Sunday, September 28, 2003
Today I took out a shirt I hadn't worn yet and it had cat hair on it.
It made me sad.
Today I was also a dork and drew the logos of my favorite teams in full, lurid color and stuck them on my door. Lions, Dolphins, Patroits, and Red Sox. Thusly engendering confusion in the hall. Confusing people is the spice of my life.
I need to remember to get fast-drying glue tomorrow after chemistry. So that I can work on my manifesto and maybe finish it before it's due. That being Wednesday. No. Not going to get it done. I should resign myself to it now and get used to the idea. And let us not forget the chemistry test on Tuesday. Should be a good do, that.
Twoooo weeks until I go home. Two weeks. Sigh. Can't wait two weeks, especially not two weeks filled with things I am going to fail or not get done. Need to be home, with cats, and own room, and see Kill Bill. Corey rightly said that, in the anticipation of the event, it's becoming some sick sort of religious experience for us. We are dorks. We need to get lives.
Or we could revel in our dorkfulness.
Someone in the hall just shouted: "YOUR MERE PRESENCE JUST BROKE OFF THE DOORKNOB."
I have no idea what that's all about. These sorts of things just happen.
Should go sleep. I have morning classes and I'm out of Luna/Powerbar-like things. Meaning I am doomed to sleep through my lecture. And probably the subsequent discussion as well.
Curses.
11:43 PM
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