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Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! (Even if you're in Canada and already celebrated. Or elsewhere and not celebrating at all.)
No one is online... this makes me incredibly bored, and I don't know what to do with myself. If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up making like, four loaves of bread today just to keep myself occupied (but that's okay, because I can take them down to the fifth floor when we go down there for dinner). I got up at 11:20 today and was terrified that I was missing class. Darn this school for increasing my paranoia. I'm already going to be in an unhappy mood all weekend because (once again, surprise surprise) I haven't been able to get a lector interview for French, so I might end up missing an easy 20 points. Oh, and the sign-up board claims it's due the 28th, while the internet tells me the 30th. I hate the French curriculum with a passion I see no reason why learning a foreign language is supposed to kill both you and your GPA. Rar!
But I shouldn't spend Thanksgiving complaining about how much French sucks. (That's what I've been doing all quarter, I think I can afford a one-day break, if only for everyone else's sake.) So letsee... I'm thankful the quarter's almost over! And I'm thankful the fifth floor's still going to feed us tonight, even though we defected to the tenth floor where it's quieter and saner (and I'm thankful for that, too, even if no one talks at the dinner table).
I wish I could describe the dream I had last night. It involved trying to get to some sort of musical practice on 77th street, which was now a new part of campus. They were going to have some sort of party, and for some reason I was supposed to get on a boat that was on the river down there. It was a small... pirate ship. And I was in this really strange, stiff-collared dress, and the sides of the river were all planted with lilacs and little purple flowers. The other people on the boat were all in different colours, and the pirates steering it were really strange. Then they tried to turn around, and flipped it over, and I was the only one who was able to fly ashore without getting wet, because I had this weird cape thing on. There was something afterwards that involved stealing a car, and ending up at this art museum in Youngstown, and getting yelled at by the president of the university. Pretty much nonsensical. I know there was a lot more to it, since I slept 9 hours last night, but sadly I can't remember. I need to be better about writing these dreams down again, since I'm getting rusty at remembering them. I'm slacking off!
No one is online... this makes me incredibly bored, and I don't know what to do with myself. If I'm not careful, I'm going to end up making like, four loaves of bread today just to keep myself occupied (but that's okay, because I can take them down to the fifth floor when we go down there for dinner). I got up at 11:20 today and was terrified that I was missing class. Darn this school for increasing my paranoia. I'm already going to be in an unhappy mood all weekend because (once again, surprise surprise) I haven't been able to get a lector interview for French, so I might end up missing an easy 20 points. Oh, and the sign-up board claims it's due the 28th, while the internet tells me the 30th. I hate the French curriculum with a passion I see no reason why learning a foreign language is supposed to kill both you and your GPA. Rar!
But I shouldn't spend Thanksgiving complaining about how much French sucks. (That's what I've been doing all quarter, I think I can afford a one-day break, if only for everyone else's sake.) So letsee... I'm thankful the quarter's almost over! And I'm thankful the fifth floor's still going to feed us tonight, even though we defected to the tenth floor where it's quieter and saner (and I'm thankful for that, too, even if no one talks at the dinner table).
I wish I could describe the dream I had last night. It involved trying to get to some sort of musical practice on 77th street, which was now a new part of campus. They were going to have some sort of party, and for some reason I was supposed to get on a boat that was on the river down there. It was a small... pirate ship. And I was in this really strange, stiff-collared dress, and the sides of the river were all planted with lilacs and little purple flowers. The other people on the boat were all in different colours, and the pirates steering it were really strange. Then they tried to turn around, and flipped it over, and I was the only one who was able to fly ashore without getting wet, because I had this weird cape thing on. There was something afterwards that involved stealing a car, and ending up at this art museum in Youngstown, and getting yelled at by the president of the university. Pretty much nonsensical. I know there was a lot more to it, since I slept 9 hours last night, but sadly I can't remember. I need to be better about writing these dreams down again, since I'm getting rusty at remembering them. I'm slacking off!
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