Wren was a pumpkin for Halloween and she was very cute. I'll put some pictures up when I get around to it, which will be when my classes have died down. I hope everyone had a nice Halloween (or if you're living in fear of the principalities of DARKNESS (bum bum buuuum)- a nice Harvest Day or Fall Festival). We went to the Fall Festival at Fuller. There were ponies AND bounce houses AND cotton candy but NOT razor blades in apples.

Did you like how I used those parentheses for nesting? And all those operators? I learned how to do that in my class on advanced Boolean logic. AND I will be using it frequently in my day-to-day life OR more likely I will NOT. But I did use it today on a test. After searching the WPE (worst professor evah)'s topics of choice, I got to pick two of my own. For the first one I was professional and searched a query about expanding a library collection of young adult fiction blah blah My Friend Flicka. For the second question however, I threw caution and professionalism to the winds and asked this question:

- My dog has recently been stung by a wasp or bee. What do I do? Do I need to take her to the vet? What kinds of treatment/medication should I administer?

Then I got to plot the results with all kinds of stomach-ache inducing relevance feedback algorithms and ugh just typing that word kind of makes me hunch my shoulders. This is so not my kind of class. Which is why I was looking forward to taking some fun classes next semester but being my lazy lazy self I missed the deadline. So all that's left are lamo classification seminars and the dreaded THE INTERNET, which I was hoping to never ever take. Who calls a class that? A class shouldn't be called "THE" anything. "THE world history from 1989-present" It doesn't sound right.

Anyway. I'm overwhelmed, obviously. Lazlo has been fantastic today, letting me study, taking THE Wrennel to the park and feeding THE bee-stung dog. Tomorrow he gets to study and I can tell he's really excited about it. For the last few minutes he's been draped across the bed wondering out loud whether or not he should get up and go get some ice cream. It's a crisis. He's asked my opinion about this several times. He'd actually been quiet for about 2 minutes and I thought he might be thinking about somtething else finally and then just a second ago he said:

"you know mint chocolate chip?"
"um... yes"
"what kind of mint is that? It's not peppermint, and it's not spearmint, so...? "

And now he's talking about Bluebell and what kind of ice cream he would make right now if he were making ice cream. Poor Lazlo. He's had a hard day and he's going to have another hard day tomorrow. I should help him get THE ice cream.