Busy day, yo, busy day.

Today was the first day back to class for those of us priveliged enough to attend my fine university. Personally, I think this is poor scheduling as I could very much stand to have another week or two of nothing to do.

Starting on a Thursday was a bad idea also. I have (or had, rather) my schedule set up so that I have class from 10:00 to 3:00 with no breaks. This sounds fine and dandy, but I haven't had that much class consecutively since I was a junior in high school. My brain doesn't know how to handle that anymore.

I had three classes today: Introduction to Sociology, Mass Communication and Intro to Film Studies. Sociology seems interesting, yet potentially boring. I have no choice in the matter, as this is the last lower division course I'm required to take. I need to get it over with now.

The coolest thing about this class is that my professor looks exactly like Ariel Reichstad from The Hippos , except older and with a goatee. I half expected him to whip out a guitar and say, "WE ARE THE HIPPOS FROM LOS ANGELES CALIFORNIA! ARE YOU READY TO ROCK!?!?" Unfortunately he just outlined our syllabus. Damned shame, that.

The next class, which was in exactly the same classroom as the previous class was Mass Communication. After sitting through this first lecture, I've decided that I want to take this class with another professor. Since it was waitlisted and it looks like I have a better shot of getting into the other communication class that I have waitlisted, I decided to ditch it. I'll take it next quarter or something.

The last class of the day was my film lecture. This class is going to be fun. The professor selected films that I either love or really want to see. Our first homework assignment is to go see a movie in the theatre. That's it. He also suggested that we watch The Player which is odd because I had just had a hankerin' to see this movie. I can deal with this.

Having only eaten a cold Krispy Kreme donut that I purchased yesterday for breakfast, I had a pounding hunger headache by the time that I got home at a quarter to four. I turned on the oven to preheat and sat down to get online in the meantime.

My friend Alyssa and I were talking. She asked me if I would like to join her in a jaunt with Jackson to a club called Popscene in the city. Sounds like good clean fun to me. I agreed.

Now, by the city, I assumed she meant Sacramento. I didn't realize that she meant San Francisco until I was in the car and she mentioned something about picking up her friend in Berkeley. This didn't really bother me. It's the first time that I've done something on a school night probably since I started up this diary.

Even though I know Jackson's brother and have had a class with him, I had never really met him until tonight. He seems like a cool cat. He brought a friend along, and we went to pick her up. I sort of chuckled when we got to her place, because it turns out that his friend is actually Mikayla's roommate. We had a serious six degrees moment.

I wasn't sure what to expect of this club for a couple of reasons. First of all, I have never been to a dance club before. Secondly, Alyssa described the music as being Britpop and indie. I was confused as to how one would dance to this, but once again, I didn't really care.

When we got to the club, the place was dead as Vanilla Ice's carreer. They were playing kind of goofy early sixties britpop. It's the sort of stuff that's fun to listen to when cleaning house or driving, but not for dancing. We sat around for a while waiting for more people to show up.

Fortunately, the people came and the music got better.

It was still hard to dance to though. They played "Love Me Do" by The Beatles and I said to Alyssa, "now I understand why people had sex less often in the early sixties." This is impossible to dance to.

By the way, I am of the belief that no straight white male can actually dance gracefully and skillfully. It just ain't going to happen, my man. Dancing to this music just made me feel that much more awkward and goofy.

They did play some James Brown and Jackson 5, which I was able to get down to.

The club was hot, and I, because I'm a dirty piggie, was sweating buckets. Nasty, I tell you. Not the sort of things that the ladies find a-ttractive.

We spent about three hours there. A good time was had.

We walked out to the car and Alyssa had gotten a parking ticket. This is way assy. I suggested we split it, but I think I'm the only one that gave her money for the ticket, gas and tolls. Damned freeloaders.

The ride home from San Francisco, always seems longer and much more arduous than it really is. I'm glad I wasn't driving.

So I'm glad that she invited me out with her and her friends. I had a good time. I'm really glad we are friends again.

Day is done.

-- Jeffy