Hail in the inferno
To start all such matters off, Friday. On this Friday, I was lucky enough to get locked in the library Thursday night/ Friday morning. Not that I'm complaining, since the couches there are really comfortable and way better fro sleeping on compared to the chairs in the lounge. Anyhow, it was for that reason and because I also happened to doze off in one of these couches that I ended up getting locked in the library for the nth time.
I'll admit, though, that waking up in a dark corner of the library with most of the lights off is unnerving. I freaked out a bit when I first woke up sporadically at some odd time in the morning, and panicked for a moment upon the revelation that I had no bloody clue as to where I was. Then I came to my senses, calmed down and set to strolling around the empty library. It wasn't too bad, until you considered you that you were the only living person in a fairly large building. Then it become relatively spooky, especially when Mad World popped up on shuffle while I was wandering around the various book shelves. Then I heard something fall on the other end of the building, which freaked me out. I do wonder what it was. Anyhow, I didn't spend much of the night sleeping, but rather stalking around, reading Mistborn and trying to find somewhere warm in that place. I don't know what the case was with that night, but for some reason it was cold. Really, frigidly cold, which didn't make for a happy me.
Somewhere along the night, Vin popped in along before I actually did manage to fall asleep. On the topside, I now mostly more or less get electron geometry. Or I think I do at least, which amounts to the same thing.
The rest of Friday wasn't much better.
I was, though, on time for chemistry for the first time in a long time. A few hours after class, I decided to go hunting for my chem professor to nag him about my lab situation and if he had made up his mind on the matter. I just happened to walk in on him blasting his radio and singing along to 'Total Eclipse of the Heart' in a very off key voice. I sort of just stood there, not exactly sure as to what I should do. He noticed me standing there, staring, and asked me what I was looking so surprised about, as if seeing your professor singing in his office is something of the norm. Why, it is on Fridays, of course.
The rest of the day just more awkward as time went on.
Lunch, for good measure. I was walking onwards to the dining hall, completely intent solely on getting myself some food when I see both of my suitemates exiting the dining hall. One of them comes up to me, gives me a hug and tells me that he has something to tell me, which apparently translated into the third notification that Gettings is 'really, really hot'. Which then lead into the question if I agreed. I just opted for a very sarcastic yes, then proceeded to make up some excuse for being late to class to get myself out of the situation.
Later on in the day, we had the first sect of presentations for the chem recitation. They were for the most part uneventful, except for the hot ice demonstration. That one was a good deal more exciting; I feel sorry for the group that suffered from presenting it, though. Their prepared solution, while being heated, did reacted badly for some reason and the whole solution exploded. They managed to recover, since they had two other beakers with the selfsame solution. The only other incident occurred when they demonstrated the super saturated nature of the solution, but apparently didn't account for how saturated their solution actually was- they were quite unable to get it out of the beaker.
Then came the daily showing of FNM. There wasn't anything particularly interesting that happened along the way down, but things did get a bit more interesting once I did get there. For one, there were a lot more people there than usual, particularly ones I didn't recognize. Which was fine by me- the only issue arose when I saw a girl playing one a round. Normally, I wouldn't have commented on it or noticed her very much, except there just seemed to be something off about her that kept nagging at the back of my mind. She was kind of cute, though. I managed to keep it out of my head for a while, until I started playing Travis, where somewhere in the game we managed to get on the conversation of the influx of new people, and him commenting he thought the girl in question was 'cute', which we both concurred on as we took turns attempting to kill one another.
We thought the conversation was out of her earshot, considering she was sitting two tables down and it was somewhat noisy.
Apparently, we were wrong. She then said 'Thank you' in a deep, clearly masculine voice.
Travis fell out of his chair, saying a long string of words I won't repeat. I just sort of sat there, torn between alternating shock and amusement.
Well. I'll admit that he didn't make a bad looking girl, compared to the transvestites. Which, I'm guessing, was his goal.
It's kind of sad, isn't it?
I think I’ll just stop there. I don't think I can say anything else on the matter. Except that life has a sense of irony too large for itself.