I'm Yom Chipper when it's not Yom Kippur

I have reinstated my work-study job at the archeaology institute at UCLA.
Thankfully, it still consists of me doing very little on thursdays and fridays for pocket change.
Which is ample time for homework - but I still managed to squander it today on emailing and reading gawker.com.
But I thought maybe a blog update would prove mildly productive.
Yesterday was Yom Kippur - which basically entailed me feeling shitty because i was either:
1) Extremely Starving
2) Extremely Full
I spend my life trying to be a delicious combination of neither of the above, so I guess that makes Yom Kippur the bane of my existence.
Speaking of those, I had Geology of La this morning - as I do every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. In the 5 minutes I was paying attention, we were talking about radioactive isotopes - which strikes me as having to do with neither Geology nor LA. In protest of how the name of the class is false advertising, I proceeded to not pay attention. But then in Lab we got to play with pretty rocks. I asked the teacher a question about "these rocks," and in a very offended tone she said "they are not rocks, they are minerals." Maybe she is fasting for Ramadan and just crabby from not eating. Probably not, considering her last name is Johnson, but that's pretty much the only valid excuse I can imagine for her taking minerals so seriously.
No, faithful reader, not all my classes are terrible! History of American motion picture is actually AMAZING - last time in class we watched Charlie Chaplin's "The Kid" and Buster Keaton's "Sherlock Jr" - both extremely fantastic. I especially think Charlie Chaplin is a genius... but anyway, the point is that class is incredibly interesting. I am also taking a beginning screenwriting class - the professor is, randomly enough, Danny's dad. He is also strikingly similar to Larry David, so I love him two fold. My fourth class is Asian Media. "So you learn about...anime and stuff?" says Nina. No, more like the political systems of different asian countries and how it effects their press. Kind of enriching, Great teacher, probably good for me, and a lot of reading. And a LOT of asians.

Last night, after a big break fast dining hall style, Jared and I rushed over to the free sneak peak of Elizabeth Town. We came too late, so hearts heavy and stomachs full, all we could manage to do to make ourselves feel better was sit on the bench and laugh at the people even later than us for thinking THEY could get in. Pshh. When Jared and I parted ways, Claire and I met up and ventured over to Mike Oleon's. He taught us about his new favorite game which is called death ball - it entails throwing numerous raquet balls in the ceiling fan. Points are divied up three ways:
+1 if your ball hits someone
-1 if someone's ball hits you
+2 if your ball hits someone in the crotch, which, according to michael, is the only place the ball hurts.
"but what if it hits your eyes?" says claire.
"duh, you cover your eyes." says mike.
"But then how do we know who wins?" says I.
The point is, it is quite an enjoyable game. Its exhileraation factor is second only the target brand.
I was reminded of this game when I read this part of amy's email.
"last night caitlin and i came up with a really fun game where we name
celebrities and then place them in NYU greeek life. caitlin pointed out
that my favorite part of the game is nameing hot celebs and putting
them in ZSP [amy's sororit]. I disagree- i prefer putting the slutty ones in the slutty sorority."
There is a book in my living room entitled "Games People Play" - I have never read it, but I want to assume it is something about defining people by the games they play. Assuming this is a correct assumption, I would like to note that Amy is a sorority girl and I am a 5 year old boy. But you know what they says about assuming. You should never use three forms of that word in one paragraph.
Your favorite achaeologist,
Judy