alright ya bastards, I have a LiveJournal now
'Nuff said. For now, I'm gonna post entries here as well as in my regular blog, but come this summer I'll decide whether I want to switch to this entirely or just stay with the Blogger thing.
So I just got home from work, and the freakin' rock show across the street at Sigma Chi is blaring away, a mere hundred feet or so from where I'm sitting. It's not too annoying right now, but I have work tomorrow at seven in the morning, which means I need to get to sleep pretty soon since we lose an hour tonight (thanks to Daylight Savings Time, that freaky thing). So there's a pretty good chance it will become annoying rather quickly. I plan to eat my ravioli, clean up my room a bit, and proceed to cover my head with a pillow.
"Train the trainer" class was yesterday, and I had a good time. We got to practice our skills a bit at the end, and it gave me a big boost of self-confidence -- I know I'm gonna be great at this. After that I hung out with Karly for the evening, talked over lobster nachos and Sam Adams, and did a whole bunch of stuff we hadn't done in a long time like watch the Electrical Parade, Mulholland Madness, Indy & a bunch of the dark rides in Fantasyland.
Didn't come home last night, stayed over at her place. I've been doing that a lot lately -- H-House feels like anything but a "home" these days. Barely a month and a half 'til I get out of here... I'll be counting the days. Looking forward to next year though, I'm number 742 out of 775 people on the waiting list for housing. Not good. Hell, not even fair. I'm a senior next year -- shouldn't I have priority for this kind of stuff? I've shown tons of dedication by sticking it out for the last three years, way more than some sophomore on academic probation who'll probably live in a way better place than me next year. Doesn't that count for anything? No, I guess not. I'm just a number to these people.
So I just got home from work, and the freakin' rock show across the street at Sigma Chi is blaring away, a mere hundred feet or so from where I'm sitting. It's not too annoying right now, but I have work tomorrow at seven in the morning, which means I need to get to sleep pretty soon since we lose an hour tonight (thanks to Daylight Savings Time, that freaky thing). So there's a pretty good chance it will become annoying rather quickly. I plan to eat my ravioli, clean up my room a bit, and proceed to cover my head with a pillow.
"Train the trainer" class was yesterday, and I had a good time. We got to practice our skills a bit at the end, and it gave me a big boost of self-confidence -- I know I'm gonna be great at this. After that I hung out with Karly for the evening, talked over lobster nachos and Sam Adams, and did a whole bunch of stuff we hadn't done in a long time like watch the Electrical Parade, Mulholland Madness, Indy & a bunch of the dark rides in Fantasyland.
Didn't come home last night, stayed over at her place. I've been doing that a lot lately -- H-House feels like anything but a "home" these days. Barely a month and a half 'til I get out of here... I'll be counting the days. Looking forward to next year though, I'm number 742 out of 775 people on the waiting list for housing. Not good. Hell, not even fair. I'm a senior next year -- shouldn't I have priority for this kind of stuff? I've shown tons of dedication by sticking it out for the last three years, way more than some sophomore on academic probation who'll probably live in a way better place than me next year. Doesn't that count for anything? No, I guess not. I'm just a number to these people.