I have a cavity and no money to fill it with.

So this week was the first of what will be the ultimate test on Natali's endurance...of sorts. I started summer school. This puts me at the csf campus from 8am to 1pm everyday, immediately after which I go to the gym for as long as I can until I have to be at work or something. This is monday thru thursday, for four more weeks. Sweet.
My new favorite thing about the gym is naked ladies. I've had a gym pass for four years now, but have never stepped foot in the locker room. Seeing as I go straight from school now, I have to change there. This is where I see the naked ladies. And they are totally naked. Well, only a couple are totally naked, but they all feel the need to sit around in only their thongs for extended periods of time. I never know where to look. And they're not women one would want to see sitting around topless either...they're women who are working out because they need to. Naked rolls.
So my first class of the day is called Intro to Radio, Tv, and Film. Going into it, I thought that was kind of a broad topic to be covered in five weeks, and I was right. We spend exactly four days going over the history of film. There is exactly one sentence in the text that mentions anything about the french new wave, and its vague at best. I can understand limiting the subject matter when you only have four days to cover all of film history, the impact of international film developments could be a footnote. What I dont understand, is why the fuck we spent TWO FULL DAYS learning about Charlie Chaplin. Two sentences should have been spent on this, when there is so much to cover. Serious.
However, this class is amazing. My reasons for believing this are that 1. There is a cafe twelve steps away that serves amazing apple streusel muffins. I eat them while I'm watching Charlie Chaplin not talk. 2. There is a guy. Some might remember a certain person's ex-roomate, and some might be aware of another individual that lives in the proximity of the certain person that looks EXACTLY like the crazy ex-roomie, but with a much more homosexual car. I can say with 90 percent certainty that the imposter is in my class. I'll be keeping an eye on him...