Picture #3

This is another picture of my living room shot from a different perspective. As you can see, there are a fair number of TV's and microwaves there. I admit to owning the microwave on the right, but otherwise... Torben (Danish roommate) is working on a computer of mine because his was broekn just before he left Denmark. He received a brand new Thinkpad a few days ago, however. Classes roll on, and life moves forward - usually not how I intend. However, with a little more organization, and a few necessary textbooks, I may find a semester long solution for balance. Though of course, employment could throw that off. It may seem rather peculiar to some of you, but trying to juggle cleaning the kitchen, managing coursework, and hunting the ever elusive perfect job is a difficult task. Living in an aprtment is definitely an adjustment. I definitely prefer it, but there are a lot of changes to suddenly integrate all at once. There are so many tasks I wish I could find time for. I have been rereading "Mere Christianity" by CS Lewis over the last few nights in the evenings, and I would love to devote more time to it, only to feel guilty that I do not know the exact substitutions available on peptidoglycan on a per species basis. Indeed, there is quite a bit of material that I need to commit to memory over the next two weeks. I find myself encouraged to just scratch a few checkmarks onto my growing To-Do list. Every once in a while, I get the feeling that something in life was manipulated - a fairly rare occurence. I was visiting Lister for a few minutes after class yesterday, when I heard my cell phone go off. I answered it and heard scuffling. Thinking it to be poor cellular reception, I checked the caller ID and waited for the caller to be be able to speak. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard my name mentioned as if at a distance. Puzzled, I continued to listen in. It turns out the my friend's cell called mine while it was in his pocket. The microphone was conveniently positioned so I could hear them talking about me! Amazingly enough, I was to hear two of my friend's talking behind my back. Needless to say, I didn't consider the chatter to be complementary. After about 4 or so minutes, the guy I was visited called the other friend of mine's cell phoen and let him know that I had heard eveything. I consider this scenario unlikely for the following reasons: One, I do not always carry my cell phone, and regularly miss calls only to follow them up later. Two, his cell phone randomly called me out of the 30 or so odd numbers that are stored in his address book. Third, this happened at just the right time so that he was with another friend of mine, and they are complaining about, of all things, my thriftiness (ironic, because they live off their parent's money). And finally, the mike, though in his pocket, was oriented so that I could hear and identify the two voices. Though it is possible that this was coincidence, I tend to believe otherwise. The sequence of events was highly unlikely. I am still trying to figure out why "reality was tweaked..."