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What a weird night last night. I sat down and played FFX for about an hour (only succeeding in confusing myself a bit... the plot doesn't quite have me yet, but the graphics do. This only makes me want them to finish Xenosaga and remake Xenogears properly even more. Drat. Now I want to play Xenosaga). Methinks I was rather thoroughly spoilt by having Xenogears be my first RPG. Ah well. That's sort of beside the point...
So, naturally the party left a good portion of the floor a bit drunker than the usual Friday. My roomie was pseudo-flirting with this one guy from the 6th (I think) floor that you just see everywhere if you live in the Shoreland. She kept telling him that he had the aura of a redhead, and apparently at one point told him that he was hot. She came back to the room to get her Strawberry Schnapps, which I had to smuggle down the hallway under my blanket, and then back again later to eat banana bread. She got so many crumbs on her that we decided to shake her over the trash can. I think it's a bit of a problem that I, the token sober one, came up with that plan. Last night she wasn't sure if she was going to remember much, so if she doesn't I'm not sure if I'm going to tell her about the whole flirting thing. The guy certainly wasn't drunk enough to forget it, though. Hmm... On the bright side, I was up until two and as far as I could tell no one had thrown up in the hallways, so that's always a good thing.
So, the whole "BJ Kitchen's shut down because they failed health inspections" was amusing and fun for about a day, because they were shipping food in from Pierce and you couldn't really tell the difference, and you felt special because you knew BJ was screwey but couldn't prove it yourself. But now the dining hall is closed until dinner Sunday, and they're getting inspected again Monday, which might mean that might be closed even longer (though I certainly hope not). And for this weekend we have to actually eat a Pierce. All the BJ dining hall kids. And they're not even letting us use our meal points for Bartlett or something to make things easier, oh no. Pierce is going to be a mess all weekend. Which means the flu's going to spread there, too... though perhaps this time they'll know that it's just a virus and not shut down the dining hall, because Pierce would probably fail bits of inspections, too.
I managed to have one terribly strange dream last night that I intended to write down, but now I can't remember it at all. Evil. Oh well, maybe I'll remember it later. I think right now I'm going to try and finish my calc homework so I can turn it in today. I won't let myself do anything fun until I finish that homework. It shouldn't take me more than an hour, I think. Except I really, really don't want to have to touch it right now. Gah!
So, naturally the party left a good portion of the floor a bit drunker than the usual Friday. My roomie was pseudo-flirting with this one guy from the 6th (I think) floor that you just see everywhere if you live in the Shoreland. She kept telling him that he had the aura of a redhead, and apparently at one point told him that he was hot. She came back to the room to get her Strawberry Schnapps, which I had to smuggle down the hallway under my blanket, and then back again later to eat banana bread. She got so many crumbs on her that we decided to shake her over the trash can. I think it's a bit of a problem that I, the token sober one, came up with that plan. Last night she wasn't sure if she was going to remember much, so if she doesn't I'm not sure if I'm going to tell her about the whole flirting thing. The guy certainly wasn't drunk enough to forget it, though. Hmm... On the bright side, I was up until two and as far as I could tell no one had thrown up in the hallways, so that's always a good thing.
So, the whole "BJ Kitchen's shut down because they failed health inspections" was amusing and fun for about a day, because they were shipping food in from Pierce and you couldn't really tell the difference, and you felt special because you knew BJ was screwey but couldn't prove it yourself. But now the dining hall is closed until dinner Sunday, and they're getting inspected again Monday, which might mean that might be closed even longer (though I certainly hope not). And for this weekend we have to actually eat a Pierce. All the BJ dining hall kids. And they're not even letting us use our meal points for Bartlett or something to make things easier, oh no. Pierce is going to be a mess all weekend. Which means the flu's going to spread there, too... though perhaps this time they'll know that it's just a virus and not shut down the dining hall, because Pierce would probably fail bits of inspections, too.
I managed to have one terribly strange dream last night that I intended to write down, but now I can't remember it at all. Evil. Oh well, maybe I'll remember it later. I think right now I'm going to try and finish my calc homework so I can turn it in today. I won't let myself do anything fun until I finish that homework. It shouldn't take me more than an hour, I think. Except I really, really don't want to have to touch it right now. Gah!
