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I need to go shower....
more upon my return.
12:48am
Okay.
I'm seriously thinking that I should have washed my hair...I guess I'll wash it tomorrow after I finish editing my paper...which is a complete train-wreak. ARGH.
Everyone's kinda stressed out this week, so weird stuff is happening. So weird, in fact, that Sarah asked me if I was drunk last night and had called her. I told her she probably just caught me during my two hour jaunt of fun with Beth, Jill, and Veronica. It started at dinner when Beth told of her crappy day, which involved writing two sentences of her essay, discovering that she had two copies of the same book even though they had completely different titles, and unintentional rocking chair acrobatics. We laughed about everything. It also didn't help that Sarah was constantly zoned out of our conversation and kept on mishearing things ("What'd you say about a drunken fetus?"). After dinner, Jill and Beth drew on their faces with a red marker, called it "war paint", made me a sign that said "Fire", and proceeded to run to different locations on campus to terrorize various people. Sadly, I had to go to class.
Today, weirdness continued with excessive amounts of time spent frolicking with Jill. Then tonight I talked to Evan and Jake in the stairwell for about fifteen minutes. It started out as a conversation about doing homework, then went from deciding how much rope we could make out of my hair (20 ft?), how we could now bust Jake out of prison, to Cops, crazy inmates trying to kill themselves, cartoons, death, and what Hunter S. Thompson's last thoughts were. It ended with Jackson tossing popcorn down the stairs into Evan's mouth. I had suddenly gone into a bout of depression due to my friends' drama about half an hour before, so that all helped me get out of the funk. I love having male friends.
In other news, I turned in my registration card today. Hopefully:
HIST 210 Russian Revolutions MTWF 12-12:50
MUS 127 Rock History and American Culture MW 2-3:50
ART 120 Art History Survey I MWF 10-10:50 T 11-11:50
DANC 117 Jazz I TTH 1-2:50
I also really wanted to take American Constitutional Law (don't laugh), but it's a 9:00 class and I haven't had to get up before 9:30 this semester...Grrr.
I need to recruit for the opening of GOF. Veronica and I need a James and a Peter (we're Remus and Sirius, respectively), and we already have a Severus (Kelsey!). Also, am thinking about putting in an appearance at anime club on Friday, must remember I <3 Yaoi shirt for the occasion.
more upon my return.
12:48am
Okay.
I'm seriously thinking that I should have washed my hair...I guess I'll wash it tomorrow after I finish editing my paper...which is a complete train-wreak. ARGH.
Everyone's kinda stressed out this week, so weird stuff is happening. So weird, in fact, that Sarah asked me if I was drunk last night and had called her. I told her she probably just caught me during my two hour jaunt of fun with Beth, Jill, and Veronica. It started at dinner when Beth told of her crappy day, which involved writing two sentences of her essay, discovering that she had two copies of the same book even though they had completely different titles, and unintentional rocking chair acrobatics. We laughed about everything. It also didn't help that Sarah was constantly zoned out of our conversation and kept on mishearing things ("What'd you say about a drunken fetus?"). After dinner, Jill and Beth drew on their faces with a red marker, called it "war paint", made me a sign that said "Fire", and proceeded to run to different locations on campus to terrorize various people. Sadly, I had to go to class.
Today, weirdness continued with excessive amounts of time spent frolicking with Jill. Then tonight I talked to Evan and Jake in the stairwell for about fifteen minutes. It started out as a conversation about doing homework, then went from deciding how much rope we could make out of my hair (20 ft?), how we could now bust Jake out of prison, to Cops, crazy inmates trying to kill themselves, cartoons, death, and what Hunter S. Thompson's last thoughts were. It ended with Jackson tossing popcorn down the stairs into Evan's mouth. I had suddenly gone into a bout of depression due to my friends' drama about half an hour before, so that all helped me get out of the funk. I love having male friends.
In other news, I turned in my registration card today. Hopefully:
HIST 210 Russian Revolutions MTWF 12-12:50
MUS 127 Rock History and American Culture MW 2-3:50
ART 120 Art History Survey I MWF 10-10:50 T 11-11:50
DANC 117 Jazz I TTH 1-2:50
I also really wanted to take American Constitutional Law (don't laugh), but it's a 9:00 class and I haven't had to get up before 9:30 this semester...Grrr.
I need to recruit for the opening of GOF. Veronica and I need a James and a Peter (we're Remus and Sirius, respectively), and we already have a Severus (Kelsey!). Also, am thinking about putting in an appearance at anime club on Friday, must remember I <3 Yaoi shirt for the occasion.
