into my own coolness. if coolness is professorly, anyways…