Home Again, Home Again, Dancing a Jig
After a week of complete and utter sloth, the return to campus has been surprisingly pleasant. I got to see Sheena, even if we didn’t get to play Buffy this week. People keep double taking at the hair, which is amusing. I had to miss Physics this morning to work on a UWS paper, then I got to class to find that she decided to move the deadline to Thursday. It snowed, but it was soft, slushy snow and it is, dare I say it, nice and warm outside. I finally retrieved my sunglasses from home, so I’m wearing them everywhere. I think I actually sleep better here than I do at home for some reason. Aside from that, I still need to unpack, do physics, read 150 or so pages and write a five-page paper by noon tomorrow. I’ve also finally decided that enough is enough, and I’m working on my health/weight this semester. I know I’m not overweight and I don’t think I am, but I haven’t gained weight since I stopped growing taller, and since the beginning of the semester I’ve gained ten pounds. That’s just weird and unacceptable, so I’m now trying to eat less and healthier, and if I CAN FIND MY MP3 PLAYER, I’m going to try to head to the gym off and on. IF anyone else wants to go, it’s a lot easier to force yourself to do something when it’s an appointment with someone and not just “something I should probably do.”
Speaking of my mp3 player, I had it in my pocket as I walked to Usdan for dinner last night. Now it is gone. I’m horribly panicked and annoyed and will most likely kill someone if I don’t find it soon.
Meanwhile, everyone is talking about next year’s housing situation. I got 665, so my goals are low. I’m going to ask for a single in the Castle and be laughed at, then I’m going to ask for a single in Schwartz and get laughed at, then I’m going to attempt to get a single in North. If I can’t even get that, I’m going to tell them to give me whatever they want (are efficiencies in Grad possible with such a bad number?) and I’ll just crash on someone’s floor. If someone wants to pull me into a double in the Castle, that would be awesome, but I think all my freshmen friends with good numbers already have roomies picked out. Ah well. Either I’ll finally have a place to myself or I’ll invest in a sleeping bag and a big backpack and live like a snail. Should be interesting, either way.
I crave Invisible Man. And Psych. But mostly I-Man.
Darien Fawkes: There was a mime. I beat the Hell out of a mime. What happened to him? Is he okay?
Robert Hobbes: Relax, he did not recover.
Darien Fawkes: Thank God
Speaking of my mp3 player, I had it in my pocket as I walked to Usdan for dinner last night. Now it is gone. I’m horribly panicked and annoyed and will most likely kill someone if I don’t find it soon.
Meanwhile, everyone is talking about next year’s housing situation. I got 665, so my goals are low. I’m going to ask for a single in the Castle and be laughed at, then I’m going to ask for a single in Schwartz and get laughed at, then I’m going to attempt to get a single in North. If I can’t even get that, I’m going to tell them to give me whatever they want (are efficiencies in Grad possible with such a bad number?) and I’ll just crash on someone’s floor. If someone wants to pull me into a double in the Castle, that would be awesome, but I think all my freshmen friends with good numbers already have roomies picked out. Ah well. Either I’ll finally have a place to myself or I’ll invest in a sleeping bag and a big backpack and live like a snail. Should be interesting, either way.
I crave Invisible Man. And Psych. But mostly I-Man.
Darien Fawkes: There was a mime. I beat the Hell out of a mime. What happened to him? Is he okay?
Robert Hobbes: Relax, he did not recover.
Darien Fawkes: Thank God