It is *such* a monday

This morning, I woke up to the sound of my roommate's alarm clock. Seeing as her alarm was set for forty-five minutes after mine was supposed to go off, this was a really bad thing. Turns out I set mine for seven PM. Whoops! So I hopped out of bed, got dressed in a hurry, ate a granola bar instead of breakfast, and ran across campus to my 8 AM class.

Turns out I needn't have bothered. I arrived at class five to ten minutes late, but still ahead of the TA. At 8:15, he still had not arrived and we were all starting to eye each other like a bunch of hungry animals. At 8:20, there was still no sign of him and the natives were getting restless. At 8:30, everyone save five of us left. The five of us who stayed (me included), not having anything better to do, decided to stick around and see if he ever showed up.

He didn't. As far as I can tell, the guy was eaten by a dinosaur on his way to classes this morning. And he was "out of town" last week, so we didn't have recitation then, either. None of us have ever even seen him. (Maybe he doesn't exist. Or is invisible. I dunno.) To paraphrase a classmate, I can't believe I pay tuition for this shit.

In other news, we had a movie marathon on Friday. The final damage was:

• Inglourious Basterds - a brilliant piece of cinematic wishful thinking.
• District 9 - An awesomely gory and imaginative alien invasion genrefuck.
• (500) Days of Summer - so incredibly contrived and pseudo-hipster. The cinematographer got into a packet of lighting filters and masturbated all over the movie with them. It looked like it was shot alternately with pieces of yellow and gray cellophane over the lens. Butchered Regina Spektor songs with bad audio cuts. No love.
• Interstella 5555 - We all agreed that this movie would make far more sense if we were high as kites to watch it.

And I leave you with the iconically bizarre "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" sequence from Interstella 5555, so you too can agree that it would make far more sense high.