April 30, 2004 :: 10:31 p.m.
mingler... mangler... it's all the same to Word
Ah, Friday night. New
Joan. Good times. It was an excellent episode; I'll probably sit and re-watch my tape of it before I go to bed.
Obsessive? What? Me? Never!
Or, uh... totally. I have no shame. And also, it appears, no life.
In less pathetic news, I finally got a hold of the Dead at PCA&D, with whom I have been trying to make an appointment to register for classes. I'm scheduled for Tuesday at 1; hopefully Adam will be accompanying me. I'd hate to make the trek alone, especially since my car is lacking in musical accompaniment of any sort. So, that should be interesting at least. And then we're heading back up on Saturday for the Roommate Meet & Greet, even though I'm still praying to any deity that will listen to allow me to get enough loans to NOT have a roommate. Because seriously? I'm a horrible roommate. I admit it. I'm a cranky hermit. I'm hard to live with at best; at worst, I would very probably end up exchanging blows with my unfortunate suite-mate. I don't want to be subjected to anyone else and I certainly don't want anyone else to be subjected to me, so it's in the best interest of everyone involved if I just find a way to afford a tiny little apartment all of my own. But better safe than sorry, I suppose, so off to the Meet & Greet I go. There are worse things in the world than mingling with my fellow future students, I guess. Although I'm not much of a mingler.
Ha! As if that isn't just the understatement of the century. I'm like the Student Service department's worst nightmare when it comes to stuff like this. I don't want to get out and meet new people. I don't want to chat, or mix, or interact in any way. All those activities for new students that LVC organized at the beginning of the semester? I attended absolutely zero. I do not feel bad about it. I don't want stranger foisted upon me. Pretending to be pleasant and interested is tiring. Seriously. I am the dictionary definition of introverted. Venturing over to the extroverted way of things is not only uncomfortable, but genuinely exhausting. Leave me to my dank and lifeless closet, please. A few good book and a T-1 connection is all I ask.
Man, I am so growing old alone on a mounting someplace, surrounded by llamas and cats.
God, it's going to be May in an hour and a half. That's so scary. How come time only started moving at light speed after I turned 18? It's not fair that time actually accelerates when you start getting older, dammit. That shit needs to slow down about now, thanks.
And with that, I'm off to watch the same episode of Joan that I just watched 2 hours ago. I should really hunker down and do my stupid still-life for Drawing, but I don't waaaaaaaant to. Whine whine whine. Two drawings left. Just two. How come that still seems like entirely too many?
Gah. Sweet, sweet procrastination. Your arms still feel like home.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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