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So... I'm sitting in Harper again, trying to look official by not using the actual livejournal website. Woo me. I've got way too much stuff to do tonight. I had way too much stuff to do today. I am beat. Got up this morning, wrote the rest of my performance review in a hurry for drama today. Went to Bio, took a lot of notes, went to lunch, read and re-read by lines for Antigone, went to drama, managed not to lose my voice but still forgot one of my lines after my partner forgot one of hers. Didn't get my artistic sensibilites handed back to me slaughtered this time though, which is an improvement. I got chastized a bit for not making eye contact (who heard that all last year in drama? and the year before? yeah. you'd think I'd do something about that eventually? Nooo). And anyway, eye contact is hard with people you don't know. Then I had track. And as per usual this week, I was exhausted. We did run-throughs and scissor kicks and backovers and my legs felt like they were going to fall off because everything hurts worse when you're sick. Then we watched some film from last weekend (I didn't suck so bad as usual!) and ended up making fun of each other. And now we've all got nicknames... Molases runs up to the bar too slowly, Walter Peyton... umm.. I have no idea why we call her that, Spaz isn't consistant in her approach, I can't remember the nickname for the one who kicks like a fish, because it was really weird... and then there's me. I'm Drive-By, because I run up to the bar and don't jump, then go back and do it again. OK, so it was funny at the time!
And now I'm gonna sit here for a bit more, then put my computer away (if I can fit it back in my bookbag with my workout clothes and all the fruit I stole from the dining hall) and work on calc for a bit. Then I'm going to my problem session, where I'm going to sit there and write down all the answers again (hooray for problem session!) Aaaand then I'm going to go back to the dorm after catching the trusty 8:30 D-bus and I'm gonna read DuBois for a few hours and then write my response paper, which will be total BS because the question is "What do you think the true purpose of the musical passages at the beginning of each chapter represents?" or something of the sort, and there is no real proper answer to that. I'm better at the total BS ones, though. For some reason, if I don't take it seriously I have a lot easier time coming up with support for my ideas. And I feel like I'm allowed to form an opinion. For some reason, in all my other papers I can never really take a stand on anything. Heh, I wrote a position paper for Bio that took no position whatsoever (unfortunately, the TA noticed so I have to come up with a new thesis before I turn in the final draft. I still managed a 4/5 on the rough draft though, which means "I would've accepted it as a final draft and given it a decent grade," while most of the rest of the class got 3s or so. So I guess I did other things right. Goshdarnit, why the heck is my particular Hum class so full of good writers?? Under normal cirucumstances, I can pass for "fairly good." What the heck? Maybe the graders just don't like me or something. Hehe, I love the vendetta excuse. So overused. I got a B because the teacher hated me, darnit! Whoa... still parenthesis. I'd better stop that.)
Well... now it's almost 7. I am still bored. I am still sitting in Harper (because obviously I am not walking around campus typing on my computer, because I'd have to find a way to levitate it in front of me, and that would be hard, and mostly useless, and people would think I was weird). It really echos when you cough in here. I also accidentally still had the sound on when I turned this on, too. I hate it when that happens. At least I was in the corner, so no one knew it was me specifically. When people can actually turn and glare at me it makes me nervous. People in general make me nervous. People here make me more nervous than most. But I've noticed this quarter I've gotten a lot more used to them. It still really freaking bothers me though, when people sit around at dinner and such and do all that intellectual bragging. And it bothers me even more when people sit around and say things like "Yeah, I applied to Harvard and Yale and Cornell, but since I didn't get in I had to settle for this" or "This was my ninth-choice school, I should've gone to Rutgers." Goshdarnit people shut up... what about people like me that were really freaking happy just to get in here? You know how stupid that makes me feel? Sure, I know there are a lot of people here that wanted to go to the Ivies but decided not to or whatever stupid reason they had. But you don't have to tell me every day, and it certainly doesn't make you better than me. Sure, I'm in the middle, but despite all my complaining, I'm happy. You don't have to make me feel stupid to make yourself feel better, do you?
Hmm... that's a bit more rambling than I had planned (and it's directed at no one in particular, but people were posturing again today at dinner and though I wasn't directly involved it really freakin' annoyed me). So now all of a sudden it's ten-after... not really worth it to get out my calc and work on it. I hope we do a lot of the problems at problem session then, because I don't want to have to put in another hour of work on everything else tonight. I've got to get to bed before midnight. Or maybe caffeine will decide to start working again tomorrow morning. Gah!
And now I'm gonna sit here for a bit more, then put my computer away (if I can fit it back in my bookbag with my workout clothes and all the fruit I stole from the dining hall) and work on calc for a bit. Then I'm going to my problem session, where I'm going to sit there and write down all the answers again (hooray for problem session!) Aaaand then I'm going to go back to the dorm after catching the trusty 8:30 D-bus and I'm gonna read DuBois for a few hours and then write my response paper, which will be total BS because the question is "What do you think the true purpose of the musical passages at the beginning of each chapter represents?" or something of the sort, and there is no real proper answer to that. I'm better at the total BS ones, though. For some reason, if I don't take it seriously I have a lot easier time coming up with support for my ideas. And I feel like I'm allowed to form an opinion. For some reason, in all my other papers I can never really take a stand on anything. Heh, I wrote a position paper for Bio that took no position whatsoever (unfortunately, the TA noticed so I have to come up with a new thesis before I turn in the final draft. I still managed a 4/5 on the rough draft though, which means "I would've accepted it as a final draft and given it a decent grade," while most of the rest of the class got 3s or so. So I guess I did other things right. Goshdarnit, why the heck is my particular Hum class so full of good writers?? Under normal cirucumstances, I can pass for "fairly good." What the heck? Maybe the graders just don't like me or something. Hehe, I love the vendetta excuse. So overused. I got a B because the teacher hated me, darnit! Whoa... still parenthesis. I'd better stop that.)
Well... now it's almost 7. I am still bored. I am still sitting in Harper (because obviously I am not walking around campus typing on my computer, because I'd have to find a way to levitate it in front of me, and that would be hard, and mostly useless, and people would think I was weird). It really echos when you cough in here. I also accidentally still had the sound on when I turned this on, too. I hate it when that happens. At least I was in the corner, so no one knew it was me specifically. When people can actually turn and glare at me it makes me nervous. People in general make me nervous. People here make me more nervous than most. But I've noticed this quarter I've gotten a lot more used to them. It still really freaking bothers me though, when people sit around at dinner and such and do all that intellectual bragging. And it bothers me even more when people sit around and say things like "Yeah, I applied to Harvard and Yale and Cornell, but since I didn't get in I had to settle for this" or "This was my ninth-choice school, I should've gone to Rutgers." Goshdarnit people shut up... what about people like me that were really freaking happy just to get in here? You know how stupid that makes me feel? Sure, I know there are a lot of people here that wanted to go to the Ivies but decided not to or whatever stupid reason they had. But you don't have to tell me every day, and it certainly doesn't make you better than me. Sure, I'm in the middle, but despite all my complaining, I'm happy. You don't have to make me feel stupid to make yourself feel better, do you?
Hmm... that's a bit more rambling than I had planned (and it's directed at no one in particular, but people were posturing again today at dinner and though I wasn't directly involved it really freakin' annoyed me). So now all of a sudden it's ten-after... not really worth it to get out my calc and work on it. I hope we do a lot of the problems at problem session then, because I don't want to have to put in another hour of work on everything else tonight. I've got to get to bed before midnight. Or maybe caffeine will decide to start working again tomorrow morning. Gah!
