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I'm treading the fine line between studying and want to tear my Civ notebook into little pieces with my teeth...
Yesterday's party was fun and fabulous... but I feel like now I'm running just to stay in the same place. I have to keep convincing myself that although it's more important for me just to be happy, I still have to study and at least try to do well on my finals...
So, for the time being, I shall inhale yet another hasty meal of (insert random variety of) pasta and pretend that a Diet Dr. Pepper qualifies as a fruit or vegetable.
I'm hoping to hear from Jeremy soon soon soon. Sometime tomorrow maybe when he gets into Ann Arbor. I'll probably be studying for Japanese... but hey... at least by then this W#%^& Civ final should be done with.
Some wisdom from my new He-Man action figure?
"I HAVE THE POWER!!"
Well, that's nice to know, I wish I felt the same way.
Had a crazy dream about an airplane with dryers built into the compartment walls...
also about being chased by some girl from my highschool or down the hall of May because I ran away from the lecture hall where I was being forced to write some dumb essay with a plethera of other students... and ended up running through someplace that looks like the combination service entrance/loading dock/ cart storage/ exit of a Sam's Club... where little suburban housewives wheeled out their carts full of who knows what to be put in their little station wagons. I myself was trying to sneak past the foreman guy with the yellow gloves and ran into this guy with three eyes instead (Flight of Dragons reference there) and then ended up diving in and out of these HUUUUUUGE trash dumpsters, they were like multiple stories tall and they reeked of rotting food and the hot sticky goo that pop dries into (basically just like the trash cans and dumpsters at the pool)... but hey, I'm still being chased by these people and we're leaping from dumpster to dumpster getting pop-goo on us and it's icky.. and I jump out and fall into this... giant blue plastic crate thing that used to have oranges in it... and it might have had styrofoam junk in it, but I can't remember.. anyhow, that's when I ended up in the airplane watching the clothes swirl in the four dryers in the front of the plane, right behind the cockpit... and thinking to myself "Hey, dryers. In an airplane. That's pretty cool, and so convenient! I should dry my laundry while I'm here..."
I guess that's because one of the washers got unbalanced and never drained right when I did laundry on Friday night...
And the dryer melted the plastic soles on my new footy-pj's... but, it's not the end of the world, and it didn't ruin anything else...
In any case, a little more studying, then I go to meet Erica and do more studying for Civ..
and I can just tell that my back is going to kill after all this time hunched over a desk scribbling mini-essays...
*sigh*
Right, be cheerful (and slightly drunk-sounding?) like the Ulfuls!
Yesterday's party was fun and fabulous... but I feel like now I'm running just to stay in the same place. I have to keep convincing myself that although it's more important for me just to be happy, I still have to study and at least try to do well on my finals...
So, for the time being, I shall inhale yet another hasty meal of (insert random variety of) pasta and pretend that a Diet Dr. Pepper qualifies as a fruit or vegetable.
I'm hoping to hear from Jeremy soon soon soon. Sometime tomorrow maybe when he gets into Ann Arbor. I'll probably be studying for Japanese... but hey... at least by then this W#%^& Civ final should be done with.
Some wisdom from my new He-Man action figure?
"I HAVE THE POWER!!"
Well, that's nice to know, I wish I felt the same way.
Had a crazy dream about an airplane with dryers built into the compartment walls...
also about being chased by some girl from my highschool or down the hall of May because I ran away from the lecture hall where I was being forced to write some dumb essay with a plethera of other students... and ended up running through someplace that looks like the combination service entrance/loading dock/ cart storage/ exit of a Sam's Club... where little suburban housewives wheeled out their carts full of who knows what to be put in their little station wagons. I myself was trying to sneak past the foreman guy with the yellow gloves and ran into this guy with three eyes instead (Flight of Dragons reference there) and then ended up diving in and out of these HUUUUUUGE trash dumpsters, they were like multiple stories tall and they reeked of rotting food and the hot sticky goo that pop dries into (basically just like the trash cans and dumpsters at the pool)... but hey, I'm still being chased by these people and we're leaping from dumpster to dumpster getting pop-goo on us and it's icky.. and I jump out and fall into this... giant blue plastic crate thing that used to have oranges in it... and it might have had styrofoam junk in it, but I can't remember.. anyhow, that's when I ended up in the airplane watching the clothes swirl in the four dryers in the front of the plane, right behind the cockpit... and thinking to myself "Hey, dryers. In an airplane. That's pretty cool, and so convenient! I should dry my laundry while I'm here..."
I guess that's because one of the washers got unbalanced and never drained right when I did laundry on Friday night...
And the dryer melted the plastic soles on my new footy-pj's... but, it's not the end of the world, and it didn't ruin anything else...
In any case, a little more studying, then I go to meet Erica and do more studying for Civ..
and I can just tell that my back is going to kill after all this time hunched over a desk scribbling mini-essays...
*sigh*
Right, be cheerful (and slightly drunk-sounding?) like the Ulfuls!
