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Money Money Money...
So, silly little old me is on the eBay stuff again. This time ordering some DDR pads for my little sister. It's only $25 for a pair of really nice ones though, so provided no one outbids me by too much, I'll be quite happy. Of course, the shipping is just as much as the pads, but oh well. That's still a lot cheaper than I'd get them otherwise. My mom will probably be mad at me, because if I actually win the auction, then she'll definitely have to buy my sister a PS2. But I can explain to her that they'd just be for next year when my roomies and I have a playstation. Hehe, I am a truely evil person, too, because originally my sister was asking for a Gameboy, and I told my mom she might as well get her a playstation 2 because it only costs a bit more, and my sister would get a lot more out of it. And now look what I've caused. Total havoc. Just because I'm going to want to play DDR once in awhile over the summer, too. And I want decent pads for it. I can afford little indulgences for my sister, can't I? We can be DDR snobs together, and next year I can carry on my roomie's tradition, since she'll be down at ASU.
Sigh... today was my last drama class. As much as I complained about it being evil and pretentious the first two or three weeks, I've really grown to love it. And I'm going to miss it so horribly. I feel like a whole lot of us just knew each other really well, even though we rarely saw each other outside the class. I hope we have a chance to all get together sometime. Hehe, it was suggested that we all go stalk our instructor at Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. I'm afraid she'd start to think I was weird if I went to see it twice in two weeks, though.
Oh dear goodness, I am so happy I am done with classes for this quarter. I want to do a little dance... but I guess I'm not really done until I turn in my calc homework tomorrow. My last class-related non-final thing though, is my problem session tonight. And hopefully the TA will answer most of the homework questions and I won't have to do too much work. Darn calculus.
It must be the deep breath before finals week here... Harper's pretty abandoned. Maybe it's because it's still all sunny out, though. I kind of want to go sit outside. But then I remember that it's still cold. And I dont' like being cold. My room is always cold anymore, because they're not running the heat as often. It's like my poor little room is constantly at the mercy of the boiler room. Evil broken radiator. A few nights ago, it ended up being on so high I woke up in the middle of the night and had to curl up next to the wall because it was cooler there. I think somehow in my sleep-affected delerium I also turned off my alarm, because that was the morning that I slept through Bio.
Track practice today was actually nice. I was able to run an 800 without my shins eating me. And then I was able to jump without my shins eating me, too. This, my lovely people, is improvement. I should randomly take a week off out of frustration all the time. The coach was happy, too. And he's leaving for spring break after today (practice on our own, woo!) so I'm glad I was able to leave him with a less-bad memory of my jumping. Hey, maybe spring season won't be so bad afterall. I just need to remember that while I'm home, I should get new running shoes. I hate these ones like nothing else. They're evil. I bet they were causing part of my shin splints, too. Darn them. They mock me. I can see it. They're sitting there going "Na na na na na na, I don't really fit you properly and mess you up when you run. Na na na na na na." My shoes are talking to me... I think I'd better shut up now.
Oh... the biggest development this week... our relentless mocking of the Sick Asian's accent and lack of ability to pronounce an l at the end of a word has actually forced him into practicing it. His roomie told us that he woke up one morning to him saying soul and making strange faces. This is either demonic possession, or improvement. When we're in large groups, he's actually rather fun to be around. Mostly because we can cause this one girl on our floor to almost die of laughter by mocking him. Gosh darn, we are so evil sometimes. Mwahahahahaha!
Sigh... today was my last drama class. As much as I complained about it being evil and pretentious the first two or three weeks, I've really grown to love it. And I'm going to miss it so horribly. I feel like a whole lot of us just knew each other really well, even though we rarely saw each other outside the class. I hope we have a chance to all get together sometime. Hehe, it was suggested that we all go stalk our instructor at Too Much Light Makes the Baby Go Blind. I'm afraid she'd start to think I was weird if I went to see it twice in two weeks, though.
Oh dear goodness, I am so happy I am done with classes for this quarter. I want to do a little dance... but I guess I'm not really done until I turn in my calc homework tomorrow. My last class-related non-final thing though, is my problem session tonight. And hopefully the TA will answer most of the homework questions and I won't have to do too much work. Darn calculus.
It must be the deep breath before finals week here... Harper's pretty abandoned. Maybe it's because it's still all sunny out, though. I kind of want to go sit outside. But then I remember that it's still cold. And I dont' like being cold. My room is always cold anymore, because they're not running the heat as often. It's like my poor little room is constantly at the mercy of the boiler room. Evil broken radiator. A few nights ago, it ended up being on so high I woke up in the middle of the night and had to curl up next to the wall because it was cooler there. I think somehow in my sleep-affected delerium I also turned off my alarm, because that was the morning that I slept through Bio.
Track practice today was actually nice. I was able to run an 800 without my shins eating me. And then I was able to jump without my shins eating me, too. This, my lovely people, is improvement. I should randomly take a week off out of frustration all the time. The coach was happy, too. And he's leaving for spring break after today (practice on our own, woo!) so I'm glad I was able to leave him with a less-bad memory of my jumping. Hey, maybe spring season won't be so bad afterall. I just need to remember that while I'm home, I should get new running shoes. I hate these ones like nothing else. They're evil. I bet they were causing part of my shin splints, too. Darn them. They mock me. I can see it. They're sitting there going "Na na na na na na, I don't really fit you properly and mess you up when you run. Na na na na na na." My shoes are talking to me... I think I'd better shut up now.
Oh... the biggest development this week... our relentless mocking of the Sick Asian's accent and lack of ability to pronounce an l at the end of a word has actually forced him into practicing it. His roomie told us that he woke up one morning to him saying soul and making strange faces. This is either demonic possession, or improvement. When we're in large groups, he's actually rather fun to be around. Mostly because we can cause this one girl on our floor to almost die of laughter by mocking him. Gosh darn, we are so evil sometimes. Mwahahahahaha!