I would be dead right now if I had classes today. I'm probably going to be dead tomorrow anyway, but at least I'll be less dead than I would be if I still had a 9:00 class. If I don't start looking for jobs by the end of this week, though, everyone gets to beat me up.
I've also noticed that, in all my horrendous complaining lately, I've completely left out the really cool stuff, like dinner hangings-out every weekend and ridiculous discussions of random things (as per usual). Unfortunately, these things take up time which I always think I should be using for my BA (because aaaargh it doesn't flow right yet), leaving me stressed the frack out. Which is why I'm spending the rest of today at the library. (Harper, though, to protect my soul.)
Last night involved watching episodes 6-11 of Battlestar Galactica in rapid succession so I could watch the start of season 3.5 with all the cool kids. Probably not the sanest move on my part (or the guy from across the hall who watched 7-11 with me). But I'd forgotten how much fun it is to watch things with other people sometimes. I'd also forgotten how hard it is for me to keep my mouth shut during certain things. (It was probably worst during the scenes with Lee and Starbuck. I would have been happier when Starbuck kicked Lee in the face, but it managed to be the moment right
after I decided I wanted to kick her in the face more.) I also seem to have an unfortunate sense of TV timing, because I was able to provide Lee with a near-perfect gibberish voice-over during most of the boxing scenes. I am an awful, awful person. At least watching last night's episode involved a kind of reverential silence. Except during commercials, which was free time for random speculations. (Most of which involved Adama's mustache being a Cylon.) Percent of time last night spent in a room in which I was the only girl: 85. Percent of commercial time last night spent trying to explain to everyone in the room why I wanted to shove Baltar out of an airlock: 53. Percent of commercial time last night spent telling everyone that I expected more giant mantises killing the Chief on the algae planet: 30. Percent of the final five cylons that are secretly appliances: 100. ("Oh no! It's a lamp!" "A real
toaster!" "Refrigerator!" I'm sorry... If I'd known... "If I'd known, I'd never have kicked you, Vending Machine!")
Last night also involved a bit of impromptu snow-vandalism, because the 12th floor people decided they were going to write "Bradbury" in the snow (the name of their house) in front of the building. Unfortunately, it was kind of illegible, so I had to fix it to make it more readable. And now I believe I'm going to need to write bread-fury
in the snow more often. Only in a place where it's harder for cars to run over it. And maybe next time I won't wait until I'm back upstairs to take a picture.