Day 583: dead Nagi walking
Feb. 26th, 2008 10:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzThat's me. If I don't get my act together for my memo soon, Brad is going to kill me, and that's that. I will work on it. Today - Tuesdays are just really long days, and I was tired, and I thought it would be fun to curl up with some good Schwarz/WK fic from the old days and just space out. Once again, House was NOT on (I really dislike American Idol for this usurpation of my hard-earned Hugh Laurie time) so I just did laundry (in preparation for going home), ate, and read. I feel awful for doing absolutely nothing, but Spring Break is almost here and I really am hard-pressed to care. Senioritis comes on exponentially more quickly the further along in education one proceeds. And next semester is going to be worse. But that doesn't matter.
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I went to school and actually got a lot of work done. Got Brad off my back for, er, twelve hours. Brielyn and I went to deliver birthday cake and a present to Audrey, and then I hung out at Brielyn and Lindsey's place until FHE. Jackie tries so hard, and I'm glad that she plans stuff for us. We played two truths and a lie, that game that involves tying a balloon to your ankle and then attacking other people's balloons, and Red Rover. I broke the boys' line (because we played boys versus girls) and got body-slammed, so now I have a bruised tailbone and it hasn't been fun sitting in lectures today.
After FHE me, Scott, Aaron, and Kile retreated to my place to play Guitar Hero. Good times. I had a lot of fun. I know Aaron pretty well (this Aaron being the date from the winter ball and the swing dancing) and it was fun getting to know Scott and Kile. I like making friends. It wasn't like playing with the Pack, but it was good times nonetheless.
Also, randomly, when I was following Brielyn to the Institute from her place, I got stuck on an icy hill and my car refused to cooperate, and I got rescued by a biker dude in the Methodist Church parking lot. Random guy, helped me just because. I am absurdly grateful.
Today Dean Dallon accidentally exploded a salt shaker because someone had used it to prop the door open and then he closed the door. It was a really loud bang. I worked hard at my homework today - made it through Torts, Contracts, and Civ Pro. So I don't know why I feel guilty. Only I do know why.
Stupid memo.
Also going through another philosophy-based mini-identity crisis. (remember me being all mournful about not actually existing, only nominally existing? here it comes again.)
I keep on planning to write - rewrite my memo, finish that evil ficathon story of ack, or even the other stuff I've been working on. But it's a no go. The internet steals my brain.
Yesterday was a pretty good day. I went to school and actually got a lot of work done. Got Brad off my back for, er, twelve hours. Brielyn and I went to deliver birthday cake and a present to Audrey, and then I hung out at Brielyn and Lindsey's place until FHE. Jackie tries so hard, and I'm glad that she plans stuff for us. We played two truths and a lie, that game that involves tying a balloon to your ankle and then attacking other people's balloons, and Red Rover. I broke the boys' line (because we played boys versus girls) and got body-slammed, so now I have a bruised tailbone and it hasn't been fun sitting in lectures today.
After FHE me, Scott, Aaron, and Kile retreated to my place to play Guitar Hero. Good times. I had a lot of fun. I know Aaron pretty well (this Aaron being the date from the winter ball and the swing dancing) and it was fun getting to know Scott and Kile. I like making friends. It wasn't like playing with the Pack, but it was good times nonetheless.
Also, randomly, when I was following Brielyn to the Institute from her place, I got stuck on an icy hill and my car refused to cooperate, and I got rescued by a biker dude in the Methodist Church parking lot. Random guy, helped me just because. I am absurdly grateful.
Today Dean Dallon accidentally exploded a salt shaker because someone had used it to prop the door open and then he closed the door. It was a really loud bang. I worked hard at my homework today - made it through Torts, Contracts, and Civ Pro. So I don't know why I feel guilty. Only I do know why.
Stupid memo.
Also going through another philosophy-based mini-identity crisis. (remember me being all mournful about not actually existing, only nominally existing? here it comes again.)
I keep on planning to write - rewrite my memo, finish that evil ficathon story of ack, or even the other stuff I've been working on. But it's a no go. The internet steals my brain.
