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If I didn't have my long overdue calc hanging over my head, today would've been great. I got up at 10:30 or so, sat around a bit, tried ot sort out the taxes with my mom (the government's thoroughly screwing us over on our refund because I paid my tuition rather than my mom)... I tried really hard to do my calc around 2 or so, honest, but it just didn't get done. Around 4 or so my friend came in and started playing FFX, then about six of us went down to the Co-op for groceries because we were making lasagna for dinner. Our little dinner parties are always fun, but this one was great... we had mood lighting (two candles stuck in wine bottles) and lots of people sitting around being... well... weird. We talked about having theme songs for everyone on the floor... somehow I ended up (by a large consensus) having Amish Paradise. Apparently it's silly and lighthearted and therefore me. I'll have to give this a bit more thought, but I guess I'll deal with it. Hehehe. Afterall, I gave ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hisspit Secret Asian Man (actually wait... that makes sense. Bah!). After that I played FFX while a bunch of people watched and we mocked the slow, slow progress of the plot. And my style of playing RPGs (talk to everyone, don't pay any attention to what's going on in the battles). It plays like a giant cinematic scene. Or "an infuriating, 40-hour interactive exceedingly slow movie." I'm going to keep playing it though, because I imagine things will get more interesting. Especially when Auron reappears. And I'm sure he wills. He seems the type to know what's going on. The type that knows what's going on but doesn't tell you... but at least you have the feeling that something is going on and you're not just wandering around dancing and watching cinematic scenes. I want to turn the blitzball victory sign/prayer into some sort of greeting...
On a more negative hand (since I can't seem to make an entry without complaining) PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE AN OPEN INVITATION TO SIT DOWN/LAY DOWN/SLEEP ON MY BED!!!! Actually... there is only one person that bothers me when they do this... I think everyone who would care knows exactly who I'm talking about. The only reason I'm not completely elatedly looking forward to next year when I've got an triple-apartment with two rather cool roomies and a kitchen. Gah. I'd better go before I complain some more, even though I could devote probably another half an hour to talking about what I was going to talk about: the state of the dorky bunch of guys back home that are now mostly engaged or with girlfriends, or being flirty-flirty with certain people that's just really sort of funny and cute and sort of unexpected, but not really when you actually think about it, which isn't something you had thought to do before.
There is a knife sticking out of my roomie's course catalog. It illustrates exactly how most of us feel about next quarter. We've been venting frustration on it all night. It's great... I should take a picture. Actually, next week, I think I'll go around campus with my roomie's camera and take random pictures of my day. That would be interesting (well... no, probably not, but I will anyway).
hisspit Secret Asian Man (actually wait... that makes sense. Bah!). After that I played FFX while a bunch of people watched and we mocked the slow, slow progress of the plot. And my style of playing RPGs (talk to everyone, don't pay any attention to what's going on in the battles). It plays like a giant cinematic scene. Or "an infuriating, 40-hour interactive exceedingly slow movie." I'm going to keep playing it though, because I imagine things will get more interesting. Especially when Auron reappears. And I'm sure he wills. He seems the type to know what's going on. The type that knows what's going on but doesn't tell you... but at least you have the feeling that something is going on and you're not just wandering around dancing and watching cinematic scenes. I want to turn the blitzball victory sign/prayer into some sort of greeting...On a more negative hand (since I can't seem to make an entry without complaining) PEOPLE DO NOT HAVE AN OPEN INVITATION TO SIT DOWN/LAY DOWN/SLEEP ON MY BED!!!! Actually... there is only one person that bothers me when they do this... I think everyone who would care knows exactly who I'm talking about. The only reason I'm not completely elatedly looking forward to next year when I've got an triple-apartment with two rather cool roomies and a kitchen. Gah. I'd better go before I complain some more, even though I could devote probably another half an hour to talking about what I was going to talk about: the state of the dorky bunch of guys back home that are now mostly engaged or with girlfriends, or being flirty-flirty with certain people that's just really sort of funny and cute and sort of unexpected, but not really when you actually think about it, which isn't something you had thought to do before.
There is a knife sticking out of my roomie's course catalog. It illustrates exactly how most of us feel about next quarter. We've been venting frustration on it all night. It's great... I should take a picture. Actually, next week, I think I'll go around campus with my roomie's camera and take random pictures of my day. That would be interesting (well... no, probably not, but I will anyway).
