I’ve decided that overly fastidious people bug me. Blazer Café served pork ribs tonight (freaking ribs! I couldn’t believe it) that were actually pretty good, but messy, naturally. Well, when I eat ribs, I just dive right in and get messy myself in the process. Jess commented on how “normal” people eat their ribs with a knife and fork. That just seems weird to me. Ribs are messy any way you cut it, so why not just embrace the barbecue sauce and get slathered in it? No way am I arguing with a knife and fork, especially trying to pick up a rib and somehow keep it balanced while I gnaw the meat off. What do you folks do? I could understand being neater if I were at some nice banquet, but when have you ever seen ribs served at a nice banquet anyway? Ribs are what you eat when you’re with friends and the other things on the table are fries, fried apples, and beer.

Being overly fastidious (overly is, of course, completely subjective) in other areas besides dining bugs me, too, like if someone’s room has to be spotless for them to be content. I usually have dust on my desk, water bottles clustered around my monitor, textbooks and folders in heaps on my dresser, and my bed isn’t made. I’m okay with this. I don’t come in and get depressed from looking around; I come in and feel at home. This is probably because my family’s like this, too, and our house has a general clutter to it, so I grew up that way. I’m lucky my roommates haven’t been fanatics about this sort of thing; they rarely complain about the mess.

We ended up not having a quiz in calculus today, shazam, because the professor doesn’t seem to mind letting us off the hook. He asked us if he’d promised a quiz, and of course we all said, no no, not at all, we don’t need one, let’s not have one. We’re covering triple integrals currently and there’s a test next Monday.

I’ve been studying CS tonight in preparation for my second exam on Wednesday. I’ll have an EE test Thursday for which I need to study like a madwoman because I need to do better than I did on my last one. Chris and I got together earlier to work on physics homework and it’s a good thing we’re starting early this week (it’s due Wednesday) because this problem set seems harder than previous ones. At least there are fewer questions this time–21 as opposed to the usual 22-24.

So I went home this past weekend to exchange cars: I’m no longer driving my brother’s huge Caprice (read: land yacht) but am instead in a much more comfortable (at least for me) Volvo. Ahh, I love Volvos. It’s not my Volvo, though I hope to be back in mine by Christmas at least. It’s still recovering from the wreck in September; it’s in need of a grille and some front fender work. When I go home for Thanksgiving, I should be getting yet another different Volvo, one that’s apparently in better condition than either mine or my father’s. I’m excited about this because it’ll be new to me, and because I love Volvos (as previously stated).

I completely messed up the lyrics to Sugar We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy: I thought it went “we’re going down down luh da da duh duh dah” and “in Sugarwood going down swinging” and was thus talking about some town called Sugarwood. Instead, it’s “we’re going down down in an earlier round” and “and sugar we’re going down swinging.” Whoops. Anyway, I hear it’s a good album; any opinions?