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Tomorrow (well, later today at this point), it's going to be seventy-nine. 79! Soixant-dix-neuf! Sixty-ten nine! That's nearly four-twenties! Holy crap, Chicago!
Today I got a package from my mom. It came in a box that had formerly housed Girl Scout cookies (and apparently the Caramel DeLites have changed over to being Samosas in my area now, too). This box, however, contained no Girl Scout cookies. (It was also nearly impossible to open, even after I got a start on the maze of tape.) No, this package was full entirely with desserts and things I have to make myself. You should see my section of the pantry now. I have... four cans of soup, some canned veggies, two jars of tomatoes (homegrown and homecanned, I don't want to finish them off just yet), and a box of oatmeal. There used to be a box of Triscuits (mostly gone) that'd been there since O-Week, but I finally remembered to throw it away earlier this quarter. Anyway, across the bottom, there are now about seven or eight bread mixes, just as many muffin mixes, and a carrot cake mix. Oh, and cookie-ingredients. Unfortunately, both of my roomies are rather... healthy-like, at least when it comes to desserts. Or absentminded. Or both. Leaving me to consume these confections by myself. Okay, the muffins I can do. Those count as breakfast, and can be passed off as such. But there's no way I can finish off an entire cake. Maybe I should do study break or something.
So, I'm sort of in an odd position right now. I got back from class around 7ish today and dozed off around 8ish. Got up at eleven, and discovered they were playing DDR down on the fifth floor. I had to join them, of course, and that definitely woke me up. (I also discovered that my roomie next year is quite good, and can probably beat me, because I'm not all that accurate anymore. Woo!) So now I'm sort of sitting here... I drabbled out another 100-some words on that fic I need to have finished for Saturday (and have a plan for finishing it now! I hate it less!). I finished both my Fafsa and Profile, e-mailed my mom. E-mailed this scholarship lady to tell her that I was going to be "out of town" the first weekend in May (Rosemont counts as out-of-town, as far as I'm concerned, and nevermind that ACen isn't really what would normally fall under a vacation or something.) I just need to e-mail my Rescom boss and tell him I'm coming back next year and I'll be all caught up with my e-mail. That's just something I shouldn't do at four in the morning. I'm... I'm almost ahead in my work right now.
Letsee... I suppose I could go back and write about earlier today. It was a fairly normal day. Sat through film, realized I should do more of the reading. Went to Shakespeare, became very scared because the prof has committed my name to memory now, but has somehow associated it with someone different who's actually coming up with good points in class. Turns out the questions I stayed up to answer last night weren't collected by our TA because he didn't want them until tomorrow. But, better safe than sorry, I guess, and now I have a bit of time to clean up my answers a bit. I doubt I will, though. Then I ate lunch and began a quest for a book that was not in stock anywhere in Hyde Park. (I must remember to look for it when I'm out this Saturday.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
solitaryjane, remind me.) I was about five minutes late to the fiction class, and on the whole, I'm not entirely sure the prof hasn't already decided she doesn't like me. But that's because I was late, and that's a bad first impression, and when followed by the fact that I'm painfully shy, it usually makes it seem like I don't care about the class. I can make up for that, though. And the class actually motivated me to write again, which is exactly what it should do. I'm not sure how the actual people in the class write, but it should be interesting to see. Somehow none of us picked the same author for Paris Review interview assignment. No one seems outrageously pretentious, though, which is always a plus. Nor is anyone terribly obnoxious, which is a bigger plus. I am going to have to figure out what I want to write that isn't... well, fanfic. Now that the Apartment Story bunny's shed its bits of Hughes and Roy, though, I could easily write that as totally detached from FMA. It'd probably even work better, because I'd be less tempted to reason away the anachronisms. I guess I'll try that one when I get a chance, and see what comes out. That way the first thing people get from me is, once again, pretty much not what I write. Then again, if I keep doing this, random things are going to be what I write. Actually, they probably just are, but people tend to assume the first thing they get from you represents what you do. Kind of like the instructor's probably assumed I'm in the class for an easy grade or something (which she made abundantly clear to us wouldn't be happening). But hey... four classes now. And the workload could be way, way worse. (Nevermind that I've got a paper due next Friday, a paper due Monday, and a midterm Tuesday. Then a paper due the next week. Once I'm past that it's ACen, Scav, and then nearly the end of the quarter. Speaking of Scav... I'm not sure if I want to do the road trip, or be a co-page captain. Guess it depends on how the road trip looks. And I'd probably be better off page captaining, since I've got line memorizations due by Friday in Shakespeare and a midterm due that Monday. (Okay, so I do have a huge workload. But somehow, after that midterm, I've got nothing before the end of the quarter final papers are due. S'pose that means I should do well on them, huh?)
Today I got a package from my mom. It came in a box that had formerly housed Girl Scout cookies (and apparently the Caramel DeLites have changed over to being Samosas in my area now, too). This box, however, contained no Girl Scout cookies. (It was also nearly impossible to open, even after I got a start on the maze of tape.) No, this package was full entirely with desserts and things I have to make myself. You should see my section of the pantry now. I have... four cans of soup, some canned veggies, two jars of tomatoes (homegrown and homecanned, I don't want to finish them off just yet), and a box of oatmeal. There used to be a box of Triscuits (mostly gone) that'd been there since O-Week, but I finally remembered to throw it away earlier this quarter. Anyway, across the bottom, there are now about seven or eight bread mixes, just as many muffin mixes, and a carrot cake mix. Oh, and cookie-ingredients. Unfortunately, both of my roomies are rather... healthy-like, at least when it comes to desserts. Or absentminded. Or both. Leaving me to consume these confections by myself. Okay, the muffins I can do. Those count as breakfast, and can be passed off as such. But there's no way I can finish off an entire cake. Maybe I should do study break or something.
So, I'm sort of in an odd position right now. I got back from class around 7ish today and dozed off around 8ish. Got up at eleven, and discovered they were playing DDR down on the fifth floor. I had to join them, of course, and that definitely woke me up. (I also discovered that my roomie next year is quite good, and can probably beat me, because I'm not all that accurate anymore. Woo!) So now I'm sort of sitting here... I drabbled out another 100-some words on that fic I need to have finished for Saturday (and have a plan for finishing it now! I hate it less!). I finished both my Fafsa and Profile, e-mailed my mom. E-mailed this scholarship lady to tell her that I was going to be "out of town" the first weekend in May (Rosemont counts as out-of-town, as far as I'm concerned, and nevermind that ACen isn't really what would normally fall under a vacation or something.) I just need to e-mail my Rescom boss and tell him I'm coming back next year and I'll be all caught up with my e-mail. That's just something I shouldn't do at four in the morning. I'm... I'm almost ahead in my work right now.
Letsee... I suppose I could go back and write about earlier today. It was a fairly normal day. Sat through film, realized I should do more of the reading. Went to Shakespeare, became very scared because the prof has committed my name to memory now, but has somehow associated it with someone different who's actually coming up with good points in class. Turns out the questions I stayed up to answer last night weren't collected by our TA because he didn't want them until tomorrow. But, better safe than sorry, I guess, and now I have a bit of time to clean up my answers a bit. I doubt I will, though. Then I ate lunch and began a quest for a book that was not in stock anywhere in Hyde Park. (I must remember to look for it when I'm out this Saturday.
solitaryjane, remind me.) I was about five minutes late to the fiction class, and on the whole, I'm not entirely sure the prof hasn't already decided she doesn't like me. But that's because I was late, and that's a bad first impression, and when followed by the fact that I'm painfully shy, it usually makes it seem like I don't care about the class. I can make up for that, though. And the class actually motivated me to write again, which is exactly what it should do. I'm not sure how the actual people in the class write, but it should be interesting to see. Somehow none of us picked the same author for Paris Review interview assignment. No one seems outrageously pretentious, though, which is always a plus. Nor is anyone terribly obnoxious, which is a bigger plus. I am going to have to figure out what I want to write that isn't... well, fanfic. Now that the Apartment Story bunny's shed its bits of Hughes and Roy, though, I could easily write that as totally detached from FMA. It'd probably even work better, because I'd be less tempted to reason away the anachronisms. I guess I'll try that one when I get a chance, and see what comes out. That way the first thing people get from me is, once again, pretty much not what I write. Then again, if I keep doing this, random things are going to be what I write. Actually, they probably just are, but people tend to assume the first thing they get from you represents what you do. Kind of like the instructor's probably assumed I'm in the class for an easy grade or something (which she made abundantly clear to us wouldn't be happening). But hey... four classes now. And the workload could be way, way worse. (Nevermind that I've got a paper due next Friday, a paper due Monday, and a midterm Tuesday. Then a paper due the next week. Once I'm past that it's ACen, Scav, and then nearly the end of the quarter. Speaking of Scav... I'm not sure if I want to do the road trip, or be a co-page captain. Guess it depends on how the road trip looks. And I'd probably be better off page captaining, since I've got line memorizations due by Friday in Shakespeare and a midterm due that Monday. (Okay, so I do have a huge workload. But somehow, after that midterm, I've got nothing before the end of the quarter final papers are due. S'pose that means I should do well on them, huh?)