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It's pouring outside with thunder and lightning and who knows what else because I'm too scared to look out. I had a class at 1:55, so I went, turned in my paper, told the teacher I had to go somewhere (hey she said thats ok we weren't doing anything important anyway), and RAN back to my room just in time before it got really bad. Good thing I don't have to leave until 7ish. RxBandits are going to be playing for free at the Reitz tonight, I don't really like them but I'll go if the PLA meeting doesn't take forever.
Anyway, Tuesday I went to Newman Club with Diana and Cassie and it was the best taco salad I have ever had. I had seconds and brought back thirds for the next day. We visited Celeste at the computer lab afterwards.
Yesterday was pretty hectic, I had so much work. Finally having an actual conversation with someone made me really happy. I went to all three of my classes in the morning/afternoon, then did work until lab at 6pm. Got out of lab a little early at 8:30, and then headed over to Betsy's apartment for our weekly discussion thingy, I don't know what to call it. It was fun, we talked about the devout life, but I always feel stupid because they use big words and I always have to ask what they mean. Then Glen played like every single Creed song on my guitar as if it were the easiest thing to do. I probably looked like the little kid at Christmas who got what he or she always wanted.
I came back dead at like 12 and I listened to Creed for about an hour. Yea, I'm a dork.
And it's still pouring...
Anyway, Tuesday I went to Newman Club with Diana and Cassie and it was the best taco salad I have ever had. I had seconds and brought back thirds for the next day. We visited Celeste at the computer lab afterwards.
Yesterday was pretty hectic, I had so much work. Finally having an actual conversation with someone made me really happy. I went to all three of my classes in the morning/afternoon, then did work until lab at 6pm. Got out of lab a little early at 8:30, and then headed over to Betsy's apartment for our weekly discussion thingy, I don't know what to call it. It was fun, we talked about the devout life, but I always feel stupid because they use big words and I always have to ask what they mean. Then Glen played like every single Creed song on my guitar as if it were the easiest thing to do. I probably looked like the little kid at Christmas who got what he or she always wanted.
I came back dead at like 12 and I listened to Creed for about an hour. Yea, I'm a dork.
And it's still pouring...