Hyperbolic.
Today was a wash, emotionally.
My alarm went off at 6:30 per usual, but I ignored it once more. When Sarah got into the shower and out, and I got in and out, it was already a quarter to eight. I considered it for a moment - I could skip breakfast and rush like mad to get to lecture, or I could go back to bed.
I felt guilty for about five minutes before I was out cold.
I had at some point, I don't remember if it was then or during the night, but Jon Stewart was there. OH YEAH! But he didn't do anything and was decidedly unexciting. But whatever, he was there for the first time ever. I enjoyed it.
I finally hauled my ass back out of bed sometime after 9:30 (Anne sent me a text: "Shut up you dirty Corn Packer." Someone hasn't got over the Man Husker jokes. My internal clock said I was running behind, so I skipped breakfast (I still wasn't hungry even though I was starving last night in bed) and went straight to Chemistry. And was the third or fourth person to be there. It was strange, but not as strange as my teacher. He usually plays music before class, but today he brought in the tape of Aladdin and we watched the first five or so minutes of it. Kind of awesome, really.
Since it was Wednesday and I don't have math and my geo professor was a conference I only had the two classes, and since I skipped one I only had chem. So I came back to the apartment and consumed mad amounts of toast. I was so hungry I was surprised I stopped to butter it. Then I settled in for a day of doing stupid shit. I don't even know what I did.
Then I decided to try and make up a math exam. But I didn't know the schedule. So I went and realised the proctor was only in their for another half hour. So I went back to the lobby where one of my Chemistry friends was sitting waiting for her class. She made a remark about how she had been seeing people she knew all over the place today. Not five minutes later Brett's friend Casey walked in. We ended up getting a nice sized crowd gathered, talking about one thing: Zombies.
See, our campus along with several others, I know UofI is doing it, is playing Humans v. Zombies. Humans have red bandanas, zombies green. Humans try to avoid being turned and have socks they throw to defend themselves. There's a vaccine who is out turning zombies back into humans. If you are a zombie that fails to catch a human in a week's span, you starve to death.
Basically, you have to run like hell.
I haven't been playing, but I think I may now. Casey wants me to, anyway. If only so she can turn me and keep herself alive in time. But I didn't have anything red or green colored on me at the time (apparently all the area businesses have sold out of red and green bandanas, for real) and if I had been a human I would have had to do a lot of running right then, but I decided to hunt with Casey. We found several humans, but they were all much faster than us. It'd have been easier if there were two of us instead of just her and me watching, but that's life. It was good fun watching her, and I hadn't ever spent time alone with her. I do enjoy her sarcasm and bad humor. She mentioned Brett a few times, but I tried to play it cool.
I have realised that I really don't have him figured out. And I'm not sure if the person I am starting to see is the kind of person I need around. I'm going to wait tensely for him to get Diana-approved. It'll be interesting. But I do know he acts slightly different around you if he knows you. His snark becomes more...personal. I donno. I still like him a lot though.
And I watched yet more Strangers today. And I'm angry. Seriously, Daddy? Why? He didn't do no harm to nobody! *sniffle* But Stephen as a sad clown mad it slightly less bad. Sorta.
Okay, I'm going to go to bed now. I'm so tired. Wandering campus with Casey really takes it out of you.
My alarm went off at 6:30 per usual, but I ignored it once more. When Sarah got into the shower and out, and I got in and out, it was already a quarter to eight. I considered it for a moment - I could skip breakfast and rush like mad to get to lecture, or I could go back to bed.
I felt guilty for about five minutes before I was out cold.
I had at some point, I don't remember if it was then or during the night, but Jon Stewart was there. OH YEAH! But he didn't do anything and was decidedly unexciting. But whatever, he was there for the first time ever. I enjoyed it.
I finally hauled my ass back out of bed sometime after 9:30 (Anne sent me a text: "Shut up you dirty Corn Packer." Someone hasn't got over the Man Husker jokes. My internal clock said I was running behind, so I skipped breakfast (I still wasn't hungry even though I was starving last night in bed) and went straight to Chemistry. And was the third or fourth person to be there. It was strange, but not as strange as my teacher. He usually plays music before class, but today he brought in the tape of Aladdin and we watched the first five or so minutes of it. Kind of awesome, really.
Since it was Wednesday and I don't have math and my geo professor was a conference I only had the two classes, and since I skipped one I only had chem. So I came back to the apartment and consumed mad amounts of toast. I was so hungry I was surprised I stopped to butter it. Then I settled in for a day of doing stupid shit. I don't even know what I did.
Then I decided to try and make up a math exam. But I didn't know the schedule. So I went and realised the proctor was only in their for another half hour. So I went back to the lobby where one of my Chemistry friends was sitting waiting for her class. She made a remark about how she had been seeing people she knew all over the place today. Not five minutes later Brett's friend Casey walked in. We ended up getting a nice sized crowd gathered, talking about one thing: Zombies.
See, our campus along with several others, I know UofI is doing it, is playing Humans v. Zombies. Humans have red bandanas, zombies green. Humans try to avoid being turned and have socks they throw to defend themselves. There's a vaccine who is out turning zombies back into humans. If you are a zombie that fails to catch a human in a week's span, you starve to death.
Basically, you have to run like hell.
I haven't been playing, but I think I may now. Casey wants me to, anyway. If only so she can turn me and keep herself alive in time. But I didn't have anything red or green colored on me at the time (apparently all the area businesses have sold out of red and green bandanas, for real) and if I had been a human I would have had to do a lot of running right then, but I decided to hunt with Casey. We found several humans, but they were all much faster than us. It'd have been easier if there were two of us instead of just her and me watching, but that's life. It was good fun watching her, and I hadn't ever spent time alone with her. I do enjoy her sarcasm and bad humor. She mentioned Brett a few times, but I tried to play it cool.
I have realised that I really don't have him figured out. And I'm not sure if the person I am starting to see is the kind of person I need around. I'm going to wait tensely for him to get Diana-approved. It'll be interesting. But I do know he acts slightly different around you if he knows you. His snark becomes more...personal. I donno. I still like him a lot though.
And I watched yet more Strangers today. And I'm angry. Seriously, Daddy? Why? He didn't do no harm to nobody! *sniffle* But Stephen as a sad clown mad it slightly less bad. Sorta.
Okay, I'm going to go to bed now. I'm so tired. Wandering campus with Casey really takes it out of you.