a short explanation of what is happening to me.

Jan 24, 2006 19:23


Wine might as well be rat poison. Ashish told me a bunch of stuff that supposedly happened on Saturday. I guess it happened between the times my neurons were firing, because I can't recall any of it. I apparently slept for like two hours in a Glacier lounge... Then threw up in the garbage can (I remember that one, unfortunately). I was, at one point, wrapped in toilet paper. And there was one point where I was being spoken to and I couldn't respond or something... Man. Crazy.

Ashish also got me a totally unnecessary birthday present, a glass angel thing that's on my shelf. How nice is that? :D

The other day I spent 8 hours in the computer lab. Straight coding. 8 hours. It actually didn't seem like that long. I worked straight through dinner, two classes, and almost through the whole voting period... I ended up breaking to vote and eat at just before 9. The lineup was pretty long for unregistered voters, so I factor out half an hour for that. Yeah. So, eight and a half hours. And I missed my favourite class, which only occurs once a week. Shucks. :( Anyways, I submitted the assignment with 3 minutes to go, at 11:56pm. O, the TOTALLY INTENSE life of a programmer. It would be even more of an accomplishment if I hadn't been getting help from Mundi (via MSN) every couple of hours.

Tomorrow I meet the guy I'm taking notes for in CIS2500. It's a class of like 100 or so on a normal day... only like 10 girls. And here's what I've got to go by: "I'm wearing a black leather jacket." Thanks, Einstein, I could probably point out a dozen leather jackets in that class on any given day. Ohwell. Gives me an excuse to wear my... raaaaaaaspberry beret! Which I sadly don't do too often. It's too conspicuous for me, hehe.

Totally can't wait for next weekend. This is totally the best birthday ever, just how I like it: with good company, some snow outside, and celebrations extended by over a week. First one without a cake, but that is A-OK. God knows I can do without more of that junk. Little ol' me ain't gettin' any taller, so there's only one direction to grow.

...Also.



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