So, the midterms went well. I hopefully will have done better than the vast majority of the students, and thereby ride their failures to success. God bless scaling grades.

The next day, I was on campus to pass in some extra homework, and I ran into a friend of mine. We went to eat at a Diner right down the street from NU, and it turned out to be a wok diner. It was very interesting, and I was a bit disapointed that we went in for lunch, because I was hoping that we could try some of the alcohol (I can't spell the word that means Japanese rice wine). The food was good, and I was proud of myself for using the chopsticks and not spilling it all overmyself. Afterwards, I went and hung out with Missy. We went to best buy, and then to the South shore plaza, and then to quincy center to watch "Kinsey". It was a very intersting movie, but probably not acceptable for those of you that are bothered by sex. It does sort of make you think about the mores of society and why they are there, and all in all, I would really recomend it. Afterwards, I came home and watched "The forgoten". I thought it was a good movie, but it struck me as very predictable. It would be enjoyable if you want a motherly love movie, with aliens in it (and most of the stuff involving the aliens doesn't make all that much sence)

So, yea. Thats what I've been up to. oh, actually, I got a funny story. Ok, In most of our classes there is this Sophmore (I think he is anyway). He is very good at most of the work, and is very inteligent, so we ask him questions and study with him. The only problem, was that we never found out his name, and we passed the point where we can ask. This wouldn't be as bad if he didn't know all of our names, and wasn't so friendly. So, finaly, one day, I saw my chance to read his name off of a homework asignment that was being passed back. I glanced over, and thought I saw in that genericly small asian hand writing that his name was Hung Wong. .... Think about that. .... At the time I was just trying to translate it, but afterwards I started to get the (Almost Sinefeld) irony of the situation. Perhapse that was why we had never heard his name in the first place. Because if he or anyone else had said in all the people in the imediate area would start laughing. I mean, Hung Wong, come on .... Well, I thought it was funny, and I think I butched the written concept. For the record his name was Hueg (pernounced Hwe), but in my mind, he will always be Hung Wong.

Anyway, thats that, and all that. Take care.

::now that is one mighty fine coat you have there::