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I survived my presentation in Fragments... I sort of paid attention in Evo while writing said presentation... I think maybe my soul just ran out for a quick drink and came back or something. Yay soul! I hope that drink was good, soul, because running out on me like that is not cool. I didn't even say "No, thank you" to offers of going places this morning. I just stuck with a very grumpy "No" and avoided all eye-contact. Tsk tsk.
This is probably mostly because I'm way disorganized, and worrying about everything at once... and also because last night my roomie somehow knocked down the blinds next to my bed, and I had to put them back up at like, two in the morning because it was too bright in the room for me to sleep. Which worked fine until about three, when I was just on the verge of sleep when suddenly SNAP-THPPTFRACKAFRACKAPFFFT. It scared the crap out of me, and took me almost a minute to figure out what on earth it'd been. I foolishly pulled the blinds back down (halfway this time, just enough so the lights from the Point weren't right on my face) and tried to go back to sleep. And of course, my demonic blinds didn't have the courtesy to snap back up again soon, oh no. Half an hour later, on the verge of sleep once more FWACK-THRAPPATHRAPPAPSSH. I gave up on sleep in my bed and went out into the living room... where I discovered that at nearly four in the morning, the clock on the wall becomes unusually, disturbingly, almost possessed-ly loud in its ticking. I think I probably fell asleep around 4:30 or so... then got up at 8:30 and crawled into my bed. Fun! Then I slept until about 11:30, even though my alarm was set for ten (I've come to the conclusion that setting my alarm for ten is useless, and quite possibly just plain bad luck), so I had almost no time to throw together a decent presentation for my paper... and of course had to spend my time in Bio/Cult Evolution writing one out. I hope it doesn't come back to bite me that I haven't paid a whole lot of attention to lecture in there for probably two weeks. On the other hand, I can probably outline more of what happened in lecture today than I can of most of the other lectures... even though I didn't take any notes. Hmm. So, at least being there makes some difference.
I called my dad after class today, and we talked for a long time about random things, like we always do... then my mom snatched the phone from him in the middle of a sentence, and we talked for probably two hours about nothing-at-all. And for once she managed not to depress me. (I think she felt guilty because I actually yelled at her yesterday when she started harassing me about study-abroad.) So, I was in a good mood after class today, and now I'm in a better one. As long as I don't dwell too much on the fact that I haven't turned in my Civ paper yet, and haven't declared a major... and have to write about four pages a day until Tuesday to get my final papers done. Four pages a day! Starting tomorrow! (I'm gonna dieee!)
Or maybe I'm just bipolar. You know, one or the other. Something like that.
This is probably mostly because I'm way disorganized, and worrying about everything at once... and also because last night my roomie somehow knocked down the blinds next to my bed, and I had to put them back up at like, two in the morning because it was too bright in the room for me to sleep. Which worked fine until about three, when I was just on the verge of sleep when suddenly SNAP-THPPTFRACKAFRACKAPFFFT. It scared the crap out of me, and took me almost a minute to figure out what on earth it'd been. I foolishly pulled the blinds back down (halfway this time, just enough so the lights from the Point weren't right on my face) and tried to go back to sleep. And of course, my demonic blinds didn't have the courtesy to snap back up again soon, oh no. Half an hour later, on the verge of sleep once more FWACK-THRAPPATHRAPPAPSSH. I gave up on sleep in my bed and went out into the living room... where I discovered that at nearly four in the morning, the clock on the wall becomes unusually, disturbingly, almost possessed-ly loud in its ticking. I think I probably fell asleep around 4:30 or so... then got up at 8:30 and crawled into my bed. Fun! Then I slept until about 11:30, even though my alarm was set for ten (I've come to the conclusion that setting my alarm for ten is useless, and quite possibly just plain bad luck), so I had almost no time to throw together a decent presentation for my paper... and of course had to spend my time in Bio/Cult Evolution writing one out. I hope it doesn't come back to bite me that I haven't paid a whole lot of attention to lecture in there for probably two weeks. On the other hand, I can probably outline more of what happened in lecture today than I can of most of the other lectures... even though I didn't take any notes. Hmm. So, at least being there makes some difference.
I called my dad after class today, and we talked for a long time about random things, like we always do... then my mom snatched the phone from him in the middle of a sentence, and we talked for probably two hours about nothing-at-all. And for once she managed not to depress me. (I think she felt guilty because I actually yelled at her yesterday when she started harassing me about study-abroad.) So, I was in a good mood after class today, and now I'm in a better one. As long as I don't dwell too much on the fact that I haven't turned in my Civ paper yet, and haven't declared a major... and have to write about four pages a day until Tuesday to get my final papers done. Four pages a day! Starting tomorrow! (I'm gonna dieee!)
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