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It’s an absolutely gorgeous day outside, as I can attest to from the full ten to twelve minutes I’ve spent between buildings. It’s in the low eighties, with a slight breeze, and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. I suppose we have Katrina to thank for that, seeing as how she’s managed to hold up every other weather front in the nation with her slow trek northeast, leaving Iowa on a nice meteorological plateau between lows. I’m hoping to get outside a bit after work, and it still should be nice at that point. However, since I generally detest public places when I am alone (something about seeing all the groups I am not a part of), the great outdoors will probably be limited to my roof this evening.

I hear that this weekend should be spectacular weather-wise as well, and I also have Katrina to thank for the fact that I probably won’t be going anywhere to enjoy it. My car has just under a quarter tank of gas, which under normal driving conditions should last me a couple of weeks, but certainly won’t get me to Des Moines and back to see my parents. I meant to fill it up when I went out to dinner with oldFriend Natasha Tuesday night when gas was an annoying $2.50 per gallon, but forgot. Today gas is a bit over $3 per gallon in Ames. I think I’ll stick to the bus as much as possible for a while.

I saw my grandparents on the news last night (I forget which channel, but it was probably KCCI), being interviewed at the pump. Actually, I recognized their van first. My conversation with Justin went something thusly:

Caught in the act, they were, preparing for a Labor Day vacation without their dear, favorite grandson. For shame! :) Not that I probably would have been able to go, regardless. It’s only the second week of classes and I’m already falling behind in my reading. Tuesday I read classical Greek rhetoric for a good seven hours. For those who forget such things, though I am admittedly in a rhetoric-based program, classical rhetoric is Not My Bag. Though I must say, I’m really starting to enjoy reading (for example) Plato, when the alternative is some highfalutin critic pontificating away on Plato. I’m really becoming sick of the academic literary formula, “Of course, <insert proper nouns, theories, and archaic language I’ve never before encountered here>.” Oh, well… of course! Any idiot would know that!

I’m finding myself oddly attracted to blondes of late. I’ve never really been attracted to blondes, in general, before. I think this might have something to do with there being a dearth of brunettes in my immediate surroundings. “You can’t feed the dolphins drumsticks… they only eat fish!” Well, of course that’s all they eat, if that’s all you feed them. :)