and...stuff
I had--gasp!--a free night, entirely to myself. mistressfox and I went to grocery store (my car still works! whoopee, yee haw, yay hey hurray! Maybe when the snow melts off it, it'll take away all the bird crap too), I read fanfic, listened to music, watched SG-1, and have done almost nothing constructive or related to Rep Term at all in the past four hours.
Whee.
I adore our old men professors at this school. I love to see two or three of them sitting at a table in the Giz--or, a whole swarm of them taking over two or three tables!--eating lunch and talking. What are they talking about? Politics, sports, the glory days of their youth? I have no freaking clue. I don't really care. It's just so fun to see them all there.
Chris, one of the Rep Termers, had to shave his beard off. Since then, he keeps catching me unawares by reminding me of Avon from B7. It's amusing/disturbing. Chris isn't quite that OTT. Not *quite*.
We're all getting stranger and stranger as the term continues. And according to KC and Allison, I cause giddiness and talkative-ness simply by my presence. I could say it's all part of my evil and cunning plan to, dare I say it, rule the world, but that would be a lie. I still think I should get dramaturgical hours for giving company members backrubs, but.
Whee.
I adore our old men professors at this school. I love to see two or three of them sitting at a table in the Giz--or, a whole swarm of them taking over two or three tables!--eating lunch and talking. What are they talking about? Politics, sports, the glory days of their youth? I have no freaking clue. I don't really care. It's just so fun to see them all there.
Chris, one of the Rep Termers, had to shave his beard off. Since then, he keeps catching me unawares by reminding me of Avon from B7. It's amusing/disturbing. Chris isn't quite that OTT. Not *quite*.
We're all getting stranger and stranger as the term continues. And according to KC and Allison, I cause giddiness and talkative-ness simply by my presence. I could say it's all part of my evil and cunning plan to, dare I say it, rule the world, but that would be a lie. I still think I should get dramaturgical hours for giving company members backrubs, but.