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I now have about two days to recover from French overload. And a few days worth of entries to put down, because I meant to write them, but just never got the chance. Here is a brief outline of Wednesday (for some reason I could've sworn this happened Thursday, but my journal tells me otherwise), and why going to this school rocks sometimes. And I'm cheating by backdating this too. I am posting to the past from the fuuuutre, oooooo.
-Get home around 1, fool around on the computer, contemplate French homework
-Decide "screw French homework for now"... take a nap
-4:30 wake up, realize it's almost dark out, curse the world and daylight savings
-Chinese Canadian friend from New York comes in, sings songs from the Producers and several Disney movies for an hour
-6:00 someone on our floor uses my room as temporary storage because she got locked out of our room... makes fun of my friend for singing.
-6:30 go to dinner... realize there is basically no one at dinner. Eat with friend from Long Island. Just the three of us.
-Reg Rat from New Mexico shows up and keeps us entertained with new rules ("Free Cuba, embargo on Cuba Gooding Jr." "In baseball, every pitcher gets to bean one batter, free of charge. The batter is encouraged to charge the mound, and gets a run for every b****-slap he gets in on the pitcher.")
-We leave at 7:30 when everyone kicks us out, we can't catch any more buses from the dining hall, so we walk off across campus. End up dancing around and acting strange, singing random songs badly.
-Catch the D bus, piloted by the most friendly (and flamboyant) bus driver ever. Shame this stupid school wanted to fire him last year. Best darn bus driver we've got, blast them.
-Get back to dorm, contemplate doing French for about ten minutes before first friend comes back in and asks if I want to go downstairs and visit someone on the 2nd floor
-I agree, of course. She makes fun of me for still doing no homework. It is about 8:00.
-Go downstairs, talk to guy on second floor who is verily cool and a linguistics major.
-Blow up the alarm clock, thanks to this dorm's lovely outdated wiring
-Decide that "fricative" is going to be our new word. Also talk about deafrication, and the french word "pneu."
-Listen to him sing random songs in Russian, and French, and... silly linguistics major
-Marvel at his bizarre kitchenette
-Realize it's 10:30, go upstairs to house study break, realize house has eaten all the food
-Get into argument with insane logical-man who stalks me over whether I'd be more interested in a guy that spent 80 thousand on a BMW, or one that got a used Camry and books. They are the exact same person, except for this choice. I told him the Camry, and he's still arguing. Part of the argument is that I was, at one point, leaning towards the BMW, which is not true. BMWs are stupid.
-Sing Canada is Really Big, inspire others to learn it
-Play unnecessary amounts of DDR
-Finally sit down to do French at 1, finish at 1:30
-Get insanely frustrated by computer not shutting down properly.
-Forget to set alarm clock, go to sleep, actually wake up at 7:30.
That really doesn't explain at all why that was such a great night. Or maybe it does. 2 hours with a linguistics major is always weird. I also forgot the part about the sedative-laced Oreos, but that was brief and probably not worth the long explanation it would require. yay.
-Get home around 1, fool around on the computer, contemplate French homework
-Decide "screw French homework for now"... take a nap
-4:30 wake up, realize it's almost dark out, curse the world and daylight savings
-Chinese Canadian friend from New York comes in, sings songs from the Producers and several Disney movies for an hour
-6:00 someone on our floor uses my room as temporary storage because she got locked out of our room... makes fun of my friend for singing.
-6:30 go to dinner... realize there is basically no one at dinner. Eat with friend from Long Island. Just the three of us.
-Reg Rat from New Mexico shows up and keeps us entertained with new rules ("Free Cuba, embargo on Cuba Gooding Jr." "In baseball, every pitcher gets to bean one batter, free of charge. The batter is encouraged to charge the mound, and gets a run for every b****-slap he gets in on the pitcher.")
-We leave at 7:30 when everyone kicks us out, we can't catch any more buses from the dining hall, so we walk off across campus. End up dancing around and acting strange, singing random songs badly.
-Catch the D bus, piloted by the most friendly (and flamboyant) bus driver ever. Shame this stupid school wanted to fire him last year. Best darn bus driver we've got, blast them.
-Get back to dorm, contemplate doing French for about ten minutes before first friend comes back in and asks if I want to go downstairs and visit someone on the 2nd floor
-I agree, of course. She makes fun of me for still doing no homework. It is about 8:00.
-Go downstairs, talk to guy on second floor who is verily cool and a linguistics major.
-Blow up the alarm clock, thanks to this dorm's lovely outdated wiring
-Decide that "fricative" is going to be our new word. Also talk about deafrication, and the french word "pneu."
-Listen to him sing random songs in Russian, and French, and... silly linguistics major
-Marvel at his bizarre kitchenette
-Realize it's 10:30, go upstairs to house study break, realize house has eaten all the food
-Get into argument with insane logical-man who stalks me over whether I'd be more interested in a guy that spent 80 thousand on a BMW, or one that got a used Camry and books. They are the exact same person, except for this choice. I told him the Camry, and he's still arguing. Part of the argument is that I was, at one point, leaning towards the BMW, which is not true. BMWs are stupid.
-Sing Canada is Really Big, inspire others to learn it
-Play unnecessary amounts of DDR
-Finally sit down to do French at 1, finish at 1:30
-Get insanely frustrated by computer not shutting down properly.
-Forget to set alarm clock, go to sleep, actually wake up at 7:30.
That really doesn't explain at all why that was such a great night. Or maybe it does. 2 hours with a linguistics major is always weird. I also forgot the part about the sedative-laced Oreos, but that was brief and probably not worth the long explanation it would require. yay.
