More procrastinating! Qu'elle suprise!
Construction and Materials exam in... oh, twenty minutes.
I should really be studying since I have to somehow cancel out that nightmarish 64 that I received on the last test... but instead I find my self inexplicably drawn to old episodes of Doctor Who...
Damn you, TV-Links!
Home tomorrow. Baking a cake on Wednesday with my sweet little honeycluster. Taking Rosie out for a polish and a spin. Watching Jeeves and Wooster with Sarah and Stewart. And probably getting good and toasted at Jenn and Pete's this weekend!
Possibly some cleaning/unpacking/painting of the bedroom in there somewhere. But it seems unlikely.
Fire alarm at two fucking thirty the other night. I was so startled in my sleepy state that I forgot to find pants and instead opted for the bathrobe, which did little in the way of keeping me warm. So I went back inside, knowing full well that the only reason we were all huddled outside the door was because some twat upstairs doesn't know how to make popcorn. So I am in my room looking for the pants that so cleverly eluded me earlier and I see the firemen... firefighters... oh whatever the PC term is... I see them walking by and one of them says to me... "You do know that you're supposed to be outside now?" I thought dumbly for a moment of something to say and then managed to say "Uh... yes. I just came in for these..." and shaking my jeans at them, I walked back outside. It was actually quite amusing.
Now for a good five minutes of Super Studying and then possibly finding some pants to wear. Possibly.
I should really be studying since I have to somehow cancel out that nightmarish 64 that I received on the last test... but instead I find my self inexplicably drawn to old episodes of Doctor Who...
Damn you, TV-Links!
Home tomorrow. Baking a cake on Wednesday with my sweet little honeycluster. Taking Rosie out for a polish and a spin. Watching Jeeves and Wooster with Sarah and Stewart. And probably getting good and toasted at Jenn and Pete's this weekend!
Possibly some cleaning/unpacking/painting of the bedroom in there somewhere. But it seems unlikely.
Fire alarm at two fucking thirty the other night. I was so startled in my sleepy state that I forgot to find pants and instead opted for the bathrobe, which did little in the way of keeping me warm. So I went back inside, knowing full well that the only reason we were all huddled outside the door was because some twat upstairs doesn't know how to make popcorn. So I am in my room looking for the pants that so cleverly eluded me earlier and I see the firemen... firefighters... oh whatever the PC term is... I see them walking by and one of them says to me... "You do know that you're supposed to be outside now?" I thought dumbly for a moment of something to say and then managed to say "Uh... yes. I just came in for these..." and shaking my jeans at them, I walked back outside. It was actually quite amusing.
Now for a good five minutes of Super Studying and then possibly finding some pants to wear. Possibly.