Alex's Alliterative Adventures

Or rather, I had class.  Today.  The other one.  It seems like a cool course, where we can make a 3D game for the final project if we so choose.

In other news, I managed to get a game I made on my new cell phone. I couldn’t get the coolest games, because this phone likes to touch itself, but that’s ok.

There’s a crazy party in Ã…rhus, Denmark for the next week or two.  A friend of mine from waterloo is spending the next 4 days in Germany, Italy, and Belgium, to name a few. I know a few more people who are spending the weekend in Stockholm. I think I’ll probably head down to Copenhagen with a few friends myself, and save Ã…rhus for next weekend. I have to learn to find just the right mix between working and adventuring.  I only have to pass, and I never get to see my grades, so I don’t want to stress myself out, but I would actually like to learn some CS material while I’m here.

I don’t know why, but I think I might have a minor phobia of cooking.  When shopping for ingredients for meals, I am overwhelmed with dread.  Uncertainty paralyzes me, and I’m unable to think anything except “I’ll burn this” or “I can’t cook, who am I kidding”. I think about the delicious meals I’ve seen others make and become depressed at my inability to consistently produce the same.  The bizarre thing is, I actually can cook. I’ve done it before, and I’ve personally cooked some of the best meals I’ve ever had the pleasure of eating.  I’m 100% aware that my aversion to cooking is irrational, but it’s so much easier to just cave in and buy another frozen pizza.

Weird.