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Question: Will the insanity ever stop?
Answer: No. No it won't.
I imagine this debate the guys have going on will continue on well into bar night. I don't want to think about what they'll be like when they're all drunk. Eep. And they'll be wandering into the room sometime around 2am or so... great. As if I didn't already fall asleep in Hum. And I can't really get anything done because it's so loud out there... so I'm in the louge right now. As you can probably tell, it's obivously doing me a heck of a lot of good, since all I'm doing right now is just typing away. As usual. This has got to be incredibly boring. I'm sorry. I resolve, instead of making tons of pointless entries, to save everything up for one long and perhaps interesting one later on.
Oh.. I was walking out of the dining hall today, and I passed this room on the first floor... and when you pass the rooms on the first floor, if they have any sort of light on, you can see exactly what's going on... and they were watching Stargate. Gosh darn them. Hehe, I was so tempted to just stand outside their window or something. Or just walk into the dorm and then knock on their door. I wish I could do silly random things like that. But then I stop to think about how horribly freaked out I'd be if someone did that to me. So I suppose the first step would be to stop being horribly freaked out by random things. That's going to take a bit of work. Huh... I sort of miss TV now. That's bizarre. I guess I'll try to compensate by going downstairs and picking up my print jobs so I can read the evil stuff for Hum. I wonder when our first response paper's going to be due... There are supposed to be a lot of them, but he hasn't assigned anything yet... that I can remember. It sort of makes me paranoid that perhaps I was zoned out at the time...
Oh! And I actually participated in drama class today! It's the first step to recovery... or reformation.. or cookies. One of those three. I hope it's the latter. Huh.. I suppose in that situation it would have to be "former, latter, or.. middle?"
Wow, I said I'd shut up, didn't I?? Eep. And then I continued to ramble. The guys have actually stopped arguing now. Maybe I should seek help. Actually, I want to go ask my adviser what sort of concentration she'd recommend for someone that wanted to be a spy, private eye, or super hero. See if she sends me to counseling or something.
This entry is really just here so I can look at my new icon.
[Edit: This entry got posted three times... three! What the heck, internet??]
Answer: No. No it won't.
I imagine this debate the guys have going on will continue on well into bar night. I don't want to think about what they'll be like when they're all drunk. Eep. And they'll be wandering into the room sometime around 2am or so... great. As if I didn't already fall asleep in Hum. And I can't really get anything done because it's so loud out there... so I'm in the louge right now. As you can probably tell, it's obivously doing me a heck of a lot of good, since all I'm doing right now is just typing away. As usual. This has got to be incredibly boring. I'm sorry. I resolve, instead of making tons of pointless entries, to save everything up for one long and perhaps interesting one later on.
Oh.. I was walking out of the dining hall today, and I passed this room on the first floor... and when you pass the rooms on the first floor, if they have any sort of light on, you can see exactly what's going on... and they were watching Stargate. Gosh darn them. Hehe, I was so tempted to just stand outside their window or something. Or just walk into the dorm and then knock on their door. I wish I could do silly random things like that. But then I stop to think about how horribly freaked out I'd be if someone did that to me. So I suppose the first step would be to stop being horribly freaked out by random things. That's going to take a bit of work. Huh... I sort of miss TV now. That's bizarre. I guess I'll try to compensate by going downstairs and picking up my print jobs so I can read the evil stuff for Hum. I wonder when our first response paper's going to be due... There are supposed to be a lot of them, but he hasn't assigned anything yet... that I can remember. It sort of makes me paranoid that perhaps I was zoned out at the time...
Oh! And I actually participated in drama class today! It's the first step to recovery... or reformation.. or cookies. One of those three. I hope it's the latter. Huh.. I suppose in that situation it would have to be "former, latter, or.. middle?"
Wow, I said I'd shut up, didn't I?? Eep. And then I continued to ramble. The guys have actually stopped arguing now. Maybe I should seek help. Actually, I want to go ask my adviser what sort of concentration she'd recommend for someone that wanted to be a spy, private eye, or super hero. See if she sends me to counseling or something.
This entry is really just here so I can look at my new icon.
[Edit: This entry got posted three times... three! What the heck, internet??]
