MARX AND MY BROTHER

GregUr and I are taking a class together this term.
This class is currently going on. I'm in my room at home. GregUr is at the class.
This will not be a regular occurrence. Don't worry.
I figured out I was taking this course all of half an hour ago when I tried to contact GregUr to come fix my computer and he couldn't come because he was in class like a good student. I then decided I didn't want to take my Wednesday night class because writing a paper a week for a class that doesn't really count (Women Studies: Women in Sport) anyways did not sound enjoyable. And instead switched to Tuesday night class (Film Studies/History of Films) that GregUr is in. This class is waaay less work. But at the same time equally interesting.
Now all you people out there that think I'm now slacking off at school let me reassure I am NOT. Yesterday I bought 11 textbook for my four other classes. Yep, you read that correctly - 11. The scary part is that all but two of those I'll actually have to read if I want to get some what decent grades this term. The other two I can just skim. Not going to lie - some of the textbooks I'm super excited about reading. Four of them are collections of primary sources for my History of World class (contemporary to modern time periods. as in the 20th century) and my Geography of International Development and Globalization class. AND I get to read Marx's Communist Manifesto. How cool?!?! Very cool!

Ok, I'm stopping there. My roommate, Amelia (who's a history major) and I just had a major nerd freak out moment over my books. (I'm assuming TT was going to make some snarky comment about Marx, but I'll have you know Amelia is equally excited about reading Marx).