Curve of Deaths

I drank another litre of OJ in one sitting today. No good, man, no good, now I'm all out! I also had to get more medicine. This cold needs to just go away.

I was working on my Actuarial Maths homework, and I got to do a life table about rats, and write about how all of the beetles will be dead in four years. We also discussed "curve of deaths" in class this morning, which was really funny. I went to USC Kevin's Diff Eq tutorial today, since I skipped mine yesterday to get some sleep and be healthier (minor fail there), and we actually finished pretty quickly which was good.

From there I went straight to the Grand Tours screening of Huck Finn. Can we have a brief pause and discuss how even in 1993, Elijah Wood's eyes were STILL ridiculously intense? And I like that the movie made Jim out to be a lot smarter than the book gave him credit for.

Also, British people trying to read out loud Huck's narration and Jim's dialogue = fantastic. I laughed a lot, they just still sounded so very... British. After watching the movie, one of the kids in my class and I were walking in the same direction, so he was asking lots of questions about where Huck Finn starts (Missouri) and how that's a bit further north than Mississippi, and how he thought it took place in Mississippi because it was on the river, etcetc, and then had me explain where my home is ("the most northeast state, just below Canada and a bit above Boston" is my usual response). It was a nice chat, and I started laughing again when he was trying the southern accent again.

I fell asleep trying to do some more work; I guess that happens when you're sick, eh? And then our friend Damien made a bunch of us "spagbol," only it wasn't spaghetti, just some other pasta, which Haider was giving him crap about. It was really good, though, and then Caitlin and I ended up getting brownie stuff- Caitlin to make some Cadbury chocolate ones for tonight, me to make some mint ones to eat tomorrow. We all played a few card games- the Brits were laughing at Egyptian Rat Screw, and then we taught them BS (they were both horrible at it), and they "taught" us Pass the Ace (Old Maid) and a version of UNO you play with regular playing cards. I had also brought over my Would You Rather book, so we had some good laughs and conversations over that (there's still a unanimous pull for getting drunk dialed by Ghandi rather than MLK).