Snack was such a success (certain friends from freshman year with way too much caffeine) that I've decided to do it again the next time I remember. Which will hopefully be Sunday ( Read more... )

So I left at 11:30 to go eat lunch. I just got back, because I've been walking and talking and laughing, etc, with someone who enjoys theatre, who sings, who has a lot of stories, and basically seems to have a lot in common with me. Oh yeah, she writes too. Fantasy.

And she's my suitemate.

This is, in her words, incredibly shiny.

Aside from the fact that I only got about two hours of sleep last night, and if I close my eyes I'll fall asleep, things seem to be just fine.

In fact, the way things are progressing, it looks like they're going to absolutely wonderful and incredibly amusing.

Sleep dep makes me high.

I love my sister. I really, really love my sister. Just so you know.

"Not many people write him, 'cause, you know, he's dead."

"Live with it. Everyone else does. At least you're not a ninja, throwing your life away for someone you don't even know."

And the Food Fight of DOOM! (which is really old but hilarious).

So much love.

So I was reading a book and I came across the words "Turnham Green" came up. And I'm like Yay! Turnham Green!

Doesn't mean much to anyone, I know, but it was the name of the tube stop near our first house in England. It shows up less often than Oldenborg, but elicits about the same response from me.