November 21, 2002 :: 11:27 a.m.
I'm fairly sure I said no interruptions
Yawn. That's how I'm feeling. I woke up this morning and jumped out of bed, thinking that I'd overslept. I brushed my teeth and washed my face and started to get dressed, and then I noticed that it was only 8:03. Damn. But I got to watch Buffy, "Checkpoint," the ep where Quentin Travers (sp?) and his band of bespectacled Council members pop in to "review" Buffy's skills and she tells them what's what with the help of a big sword. It's a good episode, and definitely a good way to start the day. But then there was English class - blah. I couldn't stay awake to save my life. And I learned that I do, in fact, have class on Tuesday, which is irritating. I'm learning all sorts of irritating little things about my classes lately. Last night I learned that Madame Bowley actually is making us take a final, as opposed to the way she's worked it in the past - if you have above a 94% or something, you don't have to take it. I have way, way above a 94%, and I had my poor little non-French-speaking heart set on no final. Grr. And the English presentation - oral stuff gives me hives. Except for, well, you know. The good kind of oral stuff. Heh.
Basically, I just want to go back to sleep. I can't, though. Adam and I are heading to lunch soon, and then I should work on my damn Anthro project until it's time for a fun-filled Statistics test. Woo. After that I don't have any classes, thank god, but I have to go to Giant and get conditioner and shaving cream and some baby carrots, if I can afford them. I've got a big six dollars available to me until my new debit card comes, so it'll be cheapo, store brand stuff for me today. Not that store brand things are bad... I'm just a bit of a shampoo/conditioner snob. I like my Herbal Essences too much.
The evening SHOULD be spent working on the dreadful Anthropology project, but in reality it will probably be spent watching Buffy and slacking off. I'm losing any tiny bit of motivation that I may have had at the beginning of the semester... mainly because I just do not care anymore. At first this place was something of a novelty, a different place with new things to do, but now it's just a place with lots of stupid people and nothing that I want to study. It's not fun anymore. It's the exact opposite of fun, which, in case you aren't among the enlightened, would be SUCK. But it's got my baby, it's got Adam, and so there's still one reason to stick it out. Whatever happens, I cannot live in the dorms again next year. I'll go insane and start knifing (I don't think that's a real word, nor do I care) people in my sleep. Hey, at least I'd be able to plead Not Guilt by Reason of Unconsciousness at my trial. That would be good fun, I imagine.
On an ending note I'd like to mention that there's a baby Weetabix on campus. Seriously, the resemblance is freakish. It makes me want to be her friend, because curvy round girls make the best friends, but my almost comical lack of any sort of social skills prevent that from happening. Alas. But in any case, it's weird and funny and I thought it merited a blip in el diario.
Cheers.
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