"I'm screwed... but I don't feel screwed"
It's 4 a.m. our handy-man left here at 3 after just lying around and talking with Kelly and I. My friend Ben came to visit me tonight and it was so weird... I mean he arrived here at like 11:30... At home my mom would like kick him out at midnight to go home. But here, he could have arrived right now and no one would have anything to say about it. And he came bearing gifts which is always a plus.
I actually have the power to procrastinate. Isn't that kind of a paradoxic power to have? I made a decision and am taking full responsibility for the aftereffect.
So, now I'm sitting here at 4 a.m. and you must be wondering why. Well, my friend, I am pullin my first all-nighter. That's right, a five page paper due at 5 p.m. tommorow. Now you might be wondering, "Well... 4 p.m., so what's the rush?" The rush is simply that I have Chem tommorow (this) morning from 8-9. Second, though the paper is due at 5 p.m., this weekend I did not realize that I have Chem LAB from 1:15-5:15 on Mondays, thus I must turn in my paper before I go to chem which leaves me approximately 4 hours tommorow to do my paper if I wouldn't stay up tonight. At this moment in time, my all-nighter pulls in 8 hours of total work on my essay, which then comes down to approximately 1.5 hours a page, if I work consistently, which I obviously am not doing since I"m typing this...
On to bigger and better things: we had a fondue party tonight for my and other birthdays. I'd like to personally thank everyone for the fun! Jonathan is visiting me tommmorow. I can't wait - I miss my friends so much. Nick came the other day and might also stop by tommorow. I have dance from 9-10 so he'll come around 8 and then go down to Pitzer to see Vin, then come back.
We un-lofted our beds this weekend with the help of four of our favorite Mudd-engineers. Sam isn't an engineer, but he's a Mudder, so that's good enough.
Though I must say some of the guys weren't too sensitive to the fact that my dad had come to pick me up. Yes, cuss words were used as if they were the word "the". *embarassed*.. and even moreso references were made to events that probably should not have been made reference too in front of the father. Maybe I was just too self-conscious.
It's actually quite interesting, I haven't done one thing wrong since I've moved into this joint. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't blaze... the only thing that I could even imagine my mother getting upset about is just guys staying over and the like, but even then it was all constituted as nice kosher fun.
I actually have the power to procrastinate. Isn't that kind of a paradoxic power to have? I made a decision and am taking full responsibility for the aftereffect.
So, now I'm sitting here at 4 a.m. and you must be wondering why. Well, my friend, I am pullin my first all-nighter. That's right, a five page paper due at 5 p.m. tommorow. Now you might be wondering, "Well... 4 p.m., so what's the rush?" The rush is simply that I have Chem tommorow (this) morning from 8-9. Second, though the paper is due at 5 p.m., this weekend I did not realize that I have Chem LAB from 1:15-5:15 on Mondays, thus I must turn in my paper before I go to chem which leaves me approximately 4 hours tommorow to do my paper if I wouldn't stay up tonight. At this moment in time, my all-nighter pulls in 8 hours of total work on my essay, which then comes down to approximately 1.5 hours a page, if I work consistently, which I obviously am not doing since I"m typing this...
On to bigger and better things: we had a fondue party tonight for my and other birthdays. I'd like to personally thank everyone for the fun! Jonathan is visiting me tommmorow. I can't wait - I miss my friends so much. Nick came the other day and might also stop by tommorow. I have dance from 9-10 so he'll come around 8 and then go down to Pitzer to see Vin, then come back.
We un-lofted our beds this weekend with the help of four of our favorite Mudd-engineers. Sam isn't an engineer, but he's a Mudder, so that's good enough.
Though I must say some of the guys weren't too sensitive to the fact that my dad had come to pick me up. Yes, cuss words were used as if they were the word "the". *embarassed*.. and even moreso references were made to events that probably should not have been made reference too in front of the father. Maybe I was just too self-conscious.
It's actually quite interesting, I haven't done one thing wrong since I've moved into this joint. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't blaze... the only thing that I could even imagine my mother getting upset about is just guys staying over and the like, but even then it was all constituted as nice kosher fun.