i got caught in a monsooooooon.

Sep 29, 2009 14:49

1. We're doing size and shape constancy and binocular vision right now in Psych lecture.
2. I'm so freaking bored.
3. My throat hurts.
4. I'm losing my voice. I was walking back from Lamont (undergrad library) and it started POURING. Now I'm sick. D:
5. I want to write.
6. I dunno if I'm going to go home this weekend. It's the homecoming game, but I would have to take a bus early Saturday to stay for one night and then take an early train Sunday to get back in time to do work.
7. HAHAHA. Jon got fired from Jon & Kate Plus 8. Thank goodness. That d-bag.
8. Also, my glasses are broken. (That little plastic thing that hits your nose fell off and it's mad aggravating.)
9. This lecture is so awkward.
10. Tired tired tired tired tired tired.
11. NCIS tonight, Glee tomorrow, Bones & SPN on Thursdaaaaaaaay.
12. I might start watching House again. I watched it with my dorm last night and something happened to make me much more invested.
13. There were also cookies. My proctor's girlfriend made them. They were delicious.

ETA:

14. I pre-gamed and went to this dance on Saturday and it was AMAZING. Like, the most fun I've ever had. I must've danced for about 3 hours straight. Met this guy Chris who was super nice.
15. I'm comping for Yearbook. Harvard clubs have this process called "comp" which used to stand for competition - so people who wanted to join one of the (MANY) newspapers or groups or something would compete for spots. Now 'comp' stands for competency, since if there aren't auditions or applications for groups, everyone usually pretty much makes it. But I'm comping Yearbook, so I'm re-learning some computer stuff and pretty much getting free food every so often.

tv rots your brain fuck yeah, writing, like fucking nebraska, random, yearbook owns my life, fandom: spn, stress baby stress, school, lists make my existence, classes babyface, house is an asshole and i love him, holworthy holla, harvahhd bitches, food makes it all worthwhile, year of the frosh, sick sick sick pity meee, blah, partay like it's 1985, trips and leeeeavin' on a jet plane

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