Gah. Of COURSE.
So, I am in a rather different location than usual. 4 out of five times I am in my dorm, 1 out of 10 times I am somewhere associated with my Dad (such as in my room, in the living room, or in my step-grandparents' living room), and 1 out of 10 times I am at my Mom's. My current location is therefore unheard of. Where am I? I am in the LIBRARY.
Why am I in the library? Well, it starts with me being a member of a poster group for Genetics which is talking about genetic heritability. We were supposed to meet in the library at 7, so I headed over there like a good little student. And then I twiddled my thumbs for ten minutes.
Me: Where are my group members? Are they hiding? (They weren't) Are they in the computer labs? (They weren't) Are they even in the confounded library? (They weren't)
So, I went to the computer lab, logged on, and checked my email.
Email: Hey, I can't make it. Meet at 8?
Sarah: *curses*
I was too lazy to troop back to my dorm, so now I'm waiting patiently in the library's main floor computer lab and wasting time by doing Livejournal-type stuff. I've already found out quite a bit about mitochondrial DNA, and I don't really want to find more. And I can't do the stuff that I usually do because this is a LIBRARY and they tend to frown on stuff like music and games, and I don't have my apocafic saved on my H drive--which is basically my network drive--so I can't work on that, either. Blast. I think I have some other stories saved to that drive though, so I might poke at them in the meantime. Or maybe I will be naughty and start another story.
25 minutes, 25 minutes. Doo-dah-doo.
Nothing big's going on. People are freaking out about finals. Its rather depressing. I shall reach that level of anxiety eventually, I suppose.
Played Apples to Apples on Friday. First time I've ever played it--I can see why so many people like the game. Its awesome. And hilarious. However, near the end of the game I started cursing at my hand of cards.
Me: Goddammit!
Random friend: Another painter?
Me: Yes.
Random friend: Sarah?
Me: Yes?
Random friend: You placed that one, didn't you? *points at card featuring a painter submitted for the green card*
Me: Yes.
I have a new hate for painters. And architects. And authors. But only the ones featured in Apples to Apples. All the other painters, architects, and authors are fairly awesome.
No new email. Sad day. I seriously need to go to Wal-Mart, but my plans keep being foiled. Curses!
Someone starts playing tinkly music: the entire lab turns to stare. However, the tinkly music persists. It is mainly piano pounding now. And...it stopped!
I want to meditate. Maybe I should attend the meditation thing. It might help me destress, or at least give me something to do.
15 minutes!
While I wait, I am going to brainstorm and come up with at least a drabble. I shall then post it up here by the end of the night! I apologize in advance if it features mitochondrial DNA. It is irresistable!
Why am I in the library? Well, it starts with me being a member of a poster group for Genetics which is talking about genetic heritability. We were supposed to meet in the library at 7, so I headed over there like a good little student. And then I twiddled my thumbs for ten minutes.
Me: Where are my group members? Are they hiding? (They weren't) Are they in the computer labs? (They weren't) Are they even in the confounded library? (They weren't)
So, I went to the computer lab, logged on, and checked my email.
Email: Hey, I can't make it. Meet at 8?
Sarah: *curses*
I was too lazy to troop back to my dorm, so now I'm waiting patiently in the library's main floor computer lab and wasting time by doing Livejournal-type stuff. I've already found out quite a bit about mitochondrial DNA, and I don't really want to find more. And I can't do the stuff that I usually do because this is a LIBRARY and they tend to frown on stuff like music and games, and I don't have my apocafic saved on my H drive--which is basically my network drive--so I can't work on that, either. Blast. I think I have some other stories saved to that drive though, so I might poke at them in the meantime. Or maybe I will be naughty and start another story.
25 minutes, 25 minutes. Doo-dah-doo.
Nothing big's going on. People are freaking out about finals. Its rather depressing. I shall reach that level of anxiety eventually, I suppose.
Played Apples to Apples on Friday. First time I've ever played it--I can see why so many people like the game. Its awesome. And hilarious. However, near the end of the game I started cursing at my hand of cards.
Me: Goddammit!
Random friend: Another painter?
Me: Yes.
Random friend: Sarah?
Me: Yes?
Random friend: You placed that one, didn't you? *points at card featuring a painter submitted for the green card*
Me: Yes.
I have a new hate for painters. And architects. And authors. But only the ones featured in Apples to Apples. All the other painters, architects, and authors are fairly awesome.
No new email. Sad day. I seriously need to go to Wal-Mart, but my plans keep being foiled. Curses!
Someone starts playing tinkly music: the entire lab turns to stare. However, the tinkly music persists. It is mainly piano pounding now. And...it stopped!
I want to meditate. Maybe I should attend the meditation thing. It might help me destress, or at least give me something to do.
15 minutes!
While I wait, I am going to brainstorm and come up with at least a drabble. I shall then post it up here by the end of the night! I apologize in advance if it features mitochondrial DNA. It is irresistable!